Between the Thorns

Chapter 19

Daryl kept his body, still. His hand was still inside the shirt he wrapped around Jean's body. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch. Like when she stood up and undressed in front of him, her movements were slow and unrushed. Daryl's previous sexual experiences amounted to a string of drunken fumblings in the dark. He never even got much of a look at the bodies of the women he fucked. And certainly never had one just stand in front of him naked and let him stare at her for as long as he cared to.

He watched as Jean stretched her arm out, leaning slightly towards the table and sticking her finger into the frosting on top of one of the cupcakes. She smiled a little when she wiped a small smear of the sweet fluff across her lips. But Daryl still wasn't sure what she was doing until she trailed her hand down and gave her nipples the same treatment that her lips just received. His dick strained against the zipper of his pants as he came to the realization that she was putting the frosting in the places she wanted him to put his mouth.

There was a tiny smear of frosting still left on her finger. Daryl caught Jean by the wrist and brought her finger up to his mouth, parting his lips and sucking. He swirled his tongue around the tip of her finger. Jean closed her eyes and exhaled, a soft little sigh leaving her slightly parted lips. It was not just the sound she made that undid him. It was the look on her face and the way she tilted her chin just slightly up and back, revealing the taut cords of her neck. Daryl put both his hands inside her shirt, his movements slowly becoming more sure and less hesitant. Gripping her by her slim waist, he lowered Jean down onto his lap. She was facing him, her thighs spread as she straddled his hips.

Like he had that morning, he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Daryl shifted his body, adjusting her on his lap so that she was sitting directly on his dick. And then he kissed her. As first kisses go, it was possibly the most memorable one Daryl ever had. Jean was as hungry for his mouth as he was for hers. They devoured each other, kissing until their lips were swollen and every last bit of the frosting Jean smeared across her mouth was gone. Her naked breasts were pressed against his chest and every time Daryl swirled his tongue around hers, she rocked her hips against him. He could feel the moisture seeping through his pants and onto his eager dick. And he was certain that if he hadn't already shot one off in his shorts earlier that day, that it would have already happened.

Jean pulled her head back, gasping for air. Daryl kissed down the line of her neck, keeping one hand behind her back to support her slim body while he massaged her breast with the other hand. He squeezed harder with his hand as he leaned down and flicked his tongue over her nipple. Most of the frosting had long since smeared off onto his chest. But she still tasted of sugar and vanilla. And heaven. He sucked on Jean's nipple until she moaned. Then he rubbed the little hard nub between his fingers as he moved his mouth to her other breast. Her hands were in his hair, tugging gently as she tangled her fingers up in it. And she was doing more than sighing now. Her breath came in ragged pants and between sucking hard breaths she was moaning and calling his name. Begging him to do what she knew he wanted to do and fuck her senseless.

Daryl pulled his head back, releasing her nipple from between his lips with a pop. He lifted her in his arms, heading for the bed. He pulled back the sheets before he set her down, telling her to get underneath them. Negan and whatever other perverts he had working for him could watch and record them all they wanted. Daryl was going to make sure they saw as little as possible. He could get Jean fully naked and fuck her on top of the blankets when they got back to her apartment. When they were actually alone. And not part of whatever weird ass test of loyalty was happening here.

Quickly ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, Daryl lifted the blanket and climbed under it. Jean shifted her body, pressing it as close to his as possible. They found each other's mouths again. And they kissed deeply, running their hands over each other's bodies. She wrapped her hand around the base of his erection, tugging gently. Jean's leg was hiked up over his thigh and she was wiggling her hips, struggling to get him inside her despite the awkward angle.

"How do you want it?," Daryl whispered, his hot breath on her ear. She moaned. Trying to form words right now was like trying to do long division in her head. Jean's insides were throbbing with need. The pull in the bottom of her stomach was so intense she was ready to reach between her own legs just to relieve some of the pressure. She grabbed Daryl's hand, shoving it between her legs. How did she want it? She wanted him in every possible way. She wanted to wrap her legs around Daryl's waist while he pummeled her raw. She wanted to ride him like a mechanical bull at the fair. She wanted him to bend her over and pound her from behind. And she definitely wanted him to shove his giant dick into the tightest part of her and then fuck her until she forgot she ever had another man before him.

"Use your hand first," she said, gasping Daryl shoved two of his thick fingers inside her. "Then I want you to fuck my pussy until I come. Then fuck my ass until I scream." Daryl's eyes widened as he felt her insides start to convulse around his fingers. He wasn't sure what he expected Jean to say. Maybe that she wanted him on top of her or to get on top of him. He sure as shit wasn't expecting her to say some shit like that. She was lucky she was about to get fucked at all, being that she just about made him cream the sheets with her dirty talk.

