Chapter 10: Privacy
The water cascaded down Daryl's body, and Carol blinked up at him before leaning in and pressing an open mouthed kiss to his stomach. He groaned, fingers instinctively threading through her short, brown hair. She smiled against his warm skin, breathing in the smell of him, savoring the taste.
Her hand curled around his shaft, running her thumb over the purple head and then down the corded vein alongside it. He was bigger than what she was used to, and to say she wasn't sore would have been a lie. But the ache was good. She smiled, pressing a kiss to one hip, giving it a little nibble before she cupped his balls and gave him a squeeze.
"Fuck," he bit out, reaching to grab hold of the soap ledge for purchase. She looked up at him, then, smiling as the water dropped off of him and down onto her face. She watched the flush fill his face as his cock throbbed in her hand.
This wasn't something she'd done much, but she'd never had any complaints before, so she hoped that he'd like it and that she'd be able to give him a little something in return of the favor he'd done for her earlier on the couch.
The second she pressed her lips against the tip of his dick, his hips bucked forward, and she pulled back.
"M'sorry," he muttered sheepishly. "Fuck, it's been a while."
"It's ok. Relax," she whispered, gently stroking his thigh before giving his balls another squeeze.
"Easy for you to say," he muttered as she started to stroke him. "Fuck, that feels good." He closed his eyes, tilting his face up to the shower stream, focusing on breathing and the pleasure that he felt the moment her lips were wrapped around the head of cock.
She took her time, keeping her hand curled at the base of his dick, controlling how far she took him, how much she took. Her tongue teased the head and the underside of his cock before playfully trailing down the bulging vein, making him murmur something like a whimper. She smiled around him, giving his balls another squeeze as she rolled her way back up, tongue flat and pressing firm against him for pressure.
She hummed softly, teasing the head again, gathering the bead of moisture that glistened at the tip. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as she smacked her lips together.
"Ain't gonna last," he grunted, as she gently pumped her hand at the base, taking him a little deeper, teasing him just as slowly as before. "Fuck!"
"Tell me when," she murmured before pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. His hips rocked forward again, and another drop emerged. She lapped it up, and he nearly collapsed when the smile spread over her lips. She was fucking perfect, and he had no idea what he'd done to deserve her, but he wasn't a man to question the good things in his life.
She worked him over for a few more minutes, and when she felt him tense, felt his fingers slip out of her hair, heard that moan escape the back of her throat, she pulled back, watching as he reached down to take his dick in his own hand. She watched as he gave it a couple of quick pumps, and then thick ropes of sticky, white come spilled out over his hand and onto her chest, slipping down her skin and down the shower drain as he stared down at her in amazement.
"Jesus," he panted, dick going flaccid as he reached down to help her stand. "That was…" She leaned in then, kissing him hungrily, pressing herself up against him as the hot water began to run cool. She sighed then, pulling back and trailing her finger down her own chest, gathering a bit of his essence on her fingertip before sucking it off. His dick twitched but remained spent for the time being, and she smiled wickedly around her finger. And then they were kissing again, and he could taste himself on her tongue, but to his surprise, it wasn't all that bad.
"It's probably a little silly to ask now," she said softly, "but we don't have anything to worry about here, right? I mean…we used a condom, but…"
"M'clean," he promised. "Ain't been with nobody in a long time, but I been tested." His hand ghosted down her backside and over her ass, pulling her close.
"And I was tested after my last breakup. When I found out he cheated on me, I wanted to be sure. I'm clean, too." She smiled then, and she reached down between them to give him a few strokes.
"You're gonna have to give me a few minutes, sweetheart," he chuckled, moaning when her tongue slid into his mouth. It didn't take much more than that for his cock to swell, and she grinned, triumphant, pumping him to a full erection.
"Maybe less than a few minutes," she whispered, sucking at his Adam's apple, teasing it with her tongue. The throaty moan that escaped his lips made her lips vibrate, and she smiled then, turning into the shower stream, letting the cooling water wash over her skin.
He pressed into her from behind, peppering open mouthed kisses along the back of her neck and her shoulder blades. She trembled under his touch, reaching to cut off the water before she pushed the shower door open.
"Where you goin'?" She just turned, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself.
"I think I'd like that tour now," she murmured innocently, pouting her lips. "Shall we start in the bedroom?" And then she was off, rushing down the hall to the little bedroom in the back, and he stood there, dick in hand, thinking for all of three seconds before he was rushing after her, practically tackling her against the mattress the second he caught up to her.
She laughed when her legs flew out from under her, and he made quick work of pulling that towel off of her and tossing it over his shoulder.
"You have anything else?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she inquired about protection.
"Merle sometimes brings girls here. I hope to Christ he washed the sheets," he mumbled, as Carol made a face. "Lemme check the drawers." He reached into the bedside table drawer, coming up with nothing. He growled then, and Carol giggled under him when he reached into the drawer of the table on the other side of the bed. He felt her hot mouth press against his chest, teasing a nipple as he leaned over her.
