The Love Club - Pt 3 - Daryl and Sasha

Daryl Dixon didn’t know who was behind the note that had been left on his bunk but he was pretty sure it had to be a joke. Love Club? That was the dumbest fucking thin he’d ever heard of. He was going to dismiss it until he saw Glenn nervously burning a note. Daryl had followed Glenn and was shocked to see him drop his name into the red box at the warden’s office.

So the so-called Love Club was real and Glenn was gonna participate. What about Maggie? Did she know? Did she plan to participate too or was Glenn doing this behind her back?

Daryl had been prepared to dismiss the whole thing, to not participate, until he’d followed Rick to one of the offices in the administrative building and heard him banging someone inside. He’d recognize the girl’s voice anywhere--it had been Beth Greene. Sweet little Beth Green had moaned like a whore while Rick put it to her and Daryl had felt himself harden at the sound of her cries mingled with Rick’s grunts. He’d immediately dropped his name in the red box after that.

It was only the memory of Beth’s moans and cries that helped Daryl stay steady now. Ever since the world had gone to hell--hell for everyone else, at least, because it had always been hell for him--Daryl had satisfied his sexual needs by taking matters into his own hands. He’d never bothered with commitments in the past. He’d long prided himself on never having had a serious girlfriend. Now that the world was at its end he couldn’t see the sense in making a commitment now.

Though that arrangement worked well for him, Daryl couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t mind a no-strings tryst. It would be good to sink balls deep into a warm, wet pussy, to suckle some titties, rather than just beat off in his bunk all the time.

Daryl’s eyes scanned the tiny note that had been hand-written in blocky all cap letters.

Friday. Ten a.m. Treehouse two. Wait thirty minutes.

There were six crude treehouses scattered in the vicinity around the prison. They’d been put there to house supplies and safe havens should anyone who was authorized to go on runs ever find themselves stuck outside after dark, or in need of quick shelter, food, water, or weapons because of threat from men or walkers. Treehouse two was close to the prison. He had this Friday off, too, so he could come and go as he wanted.

Friday came in rainy and cool. Daryl left the prison and arrived at treehouse two at precisely ten a.m. He loved being out in the forest. It had been his favorite place to fuck before the turn and it would be good to be in nature again when he got laid this time. He took a few moments to breathe deep the smell of wet grass and trees. It was so fresh, free of the stink of decay from the walkers since there were none in the area. He hoped his luck held up.

He climbed up through the trapdoor and left it open to make it easier for whoever his partner was going to be. He opened a bottle of water and sat down to wait the required thirty minutes. They passed slowly, like hours. Anxiety pooled in his belly as the time got closer. He listened to the familiar sounds of the forest and heard a car pull up. She was here. He wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans and waited to see whose head was gonna pop up through the trapdoor.

To his immense surprise it was Tyreese’s sister, Sasha.

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“Dixon,” Sasha said, looking surprised as she stared at him. “You sent me the note?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s somebody else making these hookups. You got a problem with me?”

He didn’t mean to sound so aggressive. He just felt uncomfortable at how she was looking at him. He knew the note said they could refuse their assigned partner if they felt they were incompatible.

“No,” she said. “I figured you’d have one with me. I’ve heard you describe yourself as a redneck.”

“Redneck, not racist,” he said, knowing she meant she thought he’d have a problem with her being black. Her foot slipped on the last rung and Daryl caught her before she could fall to the ground below. He pulled her up and she was flush against him. He stepped away from her, feeling shy and awkward, especially with her grinning up at him.

“Like the makeup,” he said quietly.

“Thanks. Like the aftershave,” she said, equally awkward with him.

To give herself something to do, Sasha closed the trapdoor and then looked around the room. The corner had been made up with an air mattress. There were a few condoms on a small cooler that could be used as a table.

“So, if you want to I’m game.”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

The truth was he’d never been with a black woman before. His brother would have skinned him alive for that, but he’d always wanted to try it. He’d been fantasizing about both Sasha and Michonne since he’d met them. Now he’d get the real thing. He imagined she was no different than a white woman. The only real difference was the color of her skin and hair texture.

