Rick POV
This is the best night I've had in a very long time. When I had Michonne straddling me I just about came in my pants. The dress she's wearing… just... damn...Her fucking thighs, I think they might be the best thighs I've ever seen or touched. I want to lick them. Dear God, please, let me lick them later.
Damn, now I have her bending over to put her golf ball on the ground. What was I thinking about bringing her here without making her put a pair of pants on? Now I have an everlasting hard-on, and I'm sure she's eating it up.
"Need help?" I ask; I need to touch her in some way at all times.
She looks over her shoulder at me and shakes her head no. "I think you do," I move to stand behind her, rest my hands low on her hips and lean in to talk to her. "Spread your legs a little." She stands with her legs shoulder-width apart.
"Mmm, just like that," my hand rubs from her hip down to her thigh and I grip it around the front. My other hand pulls her ass closer to me. "You going to spread these thighs for me later? I need to taste you again," she shivers a little but ignores my comment and takes her shot.
"Do you have to make everything sexual?" she inquires, pulling away from my grasp.
"When it comes to you, yes." I don't like the idea of her being out of reaching distance and follow her to the other end of the hole where both of our golf balls are currently sitting.
"So, we never agreed on the terms of the bet," I reach out and pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her shoulders again ─ I just can't help it.
"I'm not betting anything with you. Neither of us agrees to what the other wants, so it's pointless," she shrugs me off and squats to pick up the golf balls. I take a step back and watch as her ass stretches the dress. I wonder if I can get a better view if I stand in front of her. I'll test that theory on the next hole.
By the time we reach the seventh hole I realize Michonne McQueen has mastered the art of miniature golf, she's gotten five hole-in-ones. Now I'm glad we didn't bet there's no way I could stop pursuing her at this point.
"You're a putt-putt shark, aren't you?" I ask as we've just moved to the eighth hole. Well, I walk and she saunters.
"No, just lucky," she gives me a brilliant smile. She looks really good when she smiles.
I hope to make her smile more often. Before I can stop myself, I stop and stand in front of her, holding the hair at the nape of her neck, I pull her face to mine.
"You look beautiful when you smile like that," I tilt her head back and give her a firm kiss on the lips, not trying to be overtly sexual or intense…a lingering peck.
"What was that about?" she asks without opening her eyes.
"Nothing just needed to kiss you." When she opens her eyes, she gives me a confused look.
Honestly, I'm confused too. I'm not a complete stranger to relationships or feelings and all that crap, I just choose not to be in them. I'm sure most women think I was wronged by a chick, maybe cheated on. Well, sorry to disappoint that's just not the case. After my last girlfriend and I grew apart I put all of my focus on building my business. I'm sure I could've made time for a girl, but I chose not to. It was easier to hit and quit. I definitely want to fuck Michonne, but with whatever is happening right now, I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk away from her like I want to.
Damn…
"Hmm, let's get done with the course. I'm hungry," she says, breaking the trance.
"Okay," I pull her in for one more lingering kiss before releasing her to play.
She's lining up her shot on the last hole and oddly enough, it happened again─ on almost every other hole ─I need to touch her. I stand behind her, resting my hands on her hips as she leans forward a little jutting her wonderful ass out. I've kept the touching rather PG until now due to the teenage population here, but now we're out of sight, the last hole starts behind some trees and we would be able to hear anyone approaching before they saw us.
I reach up and pull her back to my chest, resting my chin on her shoulder so I can see her face. I keep my eyes on hers and tilt slightly and start to kiss her neck, smiling to myself when I see her eyes close. Slipping my hand down her hip, I reach between our bodies and rub her ass through her dress.
"I've been dying to touch you like this all night," I whisper then let my hand find its way up the skirt of her dress. I slide my hand between her thighs from behind and rub back and forth over her center, just the simple light touching has her breathing heavily.
"Mmm, Rick we should finish this," she sighs. "I'm hungry."
"So am I," I start to suck the skin just behind her ear and increase the speed of my hand. "But you're swollen and ready, how can I deny you?"
She doesn't reply, she spreads her legs a little more and I slip my fingers under her panties, letting my middle finger slide into her. "My God, you're so tight," I groan into her neck. I want her so bad it fucking hurts.
"Ahh," I watch as she sighs into the night air. "What if someone comes?"
"Oh, someone will be cumming alright," I pull out and rub her clit with the tip of my finger.
