AN: Well, things are about to get smutty y'all. Lots and lots of smutty from here on out pretty much, LOL. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.
Chapter 15
"Hmm," Daryl breathed, slipping his hand from her cheek, down to her neck. "Did you want me to call someone?" he asked, starting to slowly rub his thumb in circles over her pulse point. Carol knew her heart was hammering and he would feel the strong, rapid beat at her jugular. "I've got a few single friends in the city who would be more than happy to take care of your needs."
"What kind of game are you playing Dixon?" she asked. "You want me to say it? You want me to admit it's you I want?"
He leaned in and brushed his nose along the curve of her chin. Carol shivered. "You think you can handle me?" he asked, his warm breath tickling her ear.
She snorted. "Oh I know I can. It's you I'm worried about," she teased, nipping at his ear lobe. Truth was, he was likely way crazier and way more of a freak in bed than she was. But once again, it sounded like a competition and she was damned if she was going to let him win. On the other hand, if he did win… it only meant she was going to get some crazy, hot sex out of the deal. It was win win for her, really.
"I love a challenge," he growled, before covering her mouth with his. Carol snaked her arms around him and grabbed his ass. It was firm, just like she'd expected. She pulled him against her, enjoying the feel of his firm body.
Daryl's kiss was fucking hot and was creating a stirring inside her that was strengthening faster than she'd ever felt herself build before. He alternated between deep, intense kissing, stroking and sucking her tongue, and gentle soft kissing, even moving away from her mouth and placing sweet pecks on her face. He also got kinky once in a while, biting or sucking on her lip and those moments made her want to throw him to the floor immediately and ride him hard.
"So wait," he said, pulling back and smirking. Here it comes, Carol thought. "You said I'm the one you wanted… so why were you out with that dude tonight?" He started to unbutton her shirt while they talked and she appreciated the fact that he wasn't wasting precious time.
Carol sighed, partly because his fingers were brushing her bare skin and it was tantalizing, but also because she was about to admit something she hadn't intended on admitting. "Because I figured if I got fucked… maybe I would quit thinking about fucking you."
Daryl undid the last button and yanked the shirt open wide, exposing her body and the new bra. "You'll never stop thinking about me," he replied cockily. "Especially not after tonight." He moved a hand from her shoulder down over the swell of her breast, grazing the silk and lace of the bra and then let it trail down over her belly. His touch left tingles on her skin and a burning desire for more.
Carol reached out and grabbed him, sticking her hand in the front of his pants. She could feel the tip of his dick and her body reacted with a rush. "Let's get to that, shall we?" She gave a little tug and he stepped forward. "Your room or mine?"
"We'll start in yours," he said, touching her neck and then leaning in to kiss it. "There's something I want in there." Carol knew exactly what he was referring to and she had to shift and squeeze her legs to quell the ache. "But unless you have rubbers we can finish up in my room." She didn't reply, just gave him one more tug before slipping her hand out and turned to head down the hall to her room. Daryl groaned as he followed her, "Fuck, I can't wait to see those panties."
Carol laughed. "If I wasn't so God damn horny right now I would make you earn it." She shoved open the door and spun to attack his lips the second they were both inside. Daryl was an amazing kisser, but so was she and this time she ran the show. When he moaned into her mouth and responded eagerly it only encouraged her more. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and Carol let it slip off her arms to the floor. But when he went to reach for her pants she drew back and bit his lip. "Maybe I will make you work for it," she replied, her eyes sparkling with an evil glint.
Daryl licked his lip where she bit him. "I think your drew blood," he replied with a pout. "I was gonna warn you that I'm a biter… but, fuck, it's game on." Carol met his stare and realized how alike they were in some respects. Their competitive spirit was alive and she knew it was going to be one hell of a game.
She reached out and undid the top button on his shirt, then ran her hands down his chest, enjoying the feel of his body. When she got to the bottom she grabbed it and tugged the sweater up over his head, standing on her tiptoes to get it off. "No shirt for me, no shirt for you," she said, giving him a demure look. "We're gonna keep things even."
