TWENTY-ONE
"Ahhh yes, pretzels," Michonne smiled at the memory of that run, it felt like so long ago now, "That poor traumatized tree, it was losing leaves like an old man loses hair." Rick barked out a short laugh along with her. He remembered seeing all the fallen foliage around them in the aftermath of their tree tryst, and feeling proud of himself for making good use of the forest during their impromptu "honeymoon".
While Rick laughed, Michonne was thinking of how he had made her into a human pretzel that day and the thought brought a rush of heat straight down her center. Still moist from his truck attack from earlier, she glanced over to him as his chuckle died down. He felt her gaze travel from his aquiline nose down to his salt and pepper beard that almost covered his full, delectable lips, and then finally down his broad torso, which was thankfully covered by her favorite blue denim shirt. He risked a look away from the long road ahead to see her lower her gaze to the protruding evidence of his now constant state of arousal. Instinctively his hand went to the aching appendage that had been rudely neglected for too long. Michonne licked her lips and made a decision to push the limits of her recently healed body. As he watched she lifted both legs to dashboard, using her lithe body to stretch her fingers out attempting to touch her toes.
"Wha… what are you doing Michonne?" Rick choked out. He felt his throat go dry as he watched his nimble sweetheart inhale slowly as she rose from her stretch and then exhale and lower herself again, getting her fingers a little closer to their goal of the tip of her black biker boots.
"Sshhhh, I'm concentrating," she closed her eyes with another rise and inhaled again. Exhaling, she lowered and felt her muscles relax and give more as she did five more reps of stretching. Success! Her fingers were now fully at the tips of her boots and she no longer felt the tightness in her long shapely legs on her last decline. She could have squealed in relief if she wasn't already occupied with another singular notion. While in the same position she began to untie the laces of each boot. "I'm thanking the yoga gods … and you're about to thank them too," she said with a sexy little wink, her voice smooth and soft as she returned to her upright position, "Because it looks like you're in serious need of a meditation ritual."
Little did she know that Rick's new meditation regime was what had him in the current hard dicked predicament he was in. Every dip of her body was slow torture as he watched her and he didn't think he could take any more. His other hand gripped the wheel as he continued to watch her toe each boot off as she unbuttoned her jeans. He had long since stopped stroking his now painful erection in fear of bursting like some prepubescent boy but watching his dusky lover raise her hips up to ease her jeans down was not doing him or his dick any favors.
"Now… let's see if we can't solve your little problem," she murmured as she leaned over and unbuckled his gun belt, careful not to perturb the raised bulge any further. The struggle was real for Rick as he tried to maintain his cool and keep the truck straight on the road as he felt the button on his jeans pop open and the zipper being gingerly brought down by her strong but delicate fingers.
"Uhm…" he groaned, "Baby… I don't… oh god," he bit his lip and couldn't continue his sentence as he felt her soft hand tentatively pull his substantial erection out and passed her thumb across the top where he had already started to trickle precum and rubbed it around the mushroom cap of his cock. "Fuck… Michonne… we're… We're headed off to war… oh goddamn." She had his head in her mouth. He had to wrestle the urge to slam on the brake when he felt her lightly humming against it, adding a bit of suction before releasing it with a moist pop.
"I know baby," Michonne leaned up and whispered directly in his ear while stroking his girth at a slow measured pace, "But I can't have you facing that bastard with this pointing straight at him. And didn't you say…" she tightened her grip on her sensuous stroke and gave the secret spot under his earlobe a light lick with the moist point of her pink tongue, wetting the skin where his soft salt and pepper beard met the nape of his neck. "Mmm… easy access. Isn't this what you meant baby?" She ducked her head back down and took his veiny hardness into her mouth using her accumulating saliva as a tool to get as much of him as she could.
Rick's eyes rolled upward for a millisecond and immediately went back to the road to make sure they had a clear path ahead of them as he felt her warm mouth enclose around the head of his cock. He didn't know whether to thank God or curse the devil as he felt the pulling suction from her enticing mouth. His right hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it roamed down the delicious curvature of her back to slide into her panties and grasp a handful of her voluptuous ass. She was already shockingly wet from his earlier broad daylight assault by the truck and he wasn't helping matters as his fingers travelled between her cheeks to get to her sticky center. Parting her swollen lower lips with his index and middle finger he found her clit already exposed from its hood. Her moan as he rubbed on both sides of the hot button with both fingers sent another jolt of shivers from the humming vibration on his cock happily knocking at the back of her throat.
