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Literally any other time he would have gladly taken the advances Carol was throwing at him. He would have drug her into the house, said fuck the bed, and took her right there in the entrance against the wall. Right now though he was gritting his teeth and already bracing for the cold shower he knew he'd be taking later. By the time he'd gotten back outside from Merle's house Carol decided she no longer liked bras.
While it wouldn't be the first time he'd seen her without one it was damn sure the first time she'd slipped it off in front of him. He'd forced his eyes off her but that was apparently unacceptable. She'd threw the god forsaken thing on him and watched him the entire drive to the house. He kept himself on guard. Not only had her hands tried wandering over him but her foot joined in. More than a few times he had to catch it on his thigh seconds before she was rubbing right against his groin.
Getting her in the house was another story. Carol decided she didn't like walking. She'd stripped her heels off giving them to him as a 'bribe' as she called it to pack her. She'd lamented how tired her feet were from dancing with his dad. Now he just wanted to punch his dad because he'd given in like a goddamn sap.
That would have been fine. Sure he wouldn't sleep afterwards but he'd prepared himself for that. No, nothing was that simple with her. She'd wrapped around him like a goddamn vine. In doing so she caused her dress to ride up her thighs threatening to expose her. He was in hell. It was the best kind of hell but hell none the less.
"Daryl." Carol pouted with her face pressed into his throat.
Clearing his throat and kicking the door shut behind himself. "What?"
"Do you think Merle would actually sleep with Penny?"
Daryl grimaced. "He's fucked worse."
Carol shuddered against him and buried her face further into his throat. She was acting like she was trying to embed herself into him. It was doing weird things to his body. He felt to hot and like he was running a race at the same time. He wasn't use to someone being this close to him. At least not without drinking way too much. He was stone sober and it was something completely new. It was overwhelming because it was Carol.
He swung her down suddenly at the top of the stairs. Carol laughed loudly. Her breath warming his throat. He felt her lips drag down the column against the straining tendon. He bit back a groan and felt her smile against his throat. She knew what she was doing to him and he needed to put space between them. He only had so much self control and this woman was taking a sledgehammer to wall he was trying to put between them.
"You smell good." Carol moaned.
He swallowed thickly. Her tongue traced the motion and his hands came up gripping her biceps. He flexed his fingers trying to find the strength to push her away from him. Her arms were wrapped around his torso and she was damn near mauling his throat. He knew she was going to have beard burn. He imagined what it'd look like if that same burn was on her inner thighs and he felt his cock jerk at the thought. He was going to hell.
"Carol." Daryl warned.
His words died in his throat when her teeth sunk into his neck. He jerked violently and Carol looked up at him all does eyes and innocence. She was flushed and her hair was wild. She'd taken it down while in the truck. She already looked freshly fucked and it had his mouth watering.
His grip tightened on her arm as the sting in his throat started to burn. He pushed her back gently making sure she kept her balance. Her lip jutted out and it made his heart tighten seeing hurt flash through her eyes. She licked her lips and let her eyes drop to his own. When she looked back up at him her eyes were dilated. The blue completely gone in the face of her desire.
He side stepped her and Carol mirrored him. He fought laughing. How was it that he felt like he was being hunted? Hunted in his own fucking house! He damn sure didn't figure Carol for this kind of drunk. It was highly amusing if not frustrating. Adjusting his jeans he watched her eyes drop quickly to watch before she took a step towards him.
He stepped away from her. "Carol, we can't." He grit out.
"Prude." She laughed.
He scowled. Carol only smiled wider at him. Carol nodded though and walked into her room. He let out a breath and turned walking into his own room. He ignored that Carol didn't shut her door. He ignored the fact that he'd seen her unzipping the back of her dress and exposing herself. He ignored the goddamn green panties he'd had thrust in his face in that goddamn store not long ago. It was giving him more images than he needed at the moment. He was going to smother himself tonight.