The moment Daryl felt her spasms start to taper off he felt Jean rolling him onto his back. She slung her leg over, using her hand to guide the tip of his throbbing dick inside her tight wet slit. She braced her hands against Daryl's chest, pushing her hips down. She tried to take too much of him into her at once and hissed in pain. Moving with a little more care, she rocked her hips, wetting his dick and sliding down a little further with each backward movement. Once she was fully seated, Daryl grabbed her hips and thrust upward. She sat up, her long dark hair falling down behind her as she arched her back in pleasure. The blankets fell back off her, revealing their naked bodies. Daryl thought about grabbing them and trying to cover Jean up. But he was too far into his own pleasure to care. She was still wearing his dress shirt. It was falling open in front, her tight pink nipples jutting out. She was sitting all the way up, impaled on his dick. And then she started to move, rocking her hips back and forth. She was grinding her hips against his, her legs spread wide and her knees braced against either side of him. When Daryl felt her start to come he grabbed her and pulled her down, holding her tight against his chest as he bent his knees and pounded into her.

Jean collapsed against his chest for a moment, catching her breath. When her breathing slowed slightly, she lifted her head and pressed her lips against his. Daryl kissed her, grasping her by the back of her neck and plundering her mouth with his tongue. He felt her lift her hips, pulling up high enough that his dick slipped out of her. Daryl thrust upwards, dying to get back inside her where it was warm and wet. He was covered in her slick fluids. It wasn't until she grabbed him and started rubbing the head of his well lubed dick against her tight little back entrance that he remembered what she said when he was fucking her with his fingers. Fuck my ass until I scream. He thrust his hips slightly, pushing the wide head of his dick inside. She gasped and released her hold on him, the nails of her other hand digging into his chest.

Daryl reached between them, grasping his own dick and using his hand to guide it. He held her steady with his hand on her hip. Then he pushed the flared head of his dick inside her ass. Jean cried out. He started to pull back, afraid that he might be hurting her. But she shadowed his movements, sliding her hips back and forcing his dick deeper inside her. Daryl gripped her hips with both hands, moving her body back and forth, each thrust he shoved a little further inside. When his flared head pushed past the tight ring of muscle that was clenching down around him, Jean's moans turned into loud cries. Daryl soon found himself balls deep, his full length inside her tight back entrance. He never felt anything like it in his life. The raw carnality of the act lent its own special flavor to what they were doing. This was not good girl romantic movie making love under the stars type of sex. They were fucking. Hard and dirty. Daryl was trying to move gently but like earlier, but the noises she was making broke through his last bit of self control. He bent his knees and did what she asked him to do. He fucked her ass until she was screaming his name. And when he came, he felt her come again, the spasms so intense that he could feel her ass convulsing around him.

Daryl pulled out of her as gently as he could, nervous that he might have already been too rough with her. Jean seemed so fragile. Like a bird made of glass that would break it you dropped it. Daryl pulled the covers over them, also aware again of the camera in the room and the show they must have just given to whoever was watching them. Jean snuggled into his side, sighing her pleasure. Daryl smiled at the contented sounds coming from her.

"You okay?," he asked. She hummed and wrapped her slim arm around him, hiking her leg over his thigh. Daryl smiled and rubbed his hand gently over her back.

"We should really get up and take a shower," Jean mumbled. "Just let me lay here until I can feel my toes again." Daryl nodded and held her close, still trying to wrap his head around the idea that what just happened between them had actually happened. His mind was already wandering, thinking over all the things he still wanted to do to the woman in his arms. His dick twitched, already starting to harden again. Daryl could only laugh at himself. And at his overeager member. He denied himself for far too long. Afraid of what might happen if he got too close to someone. And now just look at the trouble his dick had gotten him into. He was now entangled with a woman and wrapped up in the worst situation possible. Daryl sighed and scrubbed his face with his hand. None of that was Jean's fault. Or his. Daryl decided he was just going to enjoy the time he had with her. And worry about tomorrow when it came.

"How does it feel?," he asked, his fingers still tracing circles on Jean's back and shoulders.

"What?," she asked, "...getting fucked in the ass?" Daryl snorted out a laugh.

"No," he corrected with a smile. "How does it feel to be Mrs. Dixon?"

At the mention of his last name, Daryl felt Jean's body go stiff. She lifted her head, recoiling slightly away from his body. He remembered she had a similar reaction once before. When he told that fat sweaty man his full name so he could get a job assignment. Daryl knew his name was a little redneckish. But it was easy to spell and pronounce. Which was the most important thing when it came to names. At least in Daryl's opinion.

"Sorry," Jean said, tucking herself back into his side. "It's not you. I just knew someone else with that same last name. Rose's biological father. That guy was the worst kind of asshole."

"His first name wasn't the same as mine was it?," Daryl teased. Jean giggled, rubbing her hand over his chest.

"No, it wasn't," she assured him. "It was Merle."