"Shiiiit… babe… your mouth..." he couldn't help voicing his pleasure, "you don't know…oh god… it feels so fuckin' good… fuck baby … you sucking my cock… feels so… fuckin' good". His knuckles were turning white with the effort of holding the steering wheel straight when all he wanted to do was grab a fistful of her locs and guide her head to take even more of him in. He had impressed his own self from the fact that he hadn't exploded in her mouth the moment he felt her breath on the tip of his dick. It blew his mind, the herculean strength it took for him to not turn off the road to the Sanctuary and leave the rest of the caravan to fucking fend for themselves while he lost himself in Michonne's arms.
"Mmmm… baby, this… this is all I could think about…" his husky voice making her squirm as much as his fingers dipping in and out her did, "Feeling you… ungh… touching you…". Rick slid his fingers out of her using her syrupy nectar to glide upwards towards the delicate skin around her puckered rim. They had yet to explore that particular untold pleasure but the way Michonne pushed back against his gentle circular ministrations they both knew it was only a matter of time. The thought, running simultaneously in both their minds, made them both react instantly. Setting Rick harder than he ever thought he could get and Michonne releasing his manhood with a satisfying suck and pop allowing her to raise up and pull his jeans down further towards his knees. Rick managed to watch her as she sat upright and hurriedly drew down her now useless panties while he sat bare assed against the seat as he tried to anticipate her next move.
"Guess we're both going commando," she smirked as she tossed the soaked excuse for underwear on top of her jeans at her feet. In one fluid move she turned in her seat and stretched her left leg over Rick's lap to straddle him. Rick got downright gleeful once he realized he was about to enter the gates of heaven right before they drove into hell. He refrained from letting out a victorious war cry, though the urge was mighty. His eyes met hers as she felt for the base of his steel erection and began sliding the tip slowly between her swollen lips, making sure to hit her clit with each torturous, deliberate pass. Rick gritted his teeth as he felt her moisture coating his bulbous head. His right hand was almost losing circulation, his grip was so tight on that steering wheel. His other hand kept grasping her thigh harder with each moist pass as she mewled sweet nasty things in his ear.
"You thought about fucking me baby," she whispered, "hm? This pussy was what you were thinking about?" Before he could even formulate an affirming "fuck yes!" she slid down onto his cock and finally enveloped him in her tight waiting walls, already clenching with desire.
"Yessssssss..." they both hissed out. This, this was what he was fighting for. This right fuckin' here, Rick thought as Michonne began the slow sexy push and pull rhythm that their bodies had craved and missed so much. This feeling of completeness. This feeling of …"you're so …ungh… tight baby. You missed this baby? You. Miss. This. Dick." Rick's dominating nature surfaced in forceful thrusts, matching Michonne's, meeting her halfway. Michonne was fighting back though. She wanted to feel every inch of his thickness in her and savor it. She knew he loved the slow tug of her wet walls as she made her waist wind in a figure eight motion. She held his hips to take full advantage of her motion. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding on his cock filled the confined space along with the scent of her arousal and their intermingled sweat. She made her hips pop forward at the end of each sensuous grind causing Rick's to simultaneously grind out similarly nasty sweet declarations of his own while indeed thanking every yoga god in existence in his mind for this insanely skillful woman of his.
"You know I missed you. Can't you feel it … mmmm…Baby can't you feel it Rick," her voice was muffled as she alternated sucking and licking on his neck, making sure her head didn't obstruct his view while he was driving. Her wet pussy was distraction enough but Rick's determination not to kill them en route was strong.
"Fuck baby, I feel … everything right now," Rick's vision was beginning to blur with the effort. He felt every inch of the walls that molded to him perfectly as if she was made to love him. Love the dark murderous man that could kill a cannibal in cold blood. Love the angry lost man that vowed death on a sworn enemy to protect his family. Love every rough edge of him with a power that he had never experienced in his lifetime. Be with him through it all. He had to taste her. He had to lick the soft skin of his woman's shoulder. He needed the sweet sweat that was sheening her perfect smooth skin that still had remnants of the coconut oil she used even after the long day and battle she had in the garbage city.