Their first kiss started off awkward. Sasha broke it and Daryl stepped away, losing his nerve to go through with it until she began to pull her shirt off.

“We should get undressed,” she suggested. “Maybe we can relax slowly if we lie down?”

He nodded and took off his clothes. His eyes were glued to Sasha, just as Sasha’s eyes were glued to Daryl as she watched him disrobe. The more clothes that came off the less nervous they felt and the more aroused they became. Daryl held up a hand to halt Sasha and then gently reached up to unhook her bra. It was, he was grateful to see, one of the front-hook ones.

He sighed when he peeled the bra away to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were pebbled, more from arousal than the cool autumn air. Outside the sound of the rain picked up and Daryl was glad. It would mask any sound they made should a walker wander by below. Daryl played his thumbs over her hardened buds and she bit her lip, nodding in approval.

“You like that?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He knelt before Sasha and flicked his tongue out, the tip of it lightly licked her nipple before he took the hardened tip into his mouth. She moaned lightly, especially as his hands came to grip her ass, and pulled her against him. At this distance he’d begun to catch scent of her arousal and it hardened him. He continued lavishing attention on her nipples while her hands tangled in his hair.

Daryl led Sasha to the air mattress in the corner and lay her down. He enjoyed peeling her simple white cotton underwear off to reveal a thick snatch of soft black curls that were moistened with her heat. Her eyes were hooded as she stared up at him. 

“I’ve thought about you before. I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” Daryl confessed.

He parted Sasha’s legs and gently swept the tips of his fingers over the creamy soft skin of her thighs. The taut muscles beneath quivered at his gentle touch. Once again Sasha’s fingers found their way to Daryl’s hair as he bent forward. His lips teasingly skimmed her belly, lower and lower, until he reached her moistened womanhood, setting her skin afire everywhere he made contact.

Daryl dipped his tongue into the damp curls that covered the swollen nub of Sasha’s clit. She was sweet as honey and a light moan escaped him. The sound vibrated against the sensitive bud and sent a ripple of pleasure through her. Sasha was genuinely surprised. She’d expected Daryl to be a clumsy, selfish lover who would simply mount her until he came, thank her, and then leave her behind. She silently scolded herself as he continued to moan his pleasure, his mouth becoming a gentle but effective vibrator. There was nothing clumsy or selfish about Daryl Dixon as a man, nor as a lover.

The tension in the core of Sasha’s body built to a peak. Daryl’s tongue circled and suckled her clit until the heat in her core burst. She felt her juices release in an explosive gush while her whole body hummed as though coursing with electricity. Her wanton moans died down under the sound of a close clap of thunder and the ensuing languid roll that followed.

With her limbs feeling as though she no longer had bones to support them, Sasha forced herself onto her elbows to regard Daryl. She kissed him and licked her juices from his chin.

“Your turn. Tell me what you need.”

Daryl placed a hand on her sweat-slicked chest and eased her back. He reached for a condom and rolled it over his throbbing erection. He was harder than he’d been in, literally, years.

“I need to take what I need,” he said.

“Take it,” she sighed. “I’m yours.”

Daryl rubbed the head of his cock through Sasha’s slippery folds. He was long and thick and she felt her pussy loosen and throb in anticipation of penetration. Daryl now crouched on his haunches and had each of her legs in his arms. He pulled her up to him and then gently pushed inside. He pushed until he was buried balls deep.

“Fuck…fuck…” he whispered, his eyes closed. The look of ecstasy on Daryl’s face moistened Sasha even more.

“Yes,” she encouraged. She knew he needed to fuck her. He’d gotten her off. He’d made it good for her. Now he just needed to fuck her. “Pound my pussy,” she said, running her finger over her clit. “Pound it hard.”

Daryl began to move. There was no gentleness. He thrust into her Sasha and watched as her tits bounