Author's Note: By popular demand, I have finally gotten around to posting a sequel to my first "one shot" Icing on the Cake. The first one had a distinct lack of smut so many of my randy readers wanted to see the aftermath of all that finger sucking. If you haven't read Part One, first off, WHY NOT? And secondly, do it so you kinda get the gist of the theme of this story. Thank you Vicki for being the best Beta a girl could ask for. Love you!
This is dedicated to everyone that asked for a sequel and everyone who believes in Caryl. Love you guys and let me know if you liked it!
XOXO Pamela
7. The Icing on the Cake Part Two
"Oof!" Carol grunted as her toes were stepped on yet again. She was being swung around the dance floor by Rick, who probably was an adequate dancer sober, but more than half of a bottle of whiskey turned him into a lumbering elephant and her toes were paying the price. But the goofy grin on his face as he spun her around was well worth the pain. Maggie and Glenn's wedding had been a smashing success and the whole prison group seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.
Carol had felt such pride swelling in her chest as she had presented the wedding cake to the newlywed couple. Maggie had cried tears of joy and even Glenn had gotten misty. Daryl had ribbed the groom, saying it was the closest Carol could get to a chocolate fountain. Everyone had cheered when the sliced the cake and fed it other the first bites. Maggie had smashed a piece in Glenn's face and he got her back by kissing her madly with his messy face until they were both covered in cake and icing. Daryl had caught Carol's eye during that exchange and Carol blushed wildly. She could still feel his mouth, wet and hot around her finger, sucking the buttercream icing off of her it. At that moment, she felt she could have melted into a puddle of erotic goo. It was times like those that she cursed the loss of her vibrator. She desperately needed a release. Her past two encounters with the brooding hunter left her core throbbing and her panties wet.
She was shot back to the present when Rick dipped her low to the ground and she almost hit her head. "Easy, cowboy." She patted Rick on the shoulder so he'd lift her back up. His face was flushed and eyes were bloodshot. She cringed inwardly and reminded herself to leave him a bottle of aspirin by his bed because he was going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow. "We better get you back to the cell. I think you are all funned out."
Rick cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her bottom lip. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have the prettiest blue eyes? We should have sex and make a baby. Then that baby would have blue eyes like ours."
"That's it, we're done here. You are going to bed." Rick's eyes lit up and he licked his lips. "Alone! We are not having sex, Rick. Jesus, I hope you don't remember this tomorrow. It's bad enough I have that image seared into my brain right now." He pouted like a child as she slung his arm over her shoulder so she could help him walk into their cell block. As she dragged him towards his cell, Daryl peeked his head out from his own, doing at double take at the sight of Carol struggling with an inebriated and randy Rick, who was currently purring as he rubbed up against her. "Daryl, can you help me?" She pleaded, "He's getting heavy and a little too handsy."
Daryl narrowed his eyes and quickly made his way over to the two of them. He yanked Rick away from Carol to the other man's protestations and shoved him unceremoniously onto his bunk. He smirked when Rick banged his head on the metal headboard. "Serves you right, you Touchy McFeelalot. I hope you have the mother of all hangovers tomorrow, jackass."
"Oh, leave him be. He just had way too much to drink and I was the first warm body. I knew I should have shoved Michonne his way when he wanted to dance. At least they both would have enjoyed it." She swept back into the room with a bottle of aspirin and some water. She lifted Rick's head up and popped some pills in his mouth, holding up the bottle of water so he could wash them down. Rick took the opportunity to run his hand up Carol's leg and she squealed, pulling away as his hand traveled further north than anyone had in a long time.
Daryl's foot shot out and kicked Rick in the thigh. "What the fuck, Rick? If you weren't three sheets to the wind, I'd beat your ass right here." Rick moaned and rolled over to face the wall, mumbling nonsense. Daryl moved towards Carol. "You alright? Man, was he like that out there in front of everyone? He was heading straight for…"
"Daryl!" Carol put her hand out to stop him. "He wasn't so grabby out in front of everyone." She bit back a devilish grin as she decided to let Daryl know exactly what had been on Rick's hazy mind. "He did, however, say I had beautiful blue eyes and wanted to have sex with me so we could have a pretty blue-eyed baby."