Her grinds were getting more powerful. He felt her pulsing canal begin to flutter and he couldn't wait for her to erupt all over him. He felt like he had been waiting a lifetime to be with her and now that he had her, even in the tight confines of the pick-up truck's cab he was forever grateful that she had graced him with her love. He felt her beginning to come undone as her winding pumps became erratic and her hands gripped the curls at the nape of his neck tighter.
"Yes Chonne, give it to me baby… oh god… please… I don't think I can hold on," Rick pleaded with the only woman who had ever heard him beg for mercy. Sweat from the exertion of making sure he came to the explosive conclusion at the same time as her was running into his eyes and misting his already impaired vision. He couldn't help himself - he took the strap of her tank top into his mouth and bit down, pulling at it, nearly ripping it from her in his distress as he felt his balls tighten painfully with the impending explosion that it had been waiting for.
"Mmmm… oh my god… Rick. Rick. Fuck Rick," his name bursting from her mouth like a sacred mantra, "Riiiick!" her moans in his ear spurred him to buck up off the seat fiercely into her.
"Yes baby, that's it. God…", he couldn't hold back anymore as he felt the strangling tightness around his cock, "Michonne. Michooonne. I love you… God I lovvvv…" Rick's growling shout was cut short while his foot hit the gas with an uncontrollable force. The pick-up truck barreled forward as his come barreled hard out of him straight and deep into her spasming pussy.
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"Dinner with our show," Carol said as she handed King Ezekiel a homemade oat bar from the camper backpack at her feet. They had the unlucky position of second truck behind Rick and Michonne and were inadvertent voyeurs to what looked like a very risky reunion of the two lovers driving ahead of them.
"Oops…there's her head, is she…?" Ezekiel exclaimed in wonderment as he saw the top of Michonne's locked head appear from where he had previously witnessed it disappear in the vicinity of what could only have been Rick's lap.
"Yes. I do believe she is," Carol wryly replied with a smirk and shake of her head, "If anyone can make that straddle work, it's Michonne. I've seen her in action against at least eight walkers at a time. I umm… don't think flexibility is a problem for Michonne at all," she chuckled derisively, having full view through the back window of Michonne's position change. She couldn't see Rick's face but she could only imagine the jubilant joy that was probably on it.
"Extraordinary," King Ezekiel exclaimed, "All of the women from your family are simply extraordinary." The mention of her makeshift family brought a small smile to Carol's lips. A smile so rarely seen and by so few gave Ezekiel a glimpse of a younger and maybe happier woman. A woman that was maybe softer in her manner before the end of the world sharpened her edges to a razor finish. A woman that maybe never once thought of raising a hand to harm a butterfly instead of the woman she now was with a hard squint to her grey eyes who could probably kill a butterfly dead with just a glare. He was still intimidated by the pint sized warrior sitting next to him but she intrigued him also. From the moment he saw through that timid Susie Homemaker act she tried to pull when she was first wheeled into his "throne room" carrying on about "readily available cobbler" and how "amazed" she was at the Kingdom's facilities.
He instantly recognized the gritty salt in the sweet pudding of her seemingly effusive naiveté. He saw a kindred spirit and member of the "Fake It 'Til You Make It" club the moment he looked into those mirthless grey eyes of hers. He took a chance opening up to her and showing the man beneath the "King" façade he put on for his people and was rewarded with… well nothing but a door closed in his face after his invasive surprise visits to her secluded cabin. It wasn't until the tragic death of young Ben in that very same home she was using to escape whatever demons she was fighting and then the appearance of the grungy biker that he saw the iron come back into her eyes.
The passion to protect her family as she called them … and him... came out like a live torpedo once she got started. Organizing teams, strategizing the entire effort to "wrangle" almost 500 walkers into the Kingdom with not one casualty, training all abled citizens in the Kingdom in the art of the head shot and knife skills – the woman did it all. All in the name of family. After the time they had spent together he hoped that she considered the Kingdom as at least an extended part of that family. She'd certainly taken to Henry instantly as the young boy struggled with losing his big brother unnecessarily to Negan's thugs. Ezekiel gathered that the boy's sheer toughness covering his grief was something she uniquely related to.