She drops her club and grips the arm I've put around her waist to hold her to me, while she starts to pant. "Good girl, let go for me."
I'm hard as a rock thinking about what it would be like to fuck her. I feel her start to crumble under my touch and I soothe her by placing soft wet kisses on her neck. "Do you know how gorgeous you are when you cum for me?"
I pull my hand from under her skirt, bring it to my mouth and suck my fingers clean without letting her go. "That's what I was hungry for, you ready to finish this game?"
She nods and I finally let her go so I can pick up her putter for her. When she shoots, she misses. I do an internal happy dance knowing I threw her off her game so bad.
"Snack bar?" she asks as we go to return our clubs.
She kicked my ass in mini-golf, who would've thought. Now, she has her hand in mine and doesn't even seem to notice. She's lovely, smiley, looks genuinely happy and I get to experience it, I get to be the cause of that smile and it surprises the hell out of me when I realize how good it feels. How good her hand feels, how good the little twinkle in her eye makes me feel when she looks at me. I just wanted to fuck this girl, add her into the rotation, but the more she fights me – even though she usually gives in ─ the more time I spend in her presence, the more I understand Michonne McQueen is way more than a fuck-buddy. Funny how life does that to you, I definitely wasn't looking for anything and here she is, kicking my ass at mini-golf and ordering pizza, chili cheese tots and cookies.
Michonne POV
I'm amazed at what's going on right now, we're laughing and holding hands and when I order more junk food than one person should consume in a month, he tightens his hold on me and orders the same thing.
Rick Grimes has definitely grown on me throughout the course of the evening.
Does this mean when he takes me home, I'm going to just open my legs for him? Not at all, and something tells me he's going to be okay with that. That's what will make this egotistical prick worth it. I've already let him go farther than I should have for some unknown reason. I turn into a puddle of goo when I'm around him and let him get away with way more than he should. Hell, I should have his ass arrested for some of the stuff he's done; I can't explain it, but I want him. I want him as I've never wanted anyone before and I absolutely hate to admit that fact.
"So, what do you want to do now? Arcade?" Rick asks once we've devoured our fried food buffet.
"Sure, how are you at air hockey?"
"Eh, I haven't played in quite some time but I'm willing to give it a go," he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and kissing my temple. The sweetness coming from him makes me nervous, he's been an overly sexual pervert for weeks and now after nine holes of mini-golf, he's suddenly sweet and snuggly – he's up to something.
"Remember, Grimes, fingers off the table. I hit hard and make no apologies," I tell him when the air comes on and the puck starts to hover.
"Aw, you won't kiss them better if you injure my fingers?" he purrs. "You do know you're the one that will lose out if my fingers get hurt." There's my arrogant prick, I knew he was hiding in there somewhere.
"You really can't help it can you?"
"It's just more fun this way," he knocks the puck toward the goal, trying to catch me off guard. Does he discourage me? Hell no, not only do I block his shot, I score on him.
"You're going to regret that Miss McQueen," he sexily winks at me.
Needless to say, I kick his ass in air hockey, then in foosball, a classic bar top Pac-Man game, and my crowning achievement is when I beat him at Ski Ball. The resulting pout is instrumental in me asking my next question.
"How is your pool game?"
"It doesn't matter, apparently you were born inside of a fucking arcade," he rolls his eyes.
"I'm actually terrible at pool, there's a bar near my house with a few pool tables and dartboards. You look like you could use a drink after tonight." I'm such an ass, I grew up with my Dad and a brother…what does he expect? I kick ass at games.
"You have a sneaky look in your eye, I don't believe you, but you're right, I need a drink after trying to keep my hands to myself in front of all these damn kids."
"So, what you're saying is, you're willing to give up and admit defeat without even trying? That's pretty lame; you're not even giving me a chance to gloat!" I say as we're walking back toward his car.
"My fragile ego can only handle so much." I think he's half-serious; the smile on his face looks a little strained. "Shit, after the ass whooping tonight, I may just drop you off at home, maybe go play solitaire on my computer." He reaches me, wraps his arms around my waist and leans in to kiss my lips. "That I know I can win," he finishes in a low, seductive voice then doesn't waste time kissing me again.
"Mmm, and miss the chance to see me bend over the table to take a shot? I doubt that" I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again.
"I could just bend you over your kitchen table; same effect and I'll be able to do what I want without being arrested for indecent exposure." I want to scoff, I really do, but right now I'm not sure how much I would protest.
