Okay, here is Merle Dixon's moment. Merle's always fun for me to write so I hope you guys like this. There's a hint of something deeper between Layla and Merle than just sex. I hadn't intended it to be that way, but once I started writing it just flowed that way. Next I have another Shane one-shot for you guys. I'm also working on a surprise threesome-esque chapter. I've never written one before, but I think you guys will like the match up. Anyways, enjoy and review!
Merle-The Talented Mr. Dixon
"Hey sugar tits…"
That distinctive voice floated into her cell and she found herself smiling at the crude remark. When she'd first met Merle Dixon she'd done the eye rolling and the scoffing to accompany his brash remarks, but now…now she saw them as entertainment. It was funny and something she didn't mind anymore. It wasn't like she was getting a lot of male attention nowadays anyway. Most of the population was dead.
"Ya hear me?"
Layla sighed and finished folding the last of her laundry. She turned to see his large form leaning against the entryway of her cell with his arms folded over his hard chest. He was rough looking, but he wasn't unattractive. He was older than her by at least fifteen years, but his body said otherwise.
"What do you want Merle? Bored?"
"Now why would ya say a thing like that darlin'?" His voice had a mock sense of hurt to it and she rolled her eyes and smirked at the innocence he failed to portray.
"Because you only seek me out when you're bored. Daryl tell you to get lost?" She arched an eyebrow at him in challenge and watched as he scoffed and shook his head.
"Him and Officer Friendly are jerkin' each other off somewhere. I came for the company. Somethin' wrong with that?"
Layla shook her head in response as she moved her folded clothes off her bed and onto the small desk in the corner. "You usually want something." She quipped. She turned back around to face him and noticed the shift in his eyes at her words. He was smirking at her and his imposing figure was now moving further into her cell and towards her. She wasn't afraid of Merle Dixon, but he was intimidating as hell. She tried her best to keep up with him and his banter, but sometimes she fell flat and ended up fumbling like Beth.
"Ya know what I want…what I've been wantin' sugar." His voice was low and oozed sex. Merle didn't have to try very hard to be sexy, most of the time he just was. He was the only man she'd been around who was brave enough to say just what he wanted from her and she secretly reveled in it. Layla admitted to herself a long time ago that she wanted Merle. She started to entertain the idea of sleeping with him and participated in some of the flirting, but she was a chicken shit every time it came down to the real thing.
His words made her skin catch on fire and she tried hard to keep her poker face. If Merle saw weakness, he would pounce like a lion on his injured prey. She met his now navy colored eyes and smirked back in response to his words.
"You're full of shit Dixon."
She went to move around him, but his large arms stopped her and caused her to lean back against the desk. Outwardly she played it cool, but inside she was dying to have him devour her. If only she could grow a pair of balls and sleep with the man already.
"Now, now sugar…I think you're the one that's full of shit."
She watched as his head came down towards her neck and she felt his rough stubble against her skin. She struggled to keep her eyes open and the moan threatening to escape at bay. His breath fanned across her naked neck making goose bumps pimple her skin.
"You're a goddamn tease ya know that?"
His tone held no anger or frustration like she expected. It was rough and light all at the same time. His words were true. She was guilty of being a tease. It hadn't started out that way though. She'd meant to sleep with him, but something always made her stop. It wasn't fair to him and in reality; it wasn't fair to herself either. She needed the sex. She needed the connection to another warm blooded male. She needed to get fucked until she couldn't walk and she knew Merle Dixon was just the man for the job.
"Come on." The sound of her own voice surprised both of them. His eyes were back on her and searching her face. Layla held strong and grabbed his hand in hers as she moved them away from the desk and out of her cell. She wanted this. She wanted this more than anything at the moment and she was gonna get it.
He said nothing as she led them out of the cell block and into the tombs. Layla was surprised that he was allowing her to drag him along, but with the unspoken promise of sex she guessed Merle wasn't about to complain. She knew where she was headed. The infirmary was a place that hardly got touched anymore. They'd emptied out all of the medical supplies and didn't use the space for anything else. She knew there was a nice sized cot in the space and that it was fairly clean. She also knew the door had a lock. It was perfect.
They made it to Layla's intended destination and she hastily pulled him in with her and locked the door. The light from the barred window was the only source of illumination, but it was plenty for the small space. Layla turned around and saw that Merle had propped himself against the counter looking at her expectantly. The full weight of what she was about to do was hitting her, but she pushed any nerves aside. This man could make her feel good. Really good. She took a moment to study him and felt her arousal churn inside of her. His arms were crossed across his chest again and she could see his well defined muscles were straining against the white wife beater he wore. His legs were also crossed at the ankles. Khaki pants across black military boots. It was a nonchalant pose and one that almost signaled he was bored.