"Extraordinary… hmm, I guess you could call Michonne that," Carol replied with a pensive note in her voice, "I'm certainly constantly amazed by her. You know, she would never say this to anyone but she should have a big chip on her shoulder against me."
"Now that sounds like an interesting story," he said, grateful for anything to distract him from the accidental peep show that was making him both awkward and aroused in the most uncomfortable way, "What, did you two battle over the Cowboy leader or something?" He let out a small chuckle that was quickly cut off when he looked and almost ducked for cover from the daggers coming from her eyes. "Well damn woman! I didn't mean it like that… unless I was rii…"
"No," Carol sighed, "at least not like what you think. Let's just say when we first got to Alexandria, I tried to steer Rick into several different directions. I'm not sayin' I was entirely wrong in some of the ways I saw that community. But…", she took another deep introspective breath, "I would understand if I woke up one morning with the business end of a certain sword staring right back at me."
Carol had never really apologized to Michonne for her hand in the plotting and machinations she used in to feed into Rick's clear post traumatic manic hunger. She really did believe the old guard of Alexandria were weak with their vapid dinner parties and coffee klatches for the clueless. It wasn't that that proved her right, those murderous bastards wolves did that for her. The culling of the weak. Those "W" scarred freaks did a better job than she ever could to open the eyes of the remaining survivors of old Alexandria. That, coupled with the monstrous herd that swept through the small community, left only the strongest of the Alexandrians as far as she was concerned. Ones that showed grit and courage when they fought side by side to overcome the herd. Hell she could even reconcile herself to tolerate Tobin enough to get her rocks off and have a passing affection.
But what she did when it came to manipulating Rick's need to protect and twist it towards the Anderson woman, well even that she knew at the time was wrong. She also knew a fellow human punching bag when she saw one and she knew the bastard doctor had to go. She wasn't blind to the growing connection between Rick and Michonne. Hell you'd have to be blind if you didn't feel the heat radiate off of them when they were within eye fuck distance of each other but none of that mattered to Carol. She figured since they hadn't quite figured it out themselves then might as well use the opportunity and use the nostalgic memory of Rick's wife to get what she wanted.
Carol would be forever grateful for Michonne's grace during that ugly time until even now. Never once confronting her, as she was well within her right to after she and Rick finally gave in to the obvious love they had for each other that everyone saw except them. Never once looking at Carol with accusation pouring from her deep brown eyes for the plotting and the scheming and the games she inveigled Rick and Daryl into. No, not Michonne, her focus never wavering from what was best for the entirety instead of the parts that made up the sum. Even now when Michonne's clear focus was intent on Rick, Carol was sure that thoughts of all three of the communities and their survival after this war was not far from her thoughts. Carol would be forever grateful for her unspoken forgiveness and in constant awe of the sable woman with her smooth and cool approach to everything.
In hindsight Carol may have even been a bit jealous of the command Michonne had over Rick even before they got to Alexandria. Maybe even a bit threatened because Rick had already shown he had no problems sending her packing in the name of protection. Carol knew deep down that would never be something Michonne would ever have to worry about. Michonne was too important to Carl. Too important to Rick even though he wouldn't acknowledge it. But then again Michonne didn't torch two innocent souls, also in the name of protection. Michonne would never.
Carol was stunned out of her contemplative silence by the grumble of the motorcycle keeping steady pace on her side of the road. Just in view of her side view mirror, dead center. She smiled her small secret smile again. He probably didn't see it with the dust from the road, or at least Daryl was putting on a good show of not looking at her directly in that same side view mirror. The king had felt his and heard his presence the entirety of the road trip also but he chose to ignore it. After all, Carol was sitting next to him and not on the back of some dusty bike. Each rev of the single man machine sounding like a cry for help. A plea to the strange, silent and thoroughly intriguing small women sitting beside him. Ezekiel still managed to smile over his darker confusing thoughts wondering just who in hell this great unwashed person was and what the exact nature of his relationship to Carol was. Just as he was about to vocalize a question that had been plaguing his mind, Carol spoke up.
"Oh boy, looks like they're in the home stretch," she laughed as she gestured to the vehicle ahead of them that had started to speed up. Ezekiel began to pressure his own gas pedal when her soft small hand came to rest on his forearm as he was steering.