When he found an open box of rubbers, he made a triumphant noise, getting a laugh out of Carol.
"We got eight."
"Oh, eight?" Carol asked. "Feeling adventurous?"
"Shit, yes," he snorted, grabbing one condom and putting it aside as he began to kiss his way down her body again.
"Slow down, stud," she laughed, pushing at his shoulders. "We've got all night. Might want to make them last." She grinned when his hair fell into his face and he started to kiss down the valley between her breasts. "Oh, ok. That's good."
"Yeah?" he asked, not really seeking validation but appreciating her encouragement. He latched onto a nipple then, and she moaned softly, running her hands up and down his back as his tongue teased languid circles around one peak and then the other, until both nipples were dark and hard, and she was whimpering beneath him.
"How'd you get so good at using your tongue?" she asked, as his fingers spread her folds open, stroking her, teasing her, pumping inside of her. She lifted her hips up as he pushed in, the wet heat of her core making his fingers tremble.
"Dunno," he murmured. "Ain't done it much before."
"Well, you're a prodigy then. God, I've never met a man that can do the things you can…" She ran her fingers through her hair as he flicked his tongue over her belly button. "I crave you." She swallowed hard, blushing at her own admission, and when he crawled back up to press soft kisses to her forehead and to her lips, she sighed, feeling almost boneless, pliant as he settled his hips between her legs.
"I wanna do this again," he murmured, stubble scratching over her neck as he kissed her earlobe.
"Yeah?" she asked, craning her neck to give him better access.
"Yeah," he whispered, grabbing the condom packet, tearing the corner and sliding the latex over his dick. "Wanna be more than this." He felt her tense then, nails digging into his back. "That scare you?"
"A little," she whispered, getting a kiss out of him in response. "But I want more, too." She smiled then, curling her fingers into his hair. "If you can put up with the crazy that comes with my life."
"I can," he promised, kissing the hollow of her throat. "I can deal with crazy if you can deal with somebody who might flip the cameras off once in a while. Tell these assholes to go fuck themselves." Carol snorted at that, and he grinned at her, burying his fingers in her hair as he kissed her once again.
"That might be a refreshing change of pace," she whispered. "But I'd rather keep you my little secret for just a while. I want some quiet before the wolves descend. When they smell blood, the frenzy starts, and then we'll never have any peace."
"Deal," he murmured. "Speakin' of frenzy…" His fingers found her clit again, and she cried out, arching into his touch before he moved his hands to her hips and pushed in, sliding home and watching her mouth fall open in a silent cry the moment he was fully seated inside of her. Home.
"God, you feel so good," she panted, bringing her knees up to pull him in further.
"So tight," he panted, burying his face against her neck as he pulled almost completely out before pushing back in. She bit out a cry against his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut as the tears sprang forth.
"Don't stop," she panted, feeling the coiling deep inside, tightening as her walls fluttered around him, heart galloping in her chest as their bodies began to move together as if they'd been doing this for a hundred years.
Her hands gripped his arms, and she held tight, while he moved to grip her hips and roll her. She gasped at the change of positions, feeling him deeper, somehow, as she put her hands on his chest and began to ride him.
"Fuck," he groaned, watching her perfect little breasts bounce as she rode him. Her head rolled back, and she pressed her hands against his chest, bringing herself up on her knees before slamming back down, feeling a sharp ache before the pleasure set in.
"Oh God," she cried out. "Oh God." She bent down then, claiming his lips in a kiss, before he flipped her onto her back again, burying himself to the hilt. She screamed out a response against his neck, nails scratching at the back of his neck, burying in his scalp when he began to fuck her harder. "Oh, fuck. Yeah. Yeah! Daryl, don't stop. Please. Of, fuck. Harder! Don't…oh God, don't stop." Her words were breathy and thick against his ear, and that only made him throb inside of her. He squeezed his eyes shut so hard that lights seemed to burst there, and while his head swam and his senses seemed to blur, he found purchase on the pillow under Carol's head, gripping it tight as he anchored himself and began to give her what she was begging for.
"You like that, sweetheart?" he panted, biting at her earlobe. "You want more?"
"More," she panted. "Fuck. More!" Throwing caution to the wind, he nibbled at her neck before his throaty words came spilling out.
"You're so fuckin' tight. Like you're made for me."
"For you," she bit out, squeezing her walls around him as an orgasm ripped through her. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer as their skin slid and slapped together, sweat-slick and aching for more.
"This mine?" he asked, cupping his hand against her pussy as his dick slid into her between his fingers.
"Yours," she panted. "All yours. Just don't fucking stop!" He pulled out then, getting a whine from her, but he wasn't gone long. He grabbed her behind the knees, scooting her down toward him, changing the angle, draping her legs around his hips. She whimpered the second he was inside of her again, and he watched as she white-knuckled the sheets in her hands, stomach muscles jumping, chest heaving with each quick breath. He began to thrust inside of her, looking down between them, watching the way their bodies came together, fitting so perfectly, the way her pussy glistened for him, the way her hands clawed up his arms, desperately trying to hold on as her walls began to squeeze around him.
