Prompt: Beth and Daryl have sex on his bike
Keep Quiet Part 4
Beth bit her lip as she quietly slipped out of her cell and made her way out of the building. Daryl had suggested something incredibly naughty for them to do that night. She wasn't sure they were actually going to get away with it. He was waiting for her on his motorcycle, straddling it with his arms crossed over his chest. She smirked and walked over to him, straddling him and the bike as he wrapped his arms around her. "Hey," she giggled as he kissed her.
"You gonna be able to keep quiet?" he asked, his hands already unbuttoning her jeans. Beth bit her lip and nodded. "Good girl" He kissed her as he eased a hand down the front of her pants and expertly found her clit, rubbing tight circles around it. She moaned, into his mouth, rocking her hips against his hand as he applied more pressure. It amazed her how he could play her body like a guitar and stroke all of the right notes that made her sing.
Her hands flew to his jeans and quickly pulled him out, stroking him as the moonlight shone down on them. "I need you, now," she moaned out. Daryl nodded and helped her balanced on his bike as he worked her jeans down and pulled her onto his lap, gently easing into her. She moaned, throwing her head back as she bit her lip. He felt so good inside of her. He stretched her, filled her to the point where it was just this side of painful, and the way his hands gripped her hips drove her crazy. She knew she was going to have to do all of the work tonight; it was his job to make sure they didn't tip the bike over.
She gripped his shoulders as she started to ride him, taking it slow at first, enjoying the delicious feel of him inside of her. "You feel so good," she moaned out, biting her lip as she started to increase the tempo. Daryl growled low and used his grip on her hips to move her faster. She bit down on his shoulder as he stated to rub against places that drove her crazy.
She whined against his vest, biting down on it as he started to rub her clit in tight little circles. Her body seized up as she came around him. "Fuck," Daryl muttered, his own orgasm claiming him as he felt her contract around him. He was amazed that his legs could keep them and the bike standing as she collapsed against him.
"Best one yet," she panted. He chuckled and kissed her head. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good.