Instead, I lick his bottom lip and start to run my fingers through his hair, pulling on his curly locks. I'm not surprised or upset when Rick's hands come to rest at the top of my ass, his fingers gently kneading my flesh as his tongue slips through my parted lips. I leave one hand in his hair and trail the other down his arm, to his waist and eventually into his front pocket. Rick is so lost in the kiss he doesn't feel it when I gingerly pull his keys out.
I break the kiss to breathe and look him in the eyes, the glazed over look he has is a huge turn on. "I'm driving," I whisper and give him one last peck before walking away.
"Michonne," he chuckles. "I'm into you- my sexy girl, but that right there is my first car, my little baby. You are not driving The Colt. Not now, not ever and that's final."
"Hey, I'm not some little girly-girl; I started driving as soon as I could reach the pedals. Daddy had me racing by the time I was fifteen, I can drive that car better than you can." I'm a little offended he won't let me drive.
"Would you let me drive your pretty pink Caddy?"
"Hell no! Nobody gets behind the wheel of Katana." The only other person to ever drive her was Daddy when he was still alive.
"I rest my case," he snatches the keys from me and moseys past.
Ugh, what a major dingleberry!
We pull into the parking lot of Abe's, a dive bar a few blocks from my house, Rick cringes when he turns the car off.
"What kind of place is this? Should I wear gloves?" he gives a look of disgust.
"It's a bar, Rick, what does it look like?" I roll my eyes and get out of the car.
The bartender gets to is fairly quickly, I sit in one of the many vacant stools and Rick stands behind me, his chin rests on my shoulder. "Are you going to get drunk so I can take advantage of you?" he kisses my cheek and winks.
"You wish," I snicker and we both start to drink our beer.
"Michonne," his tone suddenly turning serious. "I'm an aggressive jackass, I am used to getting what I want, but you know I would never do anything like that, right? That would be rape and I could never do that to someone."
"What about all that shit that went down in your office?" I need to know what he thinks about that.
"You were a hundred percent willing, Michonne. You and I both know that" he takes another drink and I remind him I said no several times. "Michonne, you said no then kissed me…"
Oh yeah, good point.
"Ready to play?" I nod toward an empty pool table.
His hand drops from the bar to my lap where he begins to rub up and down my thigh. "Baby, I'm always ready to play with you," he kisses my neck this time, then nibbles on my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
Once he releases me, we go to the table, as I'm racking the balls Rick does the standard roll test with a few cue sticks. "They're all warped, how in the hell do you expect me to play like this?"
"Excuses already, Mr. Grimes?"
"No, it's the goddamn truth, these are shitty sticks."
"Just break," I stand behind him and ogle his ass when he leans over to break. Damn, he has a cute ass. And a damn fine break, hell he manages to sink two solid balls. "I guess I'm striped."
"Mmm," he grunts then takes his next shot.
"Well, hmm, I don't know which one to shoot for," I tilt my hip out and stare vacantly at the table.
"Would you like help?" he asks and I give him a big smile and nod.
He knows. I'm not a good enough actress to pretend I suck at pool.
He comes up behind me, clutches my hip with one hand and rubs against me. "The nine will be an easy one for you," he says, his voice low and husky.
Slowly, he pulls my hip back helping me lean over. It doesn't escape me that his cock is rubbing over my ass; he's not super hard, but he's definitely excited. He leans over my body, helps me hold the cue and line up the shot then runs his hands from my hands up my arms, then down to my waist where he grasps me, digging his fingers into my flesh.
I'm pulling back my arm to shoot when I feel his breath on my ear. "Perfect, holding your hips as I drive into you from behind is going to be so amazing." I didn't miss the shot on purpose. He kisses my exposed shoulder then stands up to look for a good shot.
Needless to say, that's exactly how the entire game goes. On each shot, he helps me by telling me about another part of my body he can't wait to hold, touch, taste, ogle… I'm breathing heavily and my panties are pretty much ruined by the time he's lining up the eight ball.
Rick legit kicks my ass in pool, even if he weren't distracting me on every shot I probably still would've lost. I'm done, this man has managed to make me feel every emotion I possess, I want him, I need him. I'm gumbo, horny, excited and scared shitless.
"Rick," I breathe against his neck after he sinks the eight ball. "Take me home."
As long as he continues to play his cards right, I will have sex with him tonight.