Walking into his room he shut the door. He let himself relax and instead chuckled. Besides bridezilla and Penny it'd been a good day. Merle was going to be seven kinds of furious tomorrow. Oh he couldn't wait. It was going to be hilarious. He just hoped he didn't do something stupid like drop his fucking pants in the middle of the wedding and start yelling at him. That would make things awkward.
He stripped down to his boxers while cutting off his lights. He didn't bother locking the house up. Mac and Harley were coming here tonight and would do it for him. No one was stupid enough to think about breaking into his house anyways. Rocky was still sleeping downstairs. Catrick was down there waiting to roadhouse someone too. He seemed to take a perverse pleasure in doing such things to Shane and Merle.
Crawling under his blankets Daryl sprawled over the cold comforter and hissed as his hardon got in the way. He tried ignoring it but it wasn't going anywhere. It was hard to ignore it when the images of Carol's nipples hard and perky pressed into the silk of her dress were so fresh in his mind. It was made even harder to ignore when he knew what it was like to have her wrapped around him, if not the way he wanted, and her mouth on his skin.
Groaning to himself he gave up and slid his hand down into his boxers. Shoving them down far enough to let his cock spring free. Wrapping his hand tightly around his cock he grunted and exhaled harshly through his nose as he drug his hand from base to tip. His chest heaved as heat rushed through his body and his hips jerked with each jerk of his cock. He felt sweat starting to bead along his throat and brow. He was starting to pant and he could almost imagine Carol still pressed against him. Her lips dragging along his throat and her teeth nipping at him.
"Fuck." He hissed through clenched teeth. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck."
Pumping his hand faster as his hips thrust upwards with each stroke. Biting down on his own lip to try to keep quiet had him grunting in pain. The taste of blood spread across his tongue but done nothing to stop the need that was starting to wrap around his mind like a drug.
"Daryl?"
Breathing harshly as his grip tightened painfully around the base of his cock. His erection was now to the point it was starting to get painful. He tried to get his breathing under control. He was so fucked out of his mind at the minute and focused on his own dick he was starting to even imagine her voice. Dragging his hand along his flushed cock he let out a groan that was louder than he anticipated.
There was a sound that had his head snapping over the same time a lamp was cut on at the side of his bed. He was momentarily blinded as light flooded his eyes and he ripped the blanket up his body. Panting harshly he met Carol's eyes. The blanket barely made it above his hips but that didn't matter because his obvious erection was tenting it.
"I thought you were hurt." Carol's voice made his blood rush when the breathy tone escaped her.
He felt his mouth snap shut for fear what would come out. His chest was heaving and his hand was still wrapped around his dick. He flexed his fingers and felt his eyes start to roll. He was almost there and wanted nothing more than to just finish.
Carol shuffled closer to the bed. Her knees bumped it and she met his eyes briefly before they they ran down his body. She licked her lips and he swallowed when one of her legs lifted onto his bed. He let out a breath in preparation to tell her to stop but she was already on the bed like she knew what he was going to do.
"Carol. I'm….you should go back to bed." He grit out. His words garbled and strained.
She shuffled even closer and met his eyes. It was then he realized what she was wearing. The tank top was so thin that the silhouette of her body as it hung off her left little the imagination. She still had no bra on and he felt his mouth watering. Her sleep shorts should have been qualified for underwear. Her legs were partially spread as she kneeled next to his hips with her hands planted on her thighs. Her smooth creamy thighs that he thought about trailing his tongue up till he got to the apex.
Exhaling roughly through his nose unsure what to say to her. He was caught. He knew it and so did she. She looked like the cat that got the cream, literally. He would have laughed at his own pun if he was able to do so without making some embarrassing needy noise.
Her hand slid slowly down her thigh and he tensed. She didn't stop though and instead whipped his covers back. Carol sucked in a breath and suddenly she was so close her knees were pressed into his side. Any restraint he thought he had snapped the second her hand touched his chest.