Daryl's entire face turned a deep shade of crimson and he sputtered a string of colorful profanities. "Are you fucking kidding me? Drunk or not, I'm beating his ass tomorrow." He grabbed Carol's hand and pulled her out of the cell and down to his own. It was now dark in the cell block, but the party was still going strong outside. No one else was inside with them and Carol's high heels echoed as they click clacked down the corridor.
He was still holding her hand as they entered his dark cell and he only let go to turn on a lantern. The room was lit with an amber glow. The lighting had a very romantic feel and Daryl made no move to light any of the other lanterns he had scattered around. Carol couldn't help herself as she spoke. "It's pretty romantic in here, care to dance, sir?"
He made a face and plopped down in a chair. "I don't dance. That's why I hightailed it out of there the second the music started." He pulled off his boots and leaned back in the chair. "I ain't opposed to a lap dance, though. Kinda missed out on one during the bachelor party."
Carol was grateful for the shadows in the room since she was certain she was now red from head to toe. Did he mean he wanted her to give him a lap dance? She needed to find out. "There's no music. A man can't get a proper lap dance without some bump and grind music."
"I think you'd do just fine, music or no music. Didn't you tell me the other night you had moves? Can't tease a man like that and not show him what he's been aching to see." He reached out and fingered the sash to her dress. It was a deep blue wrap dress that Maggie had brought her back on a run specifically for the wedding.
Her body was humming at the nearness of him. She knew he had indulged in a shot or two of whiskey but he had left the party early before the real carousing began. The fire in his eyes was not from alcohol. She shivered at the thought that he wanted her to perform such an erotic dance for him. She licked her dry lips as she started to gently sway her hips back and forth. His eyes darkened as he gave her a sultry smile. "You mean, like this?" She asked as he opened his legs so she could stand between him.
His hands shot up to her hips. "Hmmm, yeah, just like that," he husked at her. His hands moved up and down from her hips to her waist, his hands stroking the silky material. He closed his legs around her, just enough room for her to writhe on him. His breathing increased and he started bunching her dress in his grasp.
Her body was on fire where he touched her. She knew he was aroused as her knee brushed against the prominent bulge in his pants every time she bent her legs. She was burning up, she needed to feel him against her bare skin. "Watch me." She commanded as she moved, her hands coming up to cover his as she brushed her lower body against him. He tried to lean forward but she shook her head no. She removed her hands and moved them to her front, rubbing her chest as she danced for him. He groaned and she almost squealed with glee at the sound. This moment was so much better than anything she could have hoped for. She slid her hands down slowly, brushing her nipples, their hard peaks obvious in the thin dress. She reached the bow that held the wrap dress together. "A real lap dancer doesn't do it clothed, right?" She yanked the knot loose and the dress gaped open. All she had on underneath the dress was some of the lingerie the girls had exchanged at the bachelorette party. Carol's set was baby blue, lacy and see through. The dress pooled at her feet and she kicked it away with one heel.
"Fuck." The word was barely out of his mouth before his hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his lap. He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing her jawline. "You're so damn beautiful." His breath ghosted against her skin and she finally touched him with her hands, raking her fingers through his hair. Her mouth hung over his for just a moment before he leaned forward and closed the distance. Their first kiss was sensual, slow and deep. A small whine escaped from her and he smirked against her lips before slipping his tongue inside of her mouth. Their tongues danced lazily against each other.
She was so wet and needed to feel him inside of her. She got down on her knees between his legs as she unbuttoned his shirt. As each button unfastened and hard muscle was revealed, she licked and sucked at his salty skin. He unsnapped her bra and his hands found her nipples, rubbing and tweaking them. She got the shirt all the way unbuttoned and her mouth met the skin right above his waistband. Her chin was brushing his bulge and she wanted to see it, to feel it in her hand, taste it in her mouth. As she moved to undo his belt, her knee hit something under the chair, knocking it over. She stopped and he groaned as she pulled away to reach for the object. She held it up and asked incredulously, "Is this a can of icing?" It was open and someone had obviously been eating it.
