I am so sorry for the delay on this chapter. I was very sick last week, but I'm feeling much better now. I hope the smutty end to this chapter makes up for the wait. :)
It was close to sunset by the time they found the old motel. They had started worrying that they would have to spend the night camping off the side of the highway, and both felt relief wash over them when the rundown motel came into view. Daryl pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine, his eyes traveling over the scene around them. There was an old gas station with only two pumps out front, and it appeared that the gas station interior and the motel office were one in the same. To the left of the motel was a separate building with a sign that read "Woody's Gentlemen's Club." The club's proximity to the motel led Daryl to believe that its dancers had done more than just strip during its time of operation, but none of that mattered now. Regardless of what had transpired in these walls, they were walls all the same.
"A porn shop and a strip club all in one day," he shook his head. "More than you bargained for?"
Beth giggled and nudged him playfully.
"C'mon. Let's clear the place out."
Daryl nodded in agreement, and both readied their weapons and exited the truck. They cleared the gas station and motel office first, thankfully finding it both void of walkers and with some food still on the shelves for the taking. Beth hopped behind the counter and retrieved the keys for the motel rooms, stating that it would be easier than kicking all the doors in and would enable them to make use of the locks on the doors. There were only eight rooms, and it didn't take them long to clear them. Only two of the rooms contained walkers, and they had been easily dealt with.
"I don't think we really need to clear the strip joint, but I'd like to go knock on the door, just to see if any walkers are inside," Daryl said. "If there's a bunch of 'em in there, I'd like to know."
"Good idea," Beth agreed. "I don't want any surprises. I'll start loading the truck with all the food from the gas station while you do that."
She watched him for a moment as he walked away, admiring how broad his shoulders looked even underneath his leather coat. With a slight grin on her face, she went to work looting the gas station what whatever she could find. Her grin widened when she discovered several boxes of condoms on the shelves; although their supply was not low, she would never pass up the opportunity to acquire more. As she shoved the boxes into her bag, she thought of the sex toys stashed in the truck. A motel next to a strip club seemed like such a dirty place to try them out, but at the same time, it was almost sort of perfect. Beth felt her cheeks warming from the thought, and she bit her lip in anticipation. Daryl had said he wouldn't participate if she didn't want him to, but she was pretty sure she did want him involved. He had managed to show her so much about her own sexuality already, so why not this, too?
"Club's pretty much clear," Daryl's voice suddenly came through the gas station, making Beth jump. She had been caught up in her own thoughts and hadn't heard him come in. She hurriedly resumed stuffing her bags with food until the shelves in front of her were clear.
"Were there many in there that you can hear?" she asked.
"Eh, sounded like maybe two or three. Door's locked tight though. They ain't gettin' out, and if they do, we can handle 'em easy."
"Good," Beth flashed him a smile and held up her full bags. "How do you feel about Cheetos and jerky for dinner?"
Daryl snorted and shook his head. "We probably should save our other food, so yeah, that works. If we manage to find someplace safer in the next few days, I should go huntin'. We could use some fresh meat."
"Why not here?" Beth shrugged. "Walls and doors with locks seems safe enough to me."
Daryl shook his head. "Nah. If I go huntin', you'll need to stay behind to watch the truck and our supplies. I ain't leavin' it unattended. And there's nothin' 'round here for miles, so anyone else travelin' on that highway will see what we saw: a temporary safe haven. Until we can find someplace that ain't right off the road, I ain't leavin' you."
"Okay," Beth smiled. "That makes sense."
She handed Daryl one of the full bags and the pair went back to the truck to stash their new loot away. Beth retrieved a few bags of chips and jerky from the loot and grabbed her bag of overnight toiletries to take in with her. Daryl snagged one of their battery-powered lanterns as well.
"So which room do you want to stay in? Were any of them cleaner than the others? I can't remember," she asked, dangling the keys in her hand.
"Well, rooms 2 and 7 had walkers, so not those. How 'bout room 4? Truck's parked right out front of it."
Beth nodded and went to open the door, revealing their home for the night. None of the rooms in the motel had been redecorated since the 70s, and Beth wasn't sure she trusted the cleanliness of the sheets enough to sleep under the covers, but it was a bed, walls, roof, and a door, which was more than enough. She grabbed the lantern and switched it on to take into the bathroom. It was small and cramped, but Beth let out a surprised squeal when water came out of the tap as she tested the knobs.