He was close, and he knew she was, too, and when the next orgasm ripped through her, he fell over her, thrusting harder as her legs went slack around his hips. And when he finally let go, her arms curled around his shoulders, holding him close, kissing his forehead, whispering softly against his skin as he stilled on top of her.
"That was…"
"Yeah," he panted, kissing her softly before he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Fingers tangled together, they lay staring at the ceiling, both catching their breaths, heartbeats echoing the descent as the air still seemed to buzz around them.
She curled up at his side then, guiding his hand down her stomach and between her legs, moaning softly when his fingers slipped through her slick folds.
"Yours, huh?" she whispered, kissing his ear. "That what you want?"
"Yeah," he grunted, turning his face toward hers and capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. "That ok?"
"Mmm," she hummed, moving her hand down his stomach, fingers curling around his dick. "That means this is mine, right?" He snorted then, and they both laughed together.
"Ain't never gonna be nobody else's. God, you're amazing." Carol smiled at his words, opening up to him, kissing him softly, trailing her hands up and over his shoulders, savoring the feeling of his hands on her, his lips teasing hers.
"We're staying tonight?" she asked softly, as the air cooled around them. She reached to tug the sheet over them.
"If you want."
"I do," she smiled. "But only if we can eat before we sleep. I'm starving," she laughed. "I don't suppose you have any food here?"
"I sorta stocked the fridge earlier today, hopin' you'd wanna stay."
"Oh, well played," she grinned.
"You hungry for pizza?"
"Pizza's good," she nodded.
"Hang on, I'll go put it in." He gave her a quick kiss before hopping out of bed and wrapping the towel he'd pulled off of Carol around his waist. Carol stretched and curled into the bed, yawning sleepily before she sat up and got out of bed. She headed to the living room, grabbing her purse. She hadn't even thought about her cell phone until she needed to see what time it was. She kind of liked that there didn't seem to be a clock in the place. It truly was a getaway. An escape. But she was curious to know the time, considering it was dark outside now.
She grabbed her cell and noticed the no service icon was on. She breathed a sigh of relief, happy that for once, she could truly have some peace and quiet and enjoy the rest of her night without a care in the world.
...
Michonne sighed softly as she rolled over and reached for the remote. She watched in amusement as Rick walked into the bathroom, his pasty-pale ass practically glowing in the dark hallway. He was sporting a major farmer's tan, though he was a member of the LAPD and had never stepped foot on a farm.
This was new. They'd met weeks ago, but she'd kept him a little secret until she knew for sure this was something she wanted. Considering he was a single dad with two kids and she'd never been married, it had been a lot to take in, but this was good, and tonight, they'd finally taken their relationship to the next level.
But now he had to get a shower and go, because duty called, and she was going to spend the rest of her evening watching mindless television and trying to calm the flutter in her chest and in her stomach every time she thought of how happy she felt when she was with him.
But the second she flicked on the television, there was her best friend's face, and she sat up, covering herself with a sheet and gaping at the story on the entertainment news show.
"Yesterday, Entertainment Now brought you exclusive photos of Apocalypse, California star Carol Mason receiving roadside assistance from a handsome mechanic. Well, today, we can confirm the identity of the mechanic. He is Daryl Dixon of Dixon Bros. Detailing & Repairs, a shop based in Los Angeles. What we can also bring you, exclusively, are these candid shots of a helmeted man on a motorcycle approaching the gated community where Carol Mason currently resides. And these candids, later, showing the same man without a helmet driving away with a woman on the back of his bike. The man? Daryl Dixon himself. Could this mean a love connection for the Apocalypse, California star and the hunky L.A. mechanic?"
"Oh, shit," Michonne muttered, grabbing for her cell. She quickly tapped out a text for Carol, hoping her friend would get the message before morning.
Media's onto you and Daryl. Media has pictures of Daryl leaving Ash Park. Is that you with him? Text me back.
She waited five minutes. Then ten. When Rick came back into the room, fully dressed, strapping his holstered gun around his waist, she smiled up at him when he leaned down to kiss her.
"Call you tomorrow?"
"Hmm," she said with a smile, tucking her fingers into the neck of his shirt. "You better." As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of Carol's face on the TV screen. "Oh, that's Carol Mason. Uh…Olivia O'Connor from Apocalypse, California. You watch that? I'm a big fan."
"Oh yeah," Michonne bit out with a smile. "Me too. Big fan. Huge."
"Maybe you can come over tomorrow night and watch with me?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Michonne said with a smile. "Be safe out there."
"I will," he promised, kissing her again. And then he was gone, and she collapsed against the mattress, checking her messages. No response from Carol. With a frown, she tapped out another message.
You can always say it wasn't you. It's not like you can see your face under that helmet. But they're going to be sniffing around more now than ever. I just want to warn you before you get mobbed coming home.
Oh hell, Carol was going to be pissed.