"Really? You stopped going down on me to ask me about icing?" He looked almost pained at the thought of her not continuing her journey to his pants. "It's not even buttercream, so calm down. It's cream cheese, my favorite flavor. I went out and busted my ass to get the stuff, might as well reap some rewards."
A wicked idea popped into her head and she nodded knowingly at him. "Yes, I certainly do think you need to be rewarded for all your hard work." Her voice was sultry as she unbuckled his pants and he lifted his hips to help her pull them down and off of him. He was now completely nude, hard and in her face. She dipped her finger into the icing and brought a dab out. She stared him straight in the eyes as she rubbed the icing on the head of his cock. His eyes widened in shock and she gave him no chance to say a word before her lips were wrapped around the tip, sucking and licking the sweetness off, just like he had with her finger. His hips bucked up and more of his length slid into her mouth. She wrapped one hand around him and took it all, running her tongue around it while pumping the shaft with her hand. She switched hands so she could scoop more icing up, spreading it onto his heavy sac. She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth before tonguing her way down to the icing below it. She stroked all of the soft skin with her tongue, taking each one individually in her mouth and sucking hard.
Daryl didn't even make an effort to hold back his lustful moans as Carol tasted all of him. He had one hand tangled in her hair and then other was rubbing his chest methodically. If anyone walked near the cell block they would be able to hear him. Carol wondered if he would end up rousing Rick with his sounds of ecstasy. "Carol, fuck, baby I'm gonna come if you keep that up."
Her eyes shot up to him when he uttered "baby". She stood up and slid off her panties, leaving her as naked and wanting as he was. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bunk, pushing him down so she could straddle him. His cock nestled between her folds and it took everything in her to not impale herself on his cock and ride herself into oblivion. She leaned down and kissed him hard, pouring all of emotions of words she couldn't dare speak aloud into the kiss. She felt him reach over and pick up the icing. He mimicked her earlier actions and spread some on her neck right below her ear. He moved his mouth to the icing, sucking it off of her so hard she was certain he would leave a mark that would be difficult to explain away. She felt more icing being spread on her nipples as he kissed his way to her chest. He went achingly slow as he licked and sucked each rosy peak into his mouth. She couldn't stop herself from sliding his length back and forth between her lips. "Daryl, I want you so much." She lifted herself ever so slightly and grasped him, looking him in the eyes. "Please?" The plea was whispered with longing.
He answered her by grasping her hips and pushing her down onto his cock slowly. Once he was fully sheathed inside her wet heat they stilled, staring at each other while they panted hot breaths on each other. He gave an experimental thrust up into her and she gasped loudly. He chuckled, "You like that, huh?" His hands roamed over her ass as she started to move up and down his hard cock. "Just like that, baby. God, I've wanted this for so long."
Carol bit back happy tears and she pressed her lips to his as she began to ride him harder and harder. Time seemed to stand still except for their two bodies as the moved together. Her legs were wrapped around him, heels still on, as she finally reached her much longed for climax. She threw her head back and screamed as he sped up his thrusts. He grunted loudly as she felt him come deep inside of her. They clung to each other as they came down from their carnal high. He tried to shift away from her and she shook her head. "Not just yet. This feels like a dream and I'm afraid if I move, you'll disappear."
He cupped her face with both hands. "I'm not going anywhere. It's about damn time we did this. I think my hand was going to fall off from all the times I jacked off thinking about being inside you." They both laughed at his brutally honest admission. "I gotta tell you, I'm still inside a beautiful woman who just happens to still be wearing her stilettos after screwing the hell outta me. Life's pretty damn good."
Carol gave him a dazzling smile as she picked up the icing again. She smeared some on his lips then her own. "No, I'd say life's pretty damn sweet," she said before leaning in to share a delicious kiss with her man.