"Well in that case," Daryl replied, reaching around her body and flicking the clasp of her bra. "My nipples are showing." She felt the bra release and watched as he pulled it away and freed her boobs. The cool air washed over her and that, mixed with the fact that she knew he was staring at her tits with lust filled eyes, made her nipples grow stiff instantly. He reached out and touched one, with a single fingertip, just a light graze. Carol felt her body quiver and watched the nipple pucker even more.
That one touch ignited something in him and the next thing she knew he was firmly latched to one breast and had the other in his hand. There was a wild and crazy fury to the way he was desperately sucking her and it only made her crave him more. Was it just sex he wanted? Or was it her? She only allowed herself to wonder for a second and promised not to let the thought interrupt their encounter again. The truth was, she had no idea of the answer for him... Or for herself. But she did know the sex was going to be incredible. And she couldn't focus past that anyway.
When he finally released her and moved for her pants again Carol allowed it. Once they hit the floor and she stepped out it was only the panties left. "Even better than I imagined when I jerked off last night," Daryl groaned. There was something about knowing he'd been thinking of her while he masturbated that turned the ache at her core to almost a throbbing sensation. He stepped back slightly to get a better look. There was no need to be self conscious. Carol knew the undies looked amazing and if she didn't... The look of wild desire on his face was enough to convince her.
He walked around behind her and groaned. "God you have such a sweet ass." Daryl grabbed it, his hands squeezing, touching material and bare skin. He spun her towards the bed and bent her over, then trailed his hands down the crack of her ass to where the material disappeared between her cheeks, and even farther, to where it reappeared but was incredibly damp. "Fuck, you're soaking wet," he moaned. She gasped when he slipped a finger under the material, right into her slick, delicate folds. She couldn't help but push back against his hand, urging him deeper. "You like that," he said huskily, working a second finger in and pushing inside her.
"Oh God yeah," she sighed, hoping he would start moving. But he didn't, he pulled his hand out. Fucking tease, she thought with a pout. She heard a zipper and realized he was taking his pants off. She waited impatiently until she felt something hard rubbing against her ass. He still had his underwear on, but Daryl was rubbing himself against her. Just feeling how ready he was and the memory of his fingers up inside her made her pussy practically gush.
Suddenly he stopped, and pulled her to her feet, then turned her around and eased her back onto the bed. Carol couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his underwear. She wanted to see him, so bad. All of him. Not just see him, but touch him. She wanted to stroke him and suck him and make Daryl weak in the knees. She wanted to see a look of bliss on his face and know that she'd put it there. But he had different plans. He quickly tugged off her panties and shoved her legs apart. Yes, yes, yes, Carol screamed, forgetting all about what she wanted to do to him.
Then the strangest thing happened. He paused and looked at her, then spoke gently, "I want to lick your pussy."
Was he… asking… for permission? She wanted to reply with a teasing comment, something sarcastic hinting at the fact it was crazy for him to even ask if she wanted his tongue in her, but he looked so genuine. It was almost… chivalrous. It completely threw her off. But it also made him… somehow… even sexier. She made a mental note to ask him about it later, afterwards, and bit back the comment. Carol nodded and took a deep breath as he lowered his head.
The warmth of his breath on it's own, even before he actually licked her was enough to leave her grasping the bed sheets. She gasped with the first sweep of his tongue over her slit and whimpered as he delved deeper. Carol usually hated it when she did that, it felt like such an admission of weakness and a loss of control, but this time she was quite willing to relinquish all control. She would give it all to him and let Daryl do whatever he wanted to do. Not only was she confident that he knew exactly what he was doing, but more importantly she trusted him completely.
He explored her slowly and delicately, making her want to squirm and beg. But Carol forced herself to lie there, her eyes closed, and simply focus on the pleasure he was giving her. She committed the feelings to memory - the way his tongue could morph from strong to gentle in an instant, the tickle of his facial scruff, the heat of his breath and the confidence he displayed with each movement.
