The Shot

Liquid Courage Outtake

Daryl's phone was his pride and joy some days. Beth laughed at him when he bought it off Oscar because he had never shown any interest in technology before. He knew she was right, but there was one thing he wanted to do that would require him to get with the program and move forward on the phone front.

He wanted the camera feature—the video ability.

It had been a long time ago that he had whispered to her in the dark that he wanted to take pictures of her, record them messing around, and Beth hadn't said no. Still, it was just mentioned once and never again. He thought about it a lot, though.

So, when Oscar offered him his used iPhone for cheap, he snatched it up and learned all about it. Most of the time he used it for the regular stuff like making a call or texting. He had some games he downloaded onto it for when he was bored, but his video collection filled up a good portion of its memory. As soon as he made the first one, he had downloaded an app that let him keep his videos locked away and private.

He leaned back against the pillows and unlocked the phone, shifting the screen over a page until his video hider was visible. Daryl missed Beth a whole fucking lot, and if it wasn't for the extra money he was going to get from going to Charleston and picking up this car for the shop, he would be home with her. Maybe making another video.

Money was tight, and between stressing over it and adjusting to having a new baby, things seemed a little tense.

Daryl shook his head, pushing that away. He had a long day of driving, he had called Beth, but she was so worn out that she was falling asleep on the phone. He might have been an asshole sometimes, but he wasn't about to make her waste precious sleeping time just to talk with him while he got off.

Without a second thought, he lifted his hips and tugged his sweatpants down to mid-thigh then tapped the play button on one of his favorites.

She was on her hands and knees, and he was kneeling behind her, palming her left ass cheek and spreading her open.

"Little wider." His voice was deep and sounded like he chained smoked for thirty years, which he practically had.

He always thought what they had was somehow wrong because of who he was and who she was, but he had to admit to himself that watching them now, it somehow made him harder. He knew how her soft skin felt under his calloused palm, and how sometimes there would be oil marks on her thighs from when he came in but didn't clean up good enough after work.

Daryl's eyes locked on the video as Beth scooted her knees wider and his hand made contact with her pussy. She groaned and dropped her head to the bed, her blonde hair cover her face completely, allowing him a whole body shot.

That was rule number one for them: No faces.

His phone could get lost or stolen, and the last thing he wanted was for her to end up on porn site.

The video changed angles and was pointed down at her pussy now. His fingers slowly pressing in and out. Daryl reached down and took his cock in his hand, squeezing it just a little to relieve some of the pressure. He wasn't about to start jerking it yet. The good shit hadn't even happened yet.

He watched as the video progressed. His fingers covered in a shiny coating of wetness, Beth's breathy moans as he started curling his fingers inside of her.

"I wanna lick your pussy," he said and Beth bucked back against his hand hard.

"Put down the phone and do it," she demanded.

"Nah," he said quietly. "This is gonna be a good one."

Beth whined and wiggled down on his hand. All at once, he pulled his fingers away and sat back up.

Daryl groaned on the bed at the video and her swollen, wet sex. He shifted again and this time, he started moving his hand up and down, twisting his fist a little around the head of his dick.

He closed his eyes against the pleasure for a split second and imagined it was Beth in the room with him. He could hear her moaning now and knew that the him in the video had finally pushed inside her. He kept his eyes closed and sat the phone beside him on the bed before he spit in his hand went back to stroking himself.

"Daryl," she gasped

The slapping of his skin on hers, the way his grunts turned damn near animalistic as he got closer and closer to coming. He imagined grabbing her hair and yanking her back, pushing her hair away from her face and looking into her eyes.

That was the downside to the videos. It was all body parts in motion, and it got him started, but usually it played as a soundtrack to his own imagination because there was nothing better than see Beth's face when she came, and none of the videos had that.

In his mind, his lips barely met hers, and he whispered against them, "Feel good, girl?"

She hummed, and he let go, forcing her down on the bed again. This time crushing his body against hers, laying her flat on her stomach, while he kept pressing into her. This way was tighter, and as she started to clench around his dick, he brought his mouth over her shoulder, sucking hard and nipping the skin there.

Her voice from the video broke through his vision. "Harder," she moaned. "Just a little harder."

The grunt that escaped his lips matched the one of the video, and his hips started lifting up to meet his hand. "Just like that," he mumbled and licked his lips, imagining her hands grasping the sheets of their bed and his hands covering hers.

All of him covering her.

The high-pitched moan made his balls tense up, and he knew what was coming next so he opened his eyes and grabbed the phone, blinking twice to focus on the screen.

Beth was still on all fours and the camera was pointed at his dick fucking her pussy fast and hard. His hand moved to match the rhythm on the screen, and he was getting so fucking close.

It started in her shoulders, and he watched as he body locked down as the breath got taken from her lungs, and she reached back and grabbed his free hand on her hip. Her ring glinted a little and that made him tense up, just waiting to blow.

She cursed and pushed her hips back against him twice with such force he had to shift his knees to get his balance then she dropped to her elbows and cried out against the bed.

Daryl's hand was moving fast now, his breath coming in pants, and he was so close. He was just waiting for this one little shot.

The video him gasped and stilled then pulled away just as fast, settling the frame on her pussy. The moment his cum started sliding out of her body and covering her wet lips, he lost it. He stilled and came in spurts over his stomach and some even got up on his chest.

"Fuck," he muttered and tried to catch his breath.

"God, that's fuckin' good," he had mumbled on the video, and he agreed with his video self.

The video ended right after that.

Daryl pushed his pants off and went to the bathroom so he could clean himself off then went back to the bed to go to sleep. He had to get up early and start the drive home, carrying that classic car on the back of a trailer.

It made him so damn nervous, but at the moment, he couldn't care less about the car or driving down the interstate hauling it. He was warm and his body wasn't tense anymore. Sleep came so damn easy after a night with Beth. Even one like he had just had.