Chapter 10

To say she hadn't fantasized about it would have been a lie. To say she hadn't craved it since the first time she felt his tongue brush across her lips and delve into her mouth would have been a bigger lie. So as she lay back against the mattress, legs spread before him, feet pressed flat against the bed as he spread her open with his fingers and fucked her with his tongue, the only thing she could think was how she'd never felt so much pleasure before.

One of her hands was softly caressing her own breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers, putting just enough pressure there to send a shockwave to her core. And he was lapping up every bit of her arousal, tongue and lips working together to stimulate her, fingers dipping into her, stroking her. He avoided her clit, and she knew he was doing it for a reason, but it was driving her crazy.

"Daryl," she whimpered, as he circled his tongue teasingly around the little bud before abandoning it. "Fuck!" She arched back, eyes screwing shut as he pushed three fingers inside of her, stretching her, making it hurt just a little but not too much. She pumped her hips, meeting his strokes with eager thrusts.

He was inexperienced, it was obvious, but hell, so was she. Ed hadn't liked to go down on her, and her other sexual partners had never quite known what they were going for, one trying to whole spell-the-alphabet trick, others just going for the slopping sucking and licking before lightly prodding at her clit with a blunted tongue. She'd usually been able to reach orgasm that way, but it usually took a long time.

Daryl had had his face between her legs for all of two or three minutes, and she was right there, just on the verge, and what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. She moaned softly, biting her lip as a whimper escaped. And then one of his hands was sliding up her stomach, caressing her there, moving upward to fondle her breast. He slid a thumb over her peaked nipple, and she closed her hand over his.

"Right there," she panted, guiding him as he caressed her. And then her other hand moved down to her clit, but he quickly swiped it away. "Please. Daryl." She was begging now, panting as a sheen of sweat broke out all over her body. "Please…"

"Wanna make you feel good," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh. His hand moved then, and he began to circle her clit gently, putting a little bit more pressure against it with each stroke. She was crying out now, beating her fist against the mattress.

"Oh God. Daryl. Right there. Don't stop." But he did stop just long enough to replace his fingers with his mouth, and he was sucking her then, sucking the little bud between his lips, tongue lapping at her, fingers spreading her, stroking her, filling her. And without warning, she let out a loud, loud cry, and a small gush of warm, sticky fluid coated his lips. He lapped up every bit.

He rested his chin against her stomach, staying there between her legs, watching the way her chest rose and fall, jerking slightly as she trembled.

"You ok?" he finally asked. She laughed then, covering her face with her hands.

"God," she breathed, "that was…" Her fingers moved to stroke through his hair. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he snorted, and then they both laughed.

"I mean, I just…I haven't felt like this in a long time."

"Me neither," he admitted, crawling up her body, pressing kisses as he moved. He settled his hips against hers, dick hard against her thigh, and they both ached for more. "You're so beautiful." His hand moved over her belly, smooth but painted with faded stretch marks from pregnancy. She'd grown to love them, though Ed had never looked at her the same after having Sophia, and he'd shied away from intimacy with her a lot after that.

"You don't have to say that," she murmured.

"Said it 'cause it's true." He pressed a kiss to her throat. She smiled then, closing her eyes as he moved to kiss her lips, sliding his tongue between her lips. She moaned then, tasting herself on his tongue, sighing as his hands roved over her shoulders and arms. She wanted so much more, almost enough that she was willing to risk forgetting about a condom just to be with him. Almost. She knew it was probably a terrible idea. They would have to wait. After all, where in the hell were they going to find condoms in the middle of the night along a lonely old highway? Then an idea struck her. She pushed at his shoulders.

"You tryin' to get rid'a me already?"

"No," she laughed. "I just thought of something. I need clothes."

"No ya don't. Come back here." He tugged at her, and she laughed, falling over him.

"Stop it," she giggled, as he sucked her breast into his mouth, rolling his tongue around her nipple. "Oh, God. Ok, don't st—oh, fuck. Mmm, don't stop." And then she became increasingly aware of his cock straining against her hip. "Oh, God. Ok. Ok, you have to stop." She pushed him back gently and gave him a sheepish smile.

"S'wrong?"

"I have an idea. And I need clothes. You just…you don't go anywhere, ok?"

"Wasn't plannin' on it," he murmured. She saw the way his fingers flexed instinctively toward his cock, and her gaze went there. She leaned in, lips a breath away from his, giving his hand a little pat, steering it away from its intended destination.