Daryl hadn't actually touched her clit yet, but he was working closer and closer. She was dying to shift her body and get that tongue exactly where she wanted it, but once again she forced herself to stay still for the time being. Just when he got close once again Daryl stopped, lifted his head and moved to her mouth. As he kissed her he lay his hand flat between her legs, just as a little reminder of his touch. He didn't rub her or move it at all, just simply left it there while he explored her mouth with the same tongue he'd just shoved deep into her pussy.
The taste threw her at first, but soon Daryl had her craving more, sucking his tongue and hoping he wouldn't stop. But eventually he did stop. "Where is it?" he asked, giving her a sexy smile.
"Second drawer, right hand side," Carol replied, with a sigh as a wave of anticipation rippled through her. What was he going to do with it? She wondered. The possibilities were endless and she couldn't wait to find out.
He returned with the vibrator, turning the toy on. The sound made her shiver with desire. He moved back into position, with his face between her legs and picked up where he'd left off and immediately she was on the edge, grasping the sheets once again. As he worked his way towards her clit once again he added the bullet into the mix, rubbing it over her folds and teasing her opening several times before finally slipping it inside her. Carol bit back the urge to scream but couldn't hold in the little squeal of desire. It bordered on a whimper again but she really didn't give a fuck. Whatever he was doing felt too good to think about anything else. The vibrations inside her were so erotic and his tongue flicking her clit was... like being in the most perfect possible moment of euphoria.
She was getting closer and closer with every lick, and every movement as he worked the toy around inside her, slipping it out some and pushing it back in. Carol wanted to thrash and writhe with ecstasy because it felt so good, but her body was frozen in place, the only thing changing was the fire intensifying and every muscle in her body starting to clench.
Daryl started to suck lightly on her clit and as he did he slipped the vibrator out and moved it lower. Carol gasped as the vibrations tickled her anus. Her whole body shuddered involuntarily and she was shocked by how much she wanted it. Daryl lifted his head. "You like that don't you?" he teased. "I knew you were a naughty girl."
Her eyes flashed and she grabbed his head, moving his face back between her legs. She was in no mood for teasing. He'd pushed her that far and he needed to finish her off. "Don't fucking stop," she growled, crying out as he found her again and sucked hard.
As much as she wanted it, she couldn't bring herself to verbally encourage him to shove the toy inside her. He continued to tease the area, adding just a little pressure, but not actually penetrating. It was enough. Carol couldn't hold on anymore. She couldn't wait it out to see if he'd give her what she wanted. He started to flick his tongue quickly over her clit and she was done. She cried out again and her body shook hard as the orgasm rocked her. She squeezed her eyes tighter and saw the darkness explode with flicks of white lightning, bright and strong at first as the waves of pleasure rippled through her body, then slowly starting to fade as it passed. Daryl gave her one more lick and she squirmed, shoving him away. It was too sensitive right after.
She felt his hands stroking her body and enjoyed him touching her arms and legs, stomach and even her boobs. Anything but there was okay. She didn't hear the vibrator anymore and realized he'd turned it off.
Carol was exhausted. Her body felt limp and spent from the build and the intensity of her orgasm. When she opened her eyes and yawned Daryl was smiling at her. "Oh no," he shook his head. "Wake up Princess, we're just getting started."
"Hmm, I'm good," she said, trying to hide a second yawn as he smirked at her. "I'm good… just give me… 2 minutes." She was always tired after she came, but it generally wore off fast.
Daryl shoved his arms underneath her and scooped her up. "How 'bout 15 seconds?" he asked, carrying her out the door and down the hall to his room. Turned out 15 seconds was just about right. By the time he flopped her onto the bed Carol was wide awake and ready to finally see every inch of him. She scrambled to the edge of the bed and reached for him. She bit her lip and slipped a finger in his waistband. She pulled it out and took her first peek. Yeah, 15 seconds was definitely good enough because she was ready to go.
Carol released the elastic gently and looked at Daryl, blinking innocently. She knew the look on her face didn't match the tone of her voice as she commanded him, "Take them off. Now."