He was waiting for her to make a move and so she did. Without preamble, Layla stripped off her grey v-neck t-shirt and threw it to the floor. She could feel her breaths getting heavier and watched with female pride as Merle's eyes traveled down to her now heaving breasts. It was a basic black bra, but with the way he was staring she felt she was in the sheerest thing ever made. It made her both self-conscious and confident.
She moved forward into his space and let her hands rest on his chiseled chest. He did nothing, but watch her as she pressed herself further into his form. This was not how she pictured their coupling going. Her imagination always conjured up images of them being hungry with passion and ripping each other's clothes off in just enough time before he'd pound into her relentlessly. This…this was slow and somewhat awkward on her part. She'd always pictured Merle taking the lead. He just seemed like the type, but right now he was only a member of the audience; watching and waiting.
Layla pressed her chest into his, willing him to give her a tangible reaction. He didn't. What was he playing at now? She almost grabbed her shirt and ran out of the room, but she stopped herself. She knew he wanted this; knew that he'd been wanting this for awhile. There was a motive to what he was doing and she was going to find out what it was.
"You gonna make me do all the work Dixon?" She let her words dance over his neck as she pressed herself firmly into his body. She felt his jaw tighten and she let her lips hover lightly over the stubble of it.
"Jus makin' sure you ain't gonna run off. I don't need to walk around with fuckin' blue balls."
This time he did sound irritated and Layla leaned back to look into his eyes. He was staring down at her with so much emotion that she felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. No man had ever looked at her that way before. It thrilled her that he wanted her just as badly. The tension between them was palpable. Layla felt a fire ignite inside her and knew there was no putting it out now.
"Sounds like I've got some convincing to do then, doesn't it?" She let her words register for him before she smiled innocently up at him. Again his jaw clenched and this time his eyes narrowed in doubt. He still didn't believe her and that was okay by her. It was a challenge now. She'd show Merle just how badly she wanted to make it up to him.
Layla moved his crossed arms away from his body and let her hands greedily reach under the fabric of his shirt. His skin was warm and hard as she ran her hands and nails up and down the defined abs. She let her nails dig deep into his skin at one point and she watched in amusement as he hissed and pinned her with a glare. She moved her lips towards his, but stopped before they could touch.
"You feeling shy all the sudden Merle?"
Her words had their desired effect because he'd moved his arms around her and his one hand gripped her arm roughly. He was standing to his full height and he towered over her.
"Ya keep pokin' the bear, he's gonna poke back eventually."
His words were clipped and his eyes were boring into her. She felt a shiver run through her and couldn't help the wave of lust that washed over her.
"I brought you here, didn't I?" She raised an eyebrow and waited as he let his eyes roam her half naked body. She could feel his arousal against her stomach and she pushed against it. His hand gripped her tighter, but not enough to hurt her.
"You're askin' for it girl."
It sounded like a threat laced with lust and Layla bit her lip in anticipation. Merle's eyes were narrowed at her again and this time he was the one pulling her closer.
"Ya scared of me?" He asked gruffly. Layla didn't know what to say at first. He didn't frighten her, but he didn't exactly make her comfortable either. All she knew was that a part of her, a big part of her, wanted to fuck Merle Dixon.
"Answer me." He ordered with a jerk to her arm. It still wasn't painful, but it was forceful. Layla shook her head, but she knew her face betrayed her. His eyes penetrated hers and she felt completely naked in that moment. She could still feel his arousal pressing against his pants and Layla suddenly realized what he was doing. He was trying to scare her. He wanted to give her an out. He didn't think she would go through with it, didn't think she was ballsy enough. She narrowed her eyes back at him at her own realization and sunk to her knees.
"What the fuck are ya-" His words were cut off by Layla encasing his dick in her hot mouth. She'd quickly sunk to her knees and pulled him from the confines of his pants before he could pull away from her. A low groan escaped from his lips and his hand tangled in her hair as she moved her lips and tongue along his shaft. He was big and Layla felt herself throb with the anticipation of him filling her. She licked and sucked quickly, trying to get him to the brink before he pushed her away. She let one of her hands settle on his balls while the other pushed his shirt up and roamed over his glorious chest.
"Shit." He drawled out as she continued to please him with both her mouth and hand. She let her nails rake down his abs again and she felt him jerk in her mouth, nearly choking her. She relaxed her throat and let him slide down further so he could hit the back of her throat. She felt his fingers grip her hair painfully tight and she backed off immediately. She could taste him in her mouth as she licked the length of him. He tasted salty and strong…purely male. She licked her lips as she pleasured him with her hand. She trailed kisses up his torso and stood with her hand still pumping him. His eyes had been closed, but now they were looking at her with pure unadulterated lust.
"There's no goin' back…ya sure ya want this?" His question surprised her. Merle was not someone she associated with caring about how other people felt, but here he was asking her while she still held his cock in her hand. She smiled at him and let her grip on him tighten. He growled and let his fingers tangle in her hair again.
"I'm not gonna break Merle." She punctuated her words by leaning forward and licking his neck hotly. He let his head fall back and gave her full access to the flesh. She let her lips travel to his earlobe and bit it and then suckled it into her mouth. She felt his head lower and his rough cheek scratch against her own.
"What do ya want me to do then darlin'?"
His words danced over her skin as his hand glided down her back and onto her ass. He squeezed her, his huge hand nearly encasing her full ass. She moaned at the action and bit at his neck in response.
"Fuck me." The words no sooner left her mouth before he hauled her lips onto his. Tongues and lips collided in a rough and passionate entanglement. Hands roamed as their bodies tried to press further into each other. He sucked on her neck hard and she could already feel the mark starting to color her skin.
"I wanna see ya." He ordered. She knew what he meant and so she detangled herself from him and took a step back. Her arousal was driving her, but she could still feel the nerves in the background. His gaze made her hesitate for a moment before she finally unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor and she forced herself not to cover her nakedness. She met his stare and he nodded lightly at her, encouraging her to continue. His hand moved to his still free and still hard dick and stroked himself as she slowly removed the rest of her clothing. She stood completely naked in front of him and she wanted so badly to find something to cover herself up with. This was supposed to be fun. No non-sense, no strings attached, fun filled sex, but it was turning out to be harder for Layla than she'd imagined. Merle was experienced; very experienced by the way he spoke. She felt like a sheep in lion's clothing being with him like this and she knew he could tell. He could smell her anxiety…her nervousness and that, in turn, made her more nervous.
He stared at her long and hard before he started to undress himself. He pulled his wife beater over his head and removed his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Seeing him in all his naked glory had Layla gulping. He was solid. A man who's hard edges complimented her rounded curves. A man who made her feel purely woman. He stalked over to her then and moved his hand to brush back her long hair. The movement startled Layla. It was gentle and intimate, not at all like the man before her. His lips were on hers again as he pulled her flush against his naked form. The sensation of their heated skin making contact had Layla moaning into his mouth. His hand had sneaked in between their bodies to smooth down her stomach and into her slick folds. His thick finger slid easily inside her and she cried out at the intrusion. It had been so long since she'd felt a man's touch and she felt as if every nerve was on fire. His lips were on her chest as she threaded her fingers through his hair. His finger was moving deep and slow inside of her as his mouth sucked hungrily at her breasts.
"Feels like ya want Ol' Merle sugar."
His raspy voice filled her ears and she felt herself tighten around his finger. He grunted in response and added another finger inside her. Her hands flew up to his shoulders and gripped them in pleasure. Her eyes were screwed shut as his fingers quickened and then slowed. He was being cruel. He was getting her back for all her teasing and she didn't like it.
"Merle…I-I…" Words weren't forming. She couldn't voice what she wanted. She felt him smirk against her neck and pressed a forceful thumb to her bundle of nerves. It made her eyes nearly cross in ecstasy, but it still wasn't enough. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders and she knew she'd leave indentions.
"Lay down." It took a moment for her to register that he had said something and then another for her to comprehend his words. He pulled his fingers from her and motioned with his head for her to lie down on the only cot in the room. She steadied herself before she moved over to the small bed. Layla lay down like he asked and immediately let her legs fall open to accommodate his imposing form. She watched as he climbed onto the bed, but stopped between her legs. He dipped his head to one of her thighs and pressed a long kiss on the skin. His mouth continued to travel farther inside her thigh until he met his destination.
"Ya smell good. That for me?"
Layla gripped the cot with both hands and could only nod as his tongue reached out and licked her. He was thorough about it. In one motion he made sure he didn't miss a single inch of her. Layla's hips jerked off the bed and a strong hand pinned her down. His mouth assaulted her. Her mind was focused on one thing as he hungrily lapped at her and that was making sure she reached her climax. Her head thrashed and her toes curled as her legs pushed him further into her. It was mind numbing pleasure and unlike anything she'd ever felt before. His mouth was good for so much more than smart ass remarks. A hint of pain brought her back as she felt his teeth nipping at her. A finger was inserted back inside her center and with the combination of his mouth and finger she came. The power of her orgasm was all consuming. Her back arched and her hips thrashed as her whole body went rigid and then completely lax. Stars were still dancing behind her lids when she felt his weight shift and he was hovering above her. His cock was pressed against her and she unconsciously thrust her hips up into his.
"Fuck." He cursed softly. Layla didn't remember ever having a rebound rate like this, but she wasn't complaining. She wanted him…all of him. She felt liquid seep onto her open thigh and realized it was him. She pushed her breasts into his face and moved a hand down to his dick. She moved her hips against him seductively as his bare flesh met hers. It felt heavenly.
Without warning, he entered her. He watched her face as her eyes closed and her mouth formed a silent "O". He filled her so completely. She felt as if she could feel him all the way in her chest. He was surrounding her now. He was everywhere. His scent, his body, his voice. She moaned lowly as she felt him adjust inside her. His head had dropped to her shoulder and she felt him bite it as she stretched to accommodate him.
"God dammit you're tight. Shit…" He drew out. Layla moved her hips up to meet his and he slowly pulled back out and then back in again. Her legs wrapped around him trying to draw him in deeper. His balls slapped against her skin and she jerked at the contact. She clawed at his back as he sped up his pace and became less gentle with his thrusts.
"On top." He mumbled out and Layla immediately responded as he took her spot and lay down on the bed while she straddled his hips. She ground her hips on him and he gripped her hip tightly in his hand as he thrust back. She leaned forward and peppered his chest with kisses as she slipped a hand between them and pushed him inside of her. The new position offered a whole different kind of pleasure and Layla moaned loudly as he once again filled her.
"Oh god…" She breathed out. She rocked her hips against his, keeping him trapped inside her slick walls. Her hands massaged her breasts and she felt another orgasm kindling inside her. Her pace quickened and she felt herself tighten around Merle.
"I'm close." She said breathlessly. His finger started to pleasure her where their bodies were joined and he simultaneously lifted his hips and thrust into her. That combination sent her off the edge as another orgasm ripped through her. She felt herself fluttering around his hard cock as she shook and tensed her body. She moaned continuously until the white noise left her ears and her body relaxed. She met Merle's eyes and shivered at the look he was giving her. He pushed up into her again and she welcomed it. She wanted to see him ride off the edge. She leaned down and attached herself to his neck and began sucking. Merle went from thrusting to pounding in to her relentlessly and she clenched her muscles around him.
"Fuck…I'm gonna cum." His voice was strained and Layla hurriedly moved off him. His hand went to finish the job, but Layla pushed it away and sucked him into her mouth. He groaned and thrust into her at the unexpected action. She set a fast pace and moved up and down his shaft as her hand moved with her. She let her tongue dance at his tip and that was his undoing. His hand threaded into her hair as he held her head in place and grunted in pleasure. Layla happily swallowed every last bit of his release as it shot down her throat. She sucked until he was fully soft and his body went limp from the exertion of his orgasm. She pulled away from him and let herself collapse beside him on the cot. Both of their chests were heaving from their fucking and Layla noted that the room smelled of sex. Merle's laugh cut through the silence and she couldn't help but join in.
"Damn…that was fuckin' good."
Layla only nodded in agreement as she struggled to get her breathing back under control. It was more than good, it was mind blowing and she chastised herself for waiting so long to sleep with him. Merle talked a lot of shit, but he was definitely able to back it up.
"This gonna be a thing? You and me?" His voice cut through her thoughts and she turned her head to meet his now clear blue eyes.
"I don't know." She answered noncommittally. She did know though. She wanted him again and again. His bark of laughter made her jump and she stared back at him in puzzlement.
"Still full of shit I see. Just say it darlin'…"
Layla rolled her eyes and sighed. It pissed her off that he could so easily read her. "I want this…you and me…I want us to sleep together." The words stumbled out of her mouth, but she meant them. He didn't laugh like she thought he would. Instead, he moved and hovered over her again. His hand gripped her thigh and slid her body to his roughly as he smiled wickedly down at her.
"Hope you're not plannin' on walkin' tomorrow sugar."
Layla squealed at the sudden action. She couldn't help but giggle at the way he wiggled his eyebrows at her. If she had her way, they wouldn't be leaving this room for awhile. Mr. Dixon had a thing or two to teach her.