Naked
"Shit fuck." Beth gasped and turned around. Her eyes widened and a blush colored her cheeks as she quickly turned back around. Daryl was naked, in the showers. She was naked in the showers.
"I'm so sorry," she muttered, trying to melt into the floor. This was so embarrassing. He didn't say anything; he just walked around to the other side. They bathed in awkward silence. When she'd finished she didn't know what to do. Should she tell him she was leaving? Should she just go and hope he didn't look at her ass? She ran a hand through her hair and huffed. She decided just leaving was the best. She quickly walked from the showers and found her way back to where she'd left her clothes. She quickly pulled them on and headed back to her cell.
Two weeks. Two fucking weeks since he'd accidentally walked in on her in the shower and things had been strained and awkward between them. They avoided each other at all costs. But damn it, every time he looked at her all he could see was slick, naked flesh, soft curves and a giving body. He couldn't be around her because all he wanted to do was throw her against the wall and fuck her, and he wasn't going to be loving about it.
He was on his way back from the tombs when he ran into her. She was alone in the hallway, just pacing. She looked up at him when she heard him approaching. She blushed beet red and looked away. "What are you doing down here?" he asked, standing in front of her, trying to keep his dick from getting hard.
"I just needed to get away; Maggie keeps nagging me, asking me why I broke up with Zach."
That was news to him. He hadn't realized she'd broken up with Zach. "Why did you break up with him?" He didn't want to cross his fingers, but he was hopeful he would like her answer.
She blushed deeper and looked at him sideways before looking away again. "I uhm…I sort of like someone else. It wasn't fair to Zach."
He nodded his head slowly. Fuck, the way she was biting her lip, nervously looking around, his dick was straining against his jeans. He didn't think, couldn't with all of the blood in the lower half of his body. He grabbed her and pushed her against one of the cell walls. He pinned her arms above her head by the wrists. She gasped and looked up at him. He grabbed the bar between her legs and pushed up, causing her to sit on his forearm as he kept her pinned. He looked into her eyes, looking for any signs of fear. There wasn't any, just raw hunger. He smirked and sealed his lips over hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth as his dick swelled even more in his jeans.
She moaned into his mouth, her hips rocking against his arm. He growled and put her back on her feet. "Get your fucking pants off," he rasped out. She didn't waste any time, she was naked from the waist down in three seconds flat. Daryl pulled his cock from his pants and grabbed her around the waist. "Grab onto the cell and wrap those fuckin' sexy legs around me." Her eyes rolled as she nodded her head, doing what he said as he lifted her.
He pushed into her body and growled. She was better than he'd imagined, all soft and wet, willing flesh. She let her head fall back on her neck as her legs squeezed his hips. "You better fuckin' hold on," he told her before he started thrusting into her with a brutal pace. He'd been dreaming about doing this for too damn long. "Fuckin' perfect," he growled out.
She moaned loudly and slowly brought her head back up, looking him in the eyes as he fucked her. "Fuck, Daryl," she gasped out. "So good."
He smirked and dug his fingers tighter into the flesh of her ass. "You like my dick?" he rasped out, grinding his hips in a slow circle before slamming into her again.
"Better than I dreamed," she admitted.
"Fuckin' dirty." He slapped her ass and nearly blacked out. Her pussy clamped down on him so hard as that spanking sent her screaming over the edge, her orgasm shocking both of them and pulling his own from him. His legs were shaky as he rested against her, pressing her against the cell. "Holy fuck," he breathed out.
Beth whimpered as he slowly pulled his softening cock from her and eased her onto her feet. When he pulled away she fell back against the cell, her legs too weak and numb to keep her standing. He wasn't going to lie, he was pleased with himself. He fixed his clothes, helped her back into hers before he picked her up and headed back to their cell block. She nuzzled his neck. "You're mine now," she told him. "No one else can have you, ever."
He smirked. So she was possessive too? He was just winning today, wasn't he? He nodded his head, grabbing her ass as he walked into the kitchen area. "You're mine too." They both knew that was as close to an 'I love you' as they were going to get.