"Pants down," the doctor instructs.
"Try not to jerk me off again." I never thought those words would leave my mouth.
"Sir," Dwight starts.
"How come every time my dick is out, you just happen to show up?"
His face grimaces. "We found a lead on supplies."
Connor walks in. "Negan, do you want the new guard tower at the front or the back?"
This isn't happening. "Anyone else wanna fucking join us?"
"Simon," Connor calls.
Simon walks in with Teddy. "Yeah?"
Teddy's eyes widen.
For Christ's sake. This is how the meeting room was born. Otherwise, it's Negan, I can't wipe my ass fuckery twenty-four fucking seven. Just the other day I was taking a shower and in walks one of my men. I can't ever get any privacy. I don't even jerk off anymore out of fear of looking up and being interrupted.
I got the clear about my dick, except Vin has been pretty distant this last week. I'm sure it's the depression because she can't do fuck all. And she gets the worst migraines. I have to do more than I have to find her glasses.
It starts cutting into my sleep. The mall is loaded with those undead fucks, but there's an optical place in it. I don't ask any of my men to help me because this is a personal vendetta. And after several brushes with death, I finally make it to the optical store. I get a box and fill it with every pair in this store. I'm so fucking excited to get home, I can barely sit still on the drive there. When I get to Sanctuary, I ignore every obligation I can, every one of my men as I speed up the steps. My smirk fades when I see her at the edge of my bed sobbing. "Vin?" I have a seat next to her.
"I'm sorry. It's not like me to feel sorry myself."
"You don't have to. Here." I hand her the box of glasses. "I went to the optical place in the mall. It's gonna be ok."
It doesn't register with her for a second, but then I actually get her full attention."That mall is overrun, Negan."
"I know. I've been spending the last week clearing it in my free time."
"You don't have free time. Is that why you come to bed so late and leave so early?" Her eyes well up at the gesture when I nod. "Negan…"
My eyes… they fucking well up, too.
"These glasses aren't prescription. They're the display ones that anyone can wear so you can choose what frame you like."
My face pales, then my eyes fall closed. "I am such a fucking idiot."
"No, you're not. You don't wear glasses, you wouldn't know these things."
I just… go off the fucking deep end. I drive my fist into one of the wooden posts of my bed. "Goddammit," I yell.
"Negan, it's ok!"
"It's not ok! Don't you see? Oh, no, that's right. You can't. Well, I failed you. Just like all the other times I've fucking failed you, but this is the worst of them all!" I want to keep screaming and yelling, but I just let go of my emotions and sink back to the bed as I start to sob. "I failed you as a man. No wonder Lucille cheated on me. I'm worthless. I can't even get you fucking glasses. I can't fix your eyes. I can't fix us."
Vin presses her lips to my cheek.
Oh my fuck. Is this… is this really fucking… fuck. I've never been so fucking happy for some first base bullshit. Ok, and not even really first base, but I will take anything.
"Did any of those undead you killed have glasses?"
"I think so."
"I'll have more luck with that. And I think getting out of this place and doing something will lift my spirits."
I fidget with my hands some. "Can we just, uh, go tomorrow?"
"Why tomorrow?"
"I just... want to enjoy it. This. Us. Vin?" I take her tiny hand. "I'm going to put this world back together for you, the right way."
"I like the life we've built now."
My eyes sink a bit before they move back to her. "Really? Because I'm fucking miserable," I struggle to get the words out. "If you hadn't have broken your glasses, we'd still be in separate rooms."
"You deserve a bit of misery."
I bow my head because I'm so fucking ashamed of the things I've done to her.
Her small hand wipes my tears away.
My forehead touches against hers. "I'm so fucking sorry, Vin."
"I know," she whispers, "and I forgive you for everything."
"You do!?"
"Yes, Negan. You don't need to carry this weight anymore."
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. It's an embrace that's returned in full. I take in a sharp breath of disbelief, then reclaim her lips forcefully. I'm not good at this type of thing, but I'll be goddamned if I don't give it everything I have. Especially knowing this woman is allowing such an intimate moment that I don't fucking deserve. "Move in with me. Permanently." I'm sick with anticipation because of how opposed she always is to the idea.
"Alright," she smiles.
Fuck. I think I'm going to become pathetic again. "You're mine?"
"Negan," someone calls outside the door.
"Go the fuck away," I bellow. "I don't care if a fucking asteroid is about to wipe out mankind, fuck off. Get the fucking fuck away from the door! Now!"
"I just wanted to say dinner was ready, Jesus," the girl mumbles.
"I mean, fuck. I can't even shit because motherfuckers are always up my ass!"
"That's how you get pink eye," Vin snickers.
"Shut up."
"You must be really constipated from motherfuckers up your ass."
"No, I'm fucking annoyed. Are you mine or not?"
"I like annoying you."
"I know, trust me. What is fucking wrong with me asking to wake up to you every morning?"
"Maybe you got bit in the mall and this is the delirium before the virus takes you."
"No, that already happened back when you agreed to stay with my group. I know that I don't deserve this second chance, but I am goddamn grateful for it. I won't fuck this up, I swear."
"Alright, I'll be yours. Until you shit up again."
"I thought I told you to shut up?"
"Make me."
"Are you twelve?"
"Hopefully, for your sake no."
I grab this woman by the jaw and shut her up. Well, correction, stop her talking because I'm given the faintest whimper against my lips. I pull her in my lap with one swift motion. "Wanna choke me a bit?" I raise my eyebrows up and down.
"Daily." She shifts, scooting closer against me. "Mostly, I'd like to choke you down right now. Thank you for all your hard work."
"It's definitely hard," I grin.
Her hand slips between us and over my arousal. She kisses up my neck as her fingers run along my length.
Fuck, I'm going to ruin these pants, but I don't want to take them off and make her uncomfortable. My leg starts to bounce in anticipation because her touch feels so fucking good. I want to claim this woman as my own.
"All better?" She asks in my ear.
"Yes," I moan. I press my hands flat against the bed behind me, leaning back slightly to watch those inexperienced hands fumble to get my pants unbuttoned.
She scoots off my lap, standing between my legs.
I shift a bit forward towards the edge of the bed, then bring one of my arms back and adjust myself free. It makes me laugh that she squints to see it because of our conversation about her needing glasses to see this lowercase I.
When she gets to her knees, her eyes widen. "Uhh."
"Yep," I smirk proudly.
Her confidence starts to fade. "What if I can't keep you turned on?"
I run my fingers in her hair, then grab a handful of hair and jerk her head back some. My large frame moves in closer until my lips are right over hers. I start to grin at how submissive she is right now because she doesn't move. She doesn't say a fucking smartassed thing. "Don't make me tell you to stop talking again." I release her hair, returning my hands to the bed.
She shyly grabs me by the hilt, then slowly licks up my length. After she does it a second time, that confidence returns and she takes me in her mouth.
A harsh moan escapes through my clenched teeth. My hips start to move because I'm so fucking eager for this woman to choke down as much of me as she can. "Use your hand to make up for the rest. Good girl, just like that." I am not a nice guy in bed. I just can't be. I need to be in control. The dominant one. But, maybe, this woman might bring something else out in me if she keeps teasing my cock like she's doing. I soon realize how little control I have when she goes back to pleasure me with her tongue. Well fucking played, and I'm sure that's punishment for pulling her hair.
Her tongue circles around the tip, then I slide between rouge lips again.
"You little cock tease." I twitch in her mouth. I'm trying to keep my hands off her head so I don't force her down. Especially this first time. But this is the only free pass she's getting. I don't mind some edging, but this is torture.
"Is this too slow?"
"Somehow… I don't think that's a question."
"Maybe you're right." She licks off some of my arousal.
Fuck, it's so goddamn sexy. The way she does it once again like she's waiting for more almost does me in. Or maybe it's the fact that only my cock has been against these lips. Fuck, it's definitely that. Mine. I draw in a deep breath and hold it because I am so fucking close. I'd go get those glasses a hundred times over to feel this again. I bite the inside of my cheek the faster her head starts to move. Just like that. Fuck, don't stop. Don't… My toes curl in my boots as I find my long awaited release. "Fuck," I groan, letting go of the breath I was holding and it feels fucking incredible. I lean back on my elbow out of breath. "Look at you cleaning up the mess you made. You are a good girl."
Her cheeks flush even more before she moves back on the bed.
"You can come sit on my face. Let me return that favor." When she shakes her head no I frown with a pout. "Moving too fast?"
She gives me a nod.
I run my thumb across her cheek. "As slow as you want."
"What if you get bored?"
"I am not getting bored. Trust me. I am a very happy fuck right now."
"I liked the good girl talk."
"Yeah? Why don't you let me see just how wet it got you?"
"How… did you…"
"Know? It's supposed to happen. It means you're turned on." I don't give her much of a choice and swing her legs up on the bed. "Lay back." I reach up and slip her button out of place. Once her zipper is down, I'm not waiting for insecurity to stop me and I strip her pants in one quick motion. My hands trail down the inside of her thighs as I part her legs.
"Negan—"
"Shh." I run my thumb up the center of her panties. Fuck, she's wet. That damp little trail. "Feel good?"
"I don't want my first time to be against your fingers." Her hips shift with a moan.
"You can always come against my mouth instead. Mouth or fingers?"
"Negan—"
I give her a light swat to the rear.
"Mouth!"
"That's what I thought." I circle my thumb slowly because I want to make her squirm a bit. "Yeah?"
"No," she begs, grabbing her panties. "I don't want this. Not like this. I can't see you. I just… I want to wait. And I want my first time to be you inside me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. It's your body. I just thought maybe if I was a little assertive it would help."
"Are you mad?"
"Fuck no."
"Ok," she frowns.
"Do you want me right now instead of foreplay?"
She shakes her head no. "I'm not ready."
"Then we wait."
"What if I'm never ready?"
"Judging by how wet you are, I'm pretty confident you're going to be ready soon."
"I get that feeling a lot around you."
"Yeah? Well, goddamn, that's flattering as fuck. Come here." As she sits up, my lips press to hers. Now I realize the importance of this touchy-feely fuckery. I don't want her to go to bed tonight with her having any doubts she's mine. That's where I fucked up with Lucille. And why none of the others ever worked out. I'd do anything for Vin, and I don't mind it. "Better, baby?"
"Yes," she smiles, even though she told me she doesn't like the name.
I lay back, taking her with me. Making sure this woman's place is on me, against my chest. I don't even care that I'm still halfway out of my pants. Or that my boots are on. "I'm going to find you those glasses, Vin." I've got more riding on those than just her needing them. I need between those legs.
"I am grateful for what you did at the mall."
"Yeah, I got that impression when you were choking down my cock."
She giggles softly. "Goodnight, Negan."
"You can call me Sir in bed," I grin, running my fingers through her messy long hair.
Her legs rub together.
I know it's because she wants my touch, but I'll keep my hands off until she allows it. My other hand runs down the curve of her ass and back up again. It's a spot she doesn't mind me rubbing. "Goddamn, those pants you wear are always so baggy, I didn't realize your ass was this incredible. I can't wait to fuck it."
"One tight hole at a time, please."
"Mind if I jerk it on your ass?"
"No."
"Why don't you sit up and slowly strip off that shirt?" As she starts to sit up, I reach around her and work my hand up and down on myself. "Start with the top button." My own personal striptease. Shit. As she slips the button out of place for her cleavage, I stroke even faster. She's not wearing a bra. "Fuck slow." I let go of myself and grip her shirt, ripping it apart as buttons fly off. "Goddamn!"
She blushes, and covers them since she's not wearing a bra. "They're nothing special."
"Twist around and see how hard my cock is. Then you tell me that bullshit again."
"It's veiny, and twitching."
"Open up." I tug on her shirt.
She lets it fall and pool around her.
My eyes trail her soft skin. She has the smallest freckle under her left breast. I run my fingers over it, brushing against the underside of perfection. I don't fuck women Vin's age. Lucille was ten years older than me. And I've always been with older women. So let's just say, I don't get to see perky tits like this. "Fuck, you're hot."
She moans loudly when I run my fingers against her nipples. "...maybe we can… play more?"
"Yeah? I want you to say it. I want you motherfucking sure now." I pinch her left one.
"I'm sure," she whimpers.
"Touch yourself."
She shifts her hips, parting her legs more. "Like this?" Her fingers circle the arousal on her panties.
"You know that's not what I fucking mean."
Vin swallows hard, then runs her fingers under her panties.
"You watch those movies in the motel I told you not to?"
"No," she breaths.
"No?"
"I thought about your fingers doing what mine are."
"I can't see what they're doing." I'm such a bastard.
"You can peek."
I curl my index finger under the side of her panties and scoot them over. My cock twitches at this perfection before me. "That's it, baby. Show me how you finger yourself."
Her head tilts back as she moans.
"Do you come this way?"
"Yes."
"Yeah? Tell me you want me to give those fingers a break." Fuck, this is unbelievable. My own personal fuck show. "Tell me you're tired of the fantasy. That you want the real thing."
"I want you."
"You're goddamn right you do." I grab her wrist and move her hand to my mouth as I lick each one of her fingers. I know she can only vaguely make it out, but I won't half ass anything because of it. "Come bring those lips to mine." I hold her by the neck when she leans in. "Not those lips."
"It's embarrassing."
"It won't be when you find that sweet release. I wanna hear just how filthy that mouth can get when my tongue sends you over the edge."
She reaches for the headboard, scooting up.
I keep those panties inched over because I can tell she's still not comfortable. That's about to change as I lick up her slick heat.
"Oh!"
I take her by the hips, delving into perfection. Fuck, she tastes so good. I'll be honest. I talk a lot of shit, but I don't know fuck all about eating pussy. Lucille never allowed it. And most women I've been with were just a quick fuck. At least Vin can't tell the difference. There's just this one small spot that I know thrusts her hips harder against my mouth.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!"
My hands move up her slim waist, over her tits as I'm given another moan. I want to fuck her so bad. Her face down against the sheets as I bury my cock from behind. I give her a sharp smack on the rear as she scoots away from my face. "That's for teasing my cock earlier." I rub the sting away, then bring her back.
She moans when I tongue her little clit as it sends her over the edge. "Negan!"
There is no sweeter sound than that, and it belongs to me. Especially, as she squirms all over my face until her hips still.
Vin looks down at me out of breath.
She's made a fucking mess when I wipe my chin.
"That was…"
"I know. Everyone in this factory does. Come lay back down. I still have plans for that ass." More like collapse on me. I take some of her hair in my hand, turning her head a bit so she's looking over her shoulder.
"Do you want me to—"
"Quiet. Watch." I reach between her legs and run my fingers along her innocence, then use her arousal on my length. "Fuck," I moan, working my hand faster on myself. I've never been this turned on, and this is just some kinky foreplay. "Yeah, fuck, I'm gonna come." I tug down some of the fabric of her panties and shoot all over her ass and lower back. "Fuck, fuck!" A tiny whimper from her makes me shoot once more. "Goddamn, that was so fucking good. I fucking love you so much. I'm fucking putty in your hands for you, and I can't believe I'm saying that, but we're never more truthful than right after we fire one off." I reach for her shirt to clean her up. "It's time to retire this shirt. Get you something a little more fitting to those perky tits, and your sneaky hot ass." I move her panties back in place. "Are you ok?"
"Yes. I'm very satisfied."
So am I. Fuck! "You can sit on my face whenever you want."
"We're not going to find glasses that way."
"But we learned I can go twice in one night, which is very good for you too."
"I have a lot to learn."
And, fuck, will I teach the fuck outta her… goddamn!