"Show me." Carol purred her eyes focused on his cock. "I want to watch you cum."
He groaned low in his throat and his hand pumped along his cock. His eyes were running over her greedily. His hand sped up and his hips arched. Carol moaned low in her throat, her hips slightly rocking watching him. He felt a hot tight ball of heat settling in his stomach and while his balls tightened.
Carol's hand slid into her panties and she cried out. He could see her fingers matching his rhythm and that was all it took. Carol leaned over him quickly her mouth capturing his as he pumped his cock through his release. When he fell flat against the bed again he felt spent and too hot for his own skin. Carol's face pressed into his throat as she shook through her own climax.
When his mind unfogged and he was able to think about more than the grip he had on his cock he cringed. He'd made a promise to himself not to do something stupid while she was drunk. And this was definitely fucking stupid. He closed his eyes trying to get his shit together.
Carol kissed his chin and then met his eyes. She was giving him a sly smile. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
He blushed and looked down. "Shut up."
Carol hummed in her throat before laying down by him. Her chin propped up on his chest. He tried to catch her arm before she leaned that much on him but it was useless. She sprawled over him and he sucked in a breath when she stared at his cum on his stomach and across his hip. She raised a brow and then swiped her finger through met his eyes and then popped her finger in her mouth. He felt his cock start to come alive again as she sucked her finger all while looking him in the eyes.
With a loud pop she pulled her finger from between her two bruised lips. "I've wondered what you'd taste like."
"Fucking hell." He growled.
Carol smiled at him. "I'm sleeping here."
"What?" He wasn't sure he had the mental capacity to talk at the moment.
"Unless you want to sleep in my room." Carol smiled at him and let her chin rest on his chest. "Though you'll need to clean up before getting on my sheets. Clothes optional."
He licked his lips and Carol's eyes darkened. "I to-"
"Yes. I know...we can't do anything because I'm so clearly drunk and will regret having sex with you even though I've lusted after you since I threw that punch."
His eyes widened. She had no filter while drunk and he smiled at her. She flushed and then scowled at him.
"Well..." She pursed her lips but couldn't hold it. Clearing her throat, "Now that that is out in the open I'm tired." Carol yawned blinking at him owlishly.
He swallowed. He'd never been in this situation. If he ever fooled around with a woman he never seen them the next morning or at all. This was uncharted territory. It wasn't that he'd meant for this to happen. He'd been very fucking adamant they not till she sobered up. She'd caught him in a moment of weakness with his pants down and hand wrapped around his dick.
He set up and swung his legs over the bed. Carol caught his arm panic in her eyes. "Where are you going?"
He gave her a pointed look, "I'm not sleeping with jizz on my stomach, Carol."
"OH!" She squeaked.
How the hell could she so brazenly walk in his room. Tell him she wanted to watch him cum while masturbating herself and then swipe her fingers through it just so she could see what he tasted like. That alone was going to be in his mind till the day he died. Every time he closed his eyes he was going to see her face as she tasted his cum for the first time. Jesus christ he was already thinking about how it wouldn't be the only time.
She still had his arm in her hand and he watched as she snatched his boxers up and leaned around him. She cleaned his stomach up quickly and grinned at him. She still had the flush of alcohol to her face but not like before. She was buzzed but he didn't think she was as drunk. No, she would remember everything she'd done and said. He couldn't wait to see her face in the morning. Part of him was terrified she'd be horrified and reject him. He wasn't sure he could take a hit like that.
She jerked him backwards and pushed him onto his back. Carol leaned back and cut the lamp off. She snuggled into his chest and side, fitting against him like she was made for him. He heard the door bumped and the soft steps of Rocky. The dog jumped in the bed and left when he tried to lay down and Carol swatted him away.
He wrapped an arm around her and rolled. She shifted till she was under his blankets. Her breathing evening out and deepening. The sound was lulling him to sleep quicker than he expected. Each soft puff of air against his throat like sheep he was counting, it was comforting.