"Running water!" she grinned. Daryl appeared in the doorway and shared her smile. "I know it's only been two days since I've showered, but I'm going to take advantage of this water to shower again tonight. You should consider doing the same."
Daryl scoffed at her and Beth rolled her eyes. Daryl always seemed to prefer being dirty. Regardless of whether Daryl decided to bathe, however, Beth was in a good mood.
Beth could hardly believe it. The motel still had hot running water. It was a luxury she didn't think she would ever experience again after the farm. After the pair of them had eaten, she had taken her time in the shower, letting the steaming water spill over her until it began to run cold. Only when the warmth had completely vanished did she finally turn off the water and climb out.
She wrapped herself in a towel and quickly ran a brush through her wet hair. After brushing her teeth, she gathered up her clothes and grabbed the lantern from the counter before heading back out into the bedroom. The room was empty and the door was closed, but Beth knew that Daryl was just outside the door keeping watch. She sat down on the bed and rummaged in her bag of toiletries, pulling out what she was looking for. When she had gone out to the truck to retrieve her shower supplies, she had also snagged two of the vibrators she had acquired earlier in the day, and now she was looking at them in detail for the first time.
One was simple and white, and was cylindrical with a rounded tip. According to the packaging, it was meant for both internal and external stimulation. Beth could feel her cheeks flushing as she read over the package, even though she was alone. She reached for the other one: a smaller, wand-like device that was blue and sparkly. This one was just meant to be used externally, and it seemed less formidable to her. Resolutely, she went to work on the packaging on the blue vibrator, and soon held it in her hand. She turned it over in her grasp, examining it. Suddenly the door opened and Beth jumped, her eyes meeting Daryl's and her blush intensifying immediately.
His gaze traveled to what she held in her hand, and a smirk spread across his lips.
"Whatcha got there?" he asked innocently.
Beth shrugged a little, unsure of what to do. She laughed softly to herself.
"It seems sorta cliché to be trying this thing in a trashy motel room next to a strip club," she said.
"Nah," Daryl shook his head. "I got a feelin' that people didn't come here to get off alone . . . if you catch my drift."
Beth laughed nervously, feeling as though her cheeks were warm enough to heat the room.
"Gosh, I don't even know why I'm embarrassed to want to use this."
"What d'you have to be embarrassed about?" Daryl asked, his expression turning serious. "It's just you and me. Or, I could go back outside and leave you alone, if you want . . ."
"No," Beth shook her head. Suddenly, an idea dawned on her, and she smiled a bit. "Actually . . . I was thinking we could, you know, watch each other."
Daryl frowned a little in confusion, and Beth had to force the embarrassment out of her voice.
"Maybe if I watch you, um, pleasure yourself, it would make me less nervous to do the same with this?" she asked tentatively, holding up the small blue vibrator in her hand.
Daryl looked at her thoughtfully. "Never done that in front of anyone before."
"Well, me neither. So that makes it easier for me," Beth smiled. "Like you said, it's just you and me."
Daryl's lips slowly turned up into a half-smile.
"Okay," he said simply.
Beth's heart began to pound a little, but she forced herself to push aside her anxiety about the situation. This was Daryl, and as he had told her before, she had nothing to be ashamed of in front of him. She set the vibrator down on the bed and crawled toward him, raising herself to her knees to be level with where he stood at the edge of the bed. In one swift motion, she untucked the towel from her body and let it fall to the bed, leaving her completely naked before him. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. His hands moved to cup her face, and the pads of his thumbs caressed her cheeks softly in a moment of gentleness before he suddenly buried one of his hands in her hair and gave it a sharp tug. Beth gasped as she was forced to look up at him, the motion causing her to throb between her legs. Daryl's mouth claimed hers, his kiss deep and demanding. She opened her mouth to him and moaned into the kiss as their tongues fought for dominance. Daryl's hands left her hair and slid down her smooth body. He palmed her ass in his hands and squeezed possessively, causing Beth to moan into the kiss again.
Beth's hands quickly went to Daryl's belt. She unbuckled it and pulled it from his hips with a soft swish, tossing it to the floor. She unfastened his pants and tugged them down a bit to reveal his mostly-erect cock. She gripped him in her right hand and slowly pumped him, feeling him harden completely in her hand. She grinned against his lips and pulled away. As she scooted back on the bed toward the pillows, Daryl glanced behind him and tugged an armchair closer to the bed. Beth propped herself up against the pillows and Daryl sank into the chair. His wrapped his right hand around his cock and began to slowly pump it up and down.
The sight of Daryl touching himself made Beth feel hot all over, despite the chill of the room. She let her thighs fall open, and the predatory look that came to Daryl's eyes upon the sight of her exposed glistening center made her shiver in anticipation. She reached next to her and picked up the blue vibrator, turning the knob at the end to spring it to life. She turned the vibrations to a medium speed and took a deep breath before gingerly touching the tip of the wand to her clit. She jerked and gasped the instant the vibrations touched her.
"Oh!" Beth gasped in surprise. She hadn't expected it to feel so intense. Daryl smirked at her, his eyes dark, and she bit her lip and pressed the vibrator to her clit again. Pleasure surged through her center; it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She kept the vibrator against her clit as she focused on the sight of Daryl's large hand wrapped around his shaft. Beth felt as though nothing had ever turned her on more. She began to move the tip of the vibrator around in small, light circles, varying the pressure and intensity. She could feel how wet she already was; it was dripping down between her open legs. Her mouth fell open, her breathing already labored, as she watched Daryl's thumb gather a bead of precum from the tip of his cock and slide it over the head. It was enough to bring her orgasm crashing over her, quicker than it had ever come before. She let loose a few breathy moans as she reached her climax, and she quickly tossed the vibrator aside, its vibrations too intense, and pressed down hard on her clit as she rode out her orgasm.
Beth didn't remember closing her eyes, but when her climax had subsided, her lids fluttered open again to the sight of Daryl's hungry stare, his hand still pumping his cock. Her body still slightly humming, Beth licked her lips, her body aching with want for the man in front of her, despite the orgasm she had just experienced.
"Please fuck me, Daryl," Beth pleaded, her voice sounding husky and rougher than it usually was.
Daryl didn't need to be told twice. He rose from the chair and knelt on the bed, crawling toward her like a predator stalking its prey. He roughly grasped her by the hips and tugged her toward him before quickly flipping her onto her stomach. His calloused hands ran down her body, and Beth arched her back up in a silent plea for him to ravage her. He pulled her up onto her knees, and Beth propped herself on her elbows as he lined himself up with her entrance.
He was inside her with one swift thrust, both of them releasing animalistic groans at the feeling. He pulled out almost to the tip before roughly thrusting back inside with a wet slap. Beth was unable to contain her moans each time he bottomed out inside her. His hand fumbled next to them on the bed, locating the vibrator after a few moments. He turned down the knob to a low vibration and reached the toy around to press it to her center. Beth jerked as it touched her still-sensitive clit, but Daryl held it firmly against her as he continued to pump into her from behind. Beth lowered her front half to the bed to enable him to go deeper. The combination of the vibrator along with the mixture of pain and pleasure Daryl was giving her was rendering her senseless. His free hand palmed one of her ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling possessively. Beth was in ecstasy, and it didn't take long for a second orgasm to rake through her. She could hardly hear herself calling out Daryl's name over and over as her muscles tightened around him. He thrust into her a few more times before pulling out and finishing on her backside.
Beth literally collapsed onto her stomach, her ears ringing. Daryl switched off the vibrator and grabbed Beth's discarded bath towel to clean his seed from her skin before falling to the bed next to her. Both of them were panting for breath. After a few moments, she felt Daryl shift on the bed to turn toward her.
"So?" he said, his voice sounding rough. "What's your verdict on the vibrator?"
"Oh my fucking god," Beth said with a giggle as she turned to face him. "Where have these things been all my life?!"
Daryl chuckled and tugged her body into his, his arms circling around her and nuzzling his face into her hair.
"Good call on stopping at that shop today then," he said. "And also, watching you use it on yourself was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen."
"I'm glad you approve," Beth grinned. "I have a feeling we'll be having lots of fun with my new toys."
"Girl, you just let me know any time you want to play. With or without my participation."
Beth giggled and snuggled further into his arms, the post-coital satisfaction making her feel sleepy. She knew Daryl would soon have to return to watch outside, but she wanted to enjoy their remaining moments together. She felt very thankful that they had had another good day on the road.
"Wake me up in a few hours for my watch?" she mumbled sleepily.
"Mhm," Daryl agreed, his voice rumbling in his chest against her ear.
Beth sighed contentedly, and soon sleep took hold of her.
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