Hotel Key

Chapter 3

"You could at least fuckin' apologize," Merle said, not loosening his grasp on her wrists. His voice hitched just a little on the last word. RickyJo felt her anger release from her body like a balloon being popped. Even this small show of emotion was practically unheard of from the man in front of her. And she realized in that moment that she didn't just wound his pride, like she assumed. Merle's feelings were actually hurt.

"I'm sorry," RickyJo said, her bottom lip quivering. Merle immediately released her wrists. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "I really mean it," she gushed. "...I'm sorry I'm so fucked up." She guessed that was all the apology Merle wanted, because he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. When she felt the heated pull in the bottom of her stomach, RickyJo remembered exactly why she ditched him without explanation n the first place. She wanted him. Sexually. The feeling was unfamiliar to her. Almost frightening. Especially considering the massive tornado mess it would make out of both of their lives if she gave in to her animalistic desires. RickyJo took one more long slow breath in, savoring the manly smell of him. Merle smelled like soap. But under that there was cigar smoke and leather and tequila and it made her want to run her tongue up the cords of his neck and see if he tasted as good as he smelled. But instead, she let her breath out and started backing up. His arms were locked around her waist and she gripped his forearms, trying to loosen his hold.

"Oh no ya don't," he drawled. "Yer not runnin' this time." Instead of releasing her, Merle moved his hands down and grabbed her ass through the silky fabric of her robe. Pulling her hips flush against his, he ground his erection into her stomach.

"This isn't funny," RickyJo told him as she tried to pry his hands off her ass. "Let go! Merle, knock it off!" He removed one hand, bringing it up and twining it into her hair. Grasping her more gently than she expected, he held her head steady and forced her to make eye contact with him.

"I'm not tryin' ta be funny," he said. "This ain't a damn joke. I'm in fuckin' love with ya." RickyJo's eyes widened. She swore his voice had suddenly dropped at least two octaves. Her nipples were painfully hard. And she could feel the heat pounding between her legs.

"Yer drunk," she countered. "...This is a terrible idea."

Keeping a grip on her hair, Merle pressed his lips down on hers. He kissed her long and deep and he didn't stop until she was breathless and her arms had crept back up around his neck. Her skin was flushed under her summer tan and her breasts were heaving as she gasped for breath. He lowered his hand, reaching under the short hem of her robe. Sliding his hand between her legs, he inserted the tip of one thick finger into her from behind. She bucked her hips against him, her hands fisting into the fabric of his shirt. He slid his finger in deeper, groaning when he felt her walls tighten around him. He whispered into her ear, letting his breath ghost over her sensitive skin as he began to slide his finger in and out of her wet slit.

"Tell me you want me," he instructed. "Say it." RickyJo whimpered into his neck. And for a moment Merle thought there was still a chance that he was going to get a knee straight to his balls. But then her hand snaked in between their bodies. She flattened her palm, rubbing his dick through his jeans. "Say it," he ordered, adding a second finger to the first and forcing them both inside her as deep as the angle of his hand would allow. There was a moment where all he could hear was his own ragged breathing. But then she whispered back.

"I want you," RickyJo admitted with a soft sigh. With her words, she was fairly certain her self respect just went straight out the window. Along with what was left of her common sense. Merle removed his hand from between her legs and started walking her backwards towards her bed. She grabbed for the bottle of tequila, intending to move it out of the way so it wouldn't be under her when she leaned back. But once the bottle was in her hand, she twisted the top off and took a few hard swallows. Merle laughed as he snatched the bottle from her hands and followed her example. He pushed her down, so she was lying back on the bed with her legs still dangling down on either side of his hips. Reaching down, he untied her robe and pushed it open. Then he tipped the bottle up, dribbling tequila between her breasts. RickyJo laughed as he tossed the bottle away, hoping the cap was on when she heard it clunk against her carpet.

Merle leaned down, kissing his way up between her breasts. He licked and sucked the liquor off her skin. She arched her back, her fingers gripping his shoulders. She closed her eyes as he massaged her full breasts. She could feel him pinching and pulling one of her nipples into a hard point as he sucked the other one into his mouth. Her legs came up, wrapping around his waist. She ground her hot center against him, desperate for some friction against her clit. Letting her hard nipple slide from between his lips, He kissed his way down her stomach.

Merle adjusted her legs, letting them rest on his shoulders as he knelt on the floor in front of her. He usually wasn't much for eating pussy. But this was different. This was RickyJo. And he had been fantasizing about the taste of her for years. And he wasn't just trying to fuck her this one time. He was trying to lock her down. Make her his. He wanted to make damn sure she enjoyed herself.

RickyJo put her hands above her head, gripping the blankets. Her eyes were closed and she was teetering on the edge of what felt like it was about to be a toe curling orgasm. She felt his breath first. Then his fingers. He pressed his thumb against her, pulling back the gentle fold of skin to reveal her swollen clit. Merle pushed inside her with his other hand, curling his two fingers and applying pressure against her front wall. RickyJo gasped, surprised that a man was so familiar with the workings of her body and how to best please her. When he flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit, she came. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, the pleasure rocketing through every inch of her body. And just as she expected, even her toes curled up. Merle was buried deep inside her before she even realized he was up off the ground with his pants unzipped. She cried out as her insides stretched to accommodate his girth. When she slept with him, Daryl had been very concerned that he might be hurting her. But RickyJo found that was not the case with the elder of the two brothers. Her soft cries only made Merle fuck her harder and faster. She could feel her breasts jiggling and bouncing with the force of his thrusts. He was coaxing wave after wave of pleasure out of her. And when he came, she came with him, her eyes watering with the force of her orgasm.

Merle pushed into her once more with a groan before he pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to her. RickyJo lay with her body stiff, unsure of what to do as her breathing and heart rate slowly returned to normal. Normally she would cuddle up with her lover. But she wasn't sure if that type of physical affection would be welcome. She heard Merle complain about Jessica enough times to know that he didn't like women who were clingy after sex.

"Come 'ere," Merle grumbled, wrapping his arm around RickyJo and pulling her close. She hummed her approval of this as she snuggled closer. He really smelled amazing. She had no idea how that fact had escaped her for so many years.

"Now you kin tell me…," he whispered, stroking his hand over her back.

"Tell ya what?," RickyJo asked. She might have just had her brains fucked out. But she still had enough sense left to remember that Merle told her he loved her before he buried his face in her pussy. She assumed now that he made her come, he was expecting to hear a response to his declaration.

"Tell me what a better fuck I am than Darylina!," Merle announced with a laugh. RickyJo jerked upright, scooting away from Merle as she stared at him with absolute disgust.

"That's not funny," she warned. Merle took one look at her face and exploded in drunken laughter. Later, he would look back on the situation and realize that this was not his finest moment. But at the time, RickyJo's irritation with him was hilarious. After all, she was the one that fucked both him and Daryl. No one made her do that shit. The more he thought about it, the funnier it was.

"Get the fuck out of here," RickyJo hollered, pulling her robe shut. "Yer a disgusting fuckin' pig!"

"Come on RickyJo," Merle groused, "...I was just kiddin' with ya." Since her irritation was clearly turning to anger at his continued presence, Merle got up off the bed and zipped up his pants. "Ya don't have ta get all bitchy," he added, "...was just a damn joke."

RickyJo didn't respond. She just darted around the other side of the bed and grabbed the tequila bottle off the floor. Merle knew he was fucked when he saw how fast she was moving. She was clearly fueled by anger. And when she got going, RickyJo had a temper that even rivaled his. He got his arm up just in time to block the bottle as it sailed towards his head. She threw it hard. But thankfully, it didn't break. Merle backed out of her bedroom and kept going, heading down the hall towards the living room. RickyJo was coming after him, throwing everything and anything she could get her hands on in his direction. She was also screaming and cursing at him.

"Calm down," Merle suggested, ducking to block a set of car keys that she hurled towards his head. She threw a vase next, shattering it against the wall behind him. While she groped for another missile, Merle darted forwards and grabbed her arms. "I'm fuckin' sorry okay," he offered, hoping that an apology might deescalate the situation. But it was far too late for that. RickyJo ripped her arm out of his grip and slapped him hard across his face.

"Get yer fuckin' hands off me!," she screamed. Merle was debating between turning her loose and making a run for it, or holding on until she calmed down. Before he could decide, he felt himself roughly yanked backwards. He lost his grip on RickyJo and the next thing he knew the cheap carpet in the hall near the elevator was flying at his face. He landed hard on the floor, rolling over just in time to see Daryl slamming the apartment door shut in his face.