Lonely
It was late; mostly everyone was sleep as she made her way down the hall. It was crazy to think that they actually had a home again. So much had happened since the prison had fallen. They were still trying to get back to a sense of normalcy, but for now, having a roof over their heads and beds to sleep in was enough. She was on her way back to her room, just coming off of watch with Carl who decided that he wanted to stay up a little longer when she heard a strange noise coming from Daryl's room. She probably should have knocked before she opened the door, but that wasn't something people thought about anymore. She slowly opened the door, not wanting to scare him and peered inside.
A hot blush settled in over her face as she realized what he was doing. His jeans were undone and his cock was hard, his hand pumping up and down. She licked her lips as she watched him and heat started to pool in her belly. She'd fantasized about Daryl just about every night and seeing the real thing was nothing like she thought it would be. He was long, thick, and she bit her lip hard as she watched him stroke himself, his back arching.
She didn't know where the bravado came from, but she was going to work with it. She slowly, quietly slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. He looked over at her, but he didn't stop what he was doing. "Want some help?" she asked quietly.
Daryl slowly sat up on the bed and crooked a finger at her, calling her over. Maybe he thought it was a dream, maybe he didn't care, maybe he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She padded across the floor to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, settling herself comfortably between his legs. She pushed his hand away, wrapping her own around his cock. He was hot, smooth and hard at the same time. Slowly she pumped him in her hand. "Fuck," he muttered, bawling the sheets in his hands as his hips jerked. She smirked and slowly bent her head, flicking her tongue over his tip.
His hands shot to her hair and she slowly eased him into her mouth, down her throat, consuming him. She moaned around him. She never thought she would love the feeling of him deep down her throat, nearly choking her, but she could die a happy woman in that moment, especially when she swallowed around him and his hands fisted in her hair. To know that she got him that worked up was a power rush she was getting high on. She stared to move her head, up and down, up and down, each time taking him as deeply as she could, her hands running over his belly and chest as she moaned around him.
"Fuck, Beth," he swore, his hips arching, trying to stay buried in her throat. She just smirked around him, her eyes shooting up to meet his in the moonlight that cascaded through the window. She knew he was close, knew he wanted to come. She took him deep, all the way down her throat and swallowed around him, over and over again, forcing herself not to choke around him as she mimicked her body's reactions to having a cock buried inside of it. He whined, almost painfully, as his body tensed, his cock jerked in her mouth and he emptied himself into her.
Slowly releasing him as he fell back against the bed, panting, gasping for air and covered in sweat, she climbed up the bed beside him. "Better?" she asked.
"Where the hell did you learn how to do that?" he asked, looking at her through half closed eyes.
She smirked and bent over him, kissing him. "Everyone assumes I'm so innocent." She smirked and got off the bed. "You owe me one," she added before she walked out and went to her own room. Smiling as she crawled into bed, she couldn't wait to see what he was going to do to repay her for her little gift.