"Don't touch," she whispered. She saw him shudder then, and she pressed her lips sweetly against his.

She made quick work of throwing on his white t-shirt and her sleep pants, and she toed her shoes on, all the while keeping an eye on him as he laid back against the mattress, cock flagging at the thought of her leaving. She pouted her lips at him a little. "I'll be back," she promised, reaching into her purse and tugging out a few dollar bills.

"Better hurry," he growled out. She smiled then, turning and slipping out of the room. She rushed down the sidewalk and toward the sign that read ICE MACHINE. Surely to God there would be vending machines. Maybe even a machine with toiletries and other…necessities. It's what she was counting on. She bit her lip nervously, squeezing her thighs together a little to try to quell the desire that continued to throb at her core despite the ache she carried from Daryl's hands and tongue working her over.

She turned the corner and nearly smacked right into the ice machine. Quickly stepping around it, she checked out the other machines. There was a soda machine and a snack machine and another machine with toothbrushes, hairbrushes, and sticks of deodorant for outrageous prices. There was one packet of a popular brand of condoms, but it was wedged between the coiling metal ring and the side of the machine. Of course. Just my luck.

She considered her options, and she figured it was worth the risk. She stuck a crumpled bill into the acceptor, only to have it come back out. She cursed under her breath, flattening the bill out and sliding it against the corner of the machine to try to flatten out the wrinkles. When she put it in again, the machine accepted it, and she made her selection. The metal ring coiled and cringed against the condom packet. And the condom seemed even more lodged in there than before. Well, fuck me.

With a heavy sigh, she tried one more dollar, only to hear the metal coil make a horrid noise as it further smashed the condom packet against the side of the machine. Without thinking, Carol smacked her hand hard against the machine, groaning in pain at the sting in her palm.

"Whoa, you ok?" Carol spun quickly to find Working Stiff Tara standing there with an empty plastic cup in one hand and a can of soda in the other.

"Great," Carol muttered.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry about the choices. The vendor hasn't come to stock up in the last couple of weeks. Something about low demand around here." Tara shrugged. "I keep calling. You need something? People are all the time leaving junk behind."

"Uh, no. No, I'm fine," Carol replied, cheeks blushing furiously. Tara looked over her shoulder to make certain nobody was listening, as if she could get in trouble for what she was about to tell her.

"You're not the first person to try to get those condoms. Believe me. Come here. I think I've got just what you need."

"Oh, God, no. Thanks, I'm good. I just…"

"The closest drug store is a good eight miles down the road. Do you really want to drive all that way in the middle of the night?" Carol opened her mouth and promptly closed it. "Follow me." If Carol had had her wits about her in that moment, she'd have fled for the hotel room and chained the door behind her. What self-respecting forty-year-old woman went on a wild goose chase for condoms in the middle of the night at a questionable hotel? Well, her mind had no answer, but her body knew what it wanted, so she followed Tara back to the front office.

"One of the, quote unquote, perks of managing this shithole is that we have no housekeepers. I do all that shit myself, and so does the day guy. People get up and leave in the middle of the night, in a hurry, and they leave stuff behind." Tara disappeared into the closet before she came back out with a box full of stuff. She pulled out a black and gold box, still in plastic wrap. "Some dude left this like a week ago. I guess his 'date' stood him up. Or had a better offer." She shrugged her shoulders, popping her gum as she extended her hand out. Carol's fingers trembled, and she hesitated for a moment. "C'mon. I get it. You guys are a new couple, right?"

"How'd you know?"

"Because he was so respectful and asked for two rooms, and you looked like you just wanted to jump his bones. Just take the condoms and have fun. No extra charge." Carol hesitated for a brief moment, and Tara sighed. "Look, if I was into penis, I'd have snatched these bad boys up for myself. You've got…looks like eighteen in assorted colors. Free of charge." She shook the box at Carol and raised her eyebrows. "Going once…going twice…"

"Oh, alright," Carol huffed, taking the box in her hand.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Thank you," Carol murmured, cheeks flushing pink.

"Don't thank me. Thank the perv who got stood up by a hooker." Carol made a face and but gave the younger woman a nod. "You still want that seven thirty wakeup call?" Carol looked at the box of condoms and then over her shoulder toward the hotel room door.

"Make it ten?" she asked.

"You got it," Tara said with a smile. With that, Carol turned quickly on her heels and practically sprinted back to the hotel room, box of condoms in hand, praying she wouldn't die from anticipation before they finally got around to using them.