"Nah… let's, um, give them a little privacy for this last part," she said with a chuckle, "I could live without seeing Michonne's O face and as long as Rick can stay straight on the road I think we can spare a few yards."
"Yes madam, I do believe you are right," as Ezekiel gave her his best side smirk, "Good thing too because the rendezvous point is not too far ahead. I was thinking at the rate they're going they might have driven right past Maggie and straight through the gates of the Sanctuary."
Tears were now coming from Carol's laughing eyes at the thought of Rick barging through the metal gates, Michonne straddling him. One hand on the steering wheel and the other hanging out the window brandishing his Colt Python while Michonne rode his other python. "and… Ne..Negan would… get an eyeful of Michonne's beautiful behind and … ahahahah… Rick would shoot him dead just for that."
They both continued to laugh while giving the lead car it's well deserved space, almost forgetting the lone motorcyclist watching in the side view mirror wondering what the hell Carol had to laugh about so damn hard and why it wasn't him who got her to break out that joy.
A/n: Heeeeyyy my lovelies! As you may have surmised from this last chapter I got a little in my feelings on this one. I did RESEARCH for this y'all! The things I do in the name of technical accuracy. If you were finding the plausibility of this scene a little shallow - I got receipts! Check this out /en_uk/article/wjzdb9/five-questions-for-that-argentinian-couple-who-fucked-in-a-moving-car and I say if it can be done in there then Savage Rick got way more skills than that guy. Also, I was a little afraid some of you guys didn't realize the last chapter was a flashback and this particular scene I had down for a minute but got bypassed for the tree scene in the most luscious way.
I was feeling some type of way for poor suffering Rick. Had to give him some bit of relief before he got to the Sanctuary. Please forgive the double knockin' boots chapters but now I'm full on into the Leanin ass bastards head space. FYI - not a good place to be in especially as I've yet to watch the MSP and probably won't be watching it before I drop the next chapter or I may just do some real unjustifiable nasty things to him and I gotta keep it realistic. Like chopped up peen ain't really Rick's style so I'm trying to stay focused on a realistic battle for you. PS BATTLE IN DEFINITELY NEXT CHAPTER. and sadly... I think we've seen the last of Rick's "meditatin"... but don't despair... there's got to be celebration back brukkin' so... there's that you have to look forward to so there's that.
Anyways now for your awesome reviews #ILOVEYALLSOMUCH
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MannaRN OMG "THE hottest Richonne sex scene ever" OMGOMGOMG I think I cried and died at the same time. To think you put that in real life print... yeah. This is my ghost writing to you from the grave. A leaf strewn grave.
RGBzMom you feel attacked... GOOD I'm so happy. I was that tree too! I felt attacked when I wrote it. Where my head be at sometimes I just don't know!
courtgirl26 you and that poor tree was just chillin' minding it's own damn business and here come these two tree killers. I know right? You made pretzels CANON! You and carribean_queen have made me think about putting pretzels in every other scene! ha i love it! PS can you loan can08writer your fan because she said she needs it!
DramionEverlarkPeetatoRichonne would I stop writing about dominant savage Rick... hmmm I really don't think I can! But... this story do gotta come to an end babes but that don't mean the Rick Rock stops.
amberjoy38 I'm sorry I didn't do any murder this chapter either. You forgive me?
Tigerwalk you're very welcome! I thought that you and my other dear readers was fittin' to riot if I didn't get that tree scene out man. Low key loving that y'all made me go there tho!
Chezza3009 that is high praise your smut is golden man! So thank you!
comewithnattah Richonne gives ZERO Fucks about the Lorax and his tree huggin ass. I feel like Rick saw that pint egg shaped orange freak and gave him a look that said "Nah son, you wants NO PART OF THIS HERE TREE" and for good measure kicked the tree afterwards. I love you btw. Your reviews as always give me life.
Sophiasown you got your tree scene. Is you happy now? Is You? You gotta leave me a review that made me want to find you and plant groves of trees around you. I love you too btw (shhh don't tell nattah)
Flacagonzales and zeejack jerkchickenz no the honeymoon erm was not NSFW at all. #sorrynotsorry now that you've cooled down y'all ready for war? Because I'm fitting to give it to ya.
Firefly-class don't worry they're gonna get a lot of frustrations out in all kinds of ways.