Caught in the Act

Beth was close. She held onto the old railing that had been stored in the supply closet as Daryl’s thrusts became harder, faster, from behind her, driving her steadily toward release. The tension in side her was tight, and she strove to climax, to reach that sweet moment of satisfaction that only a powerful orgasm could give. Daryl was taking her there, as he always did, in ways that neither Jimmy nor Zach had ever been able to do.

"Oh, God! Daryl!"

She hadn’t meant to cry out. Hell, she wasn’t even certain she had vocalized the thoughts screaming in her head as she gushed over Daryl’s hardened cock as he pumped inside her, struggling to find release for himself now that she’d came. He gripped her hair and drove harder into her. She was coherent enough to feel not only his seed spill hotly into her, but hear the satisfying moan and the guttural curses he muttered when he came.

Suddenly the darkened supply room they’d decided to use for their tryst was illuminated with light as someone flung the door open.

"Beth! Are you okay? Oh my gosh!"

Maggie stood in the door, her face flushed with embarrassment as she realized what she’d interrupted. Being caught by her sister was bad enough, but realizing Maggie wasn’t alone was even worse. Rick, was with her. So was Glenn, Sasha, Bob, and Tyreese. All of them had weapons at the ready to come to Beth’s defense.

She didn’t need defending, at least not from Daryl, but she couldn’t work up enough spit to make her mouth work to say she was all right. She wished she could melt into the floor, and she had the feeling Daryl did too as he’d gone stiff behind her in ways that had nothing to do with his dick.

"Glenn, don’t let Daddy see," Maggie said, breaking the horrible, awkward silence.

"Rick," Daryl said, still inside Beth, holding his coat over her to try to cover her.

"Daryl. Beth," Rick said quickly. Beth didn’t think she’d ever seen someone so horribly embarrassed as Rick was now. He looked up at the ceiling, over at Sasha, down at the floor, and finally at the knife in his hand.

"Well, we’ll leave you to it, then. What have you," Rick finally said, and then shut the door, casting them back into darkness.

"Guess we don’t have to worry about how we’re gonna tell everyone," said Daryl, zipping up his pants once they were alone again.

"Guess not," she said, fixing her clothes. "My advice to you is handle Daddy with care."

"I ain’t sayin’ shit to your Daddy. I don’t think the others will, either. It’s best he doesn’t know."

"Coward," Beth smirked.

"Damn straight," Daryl answered, and then pulled her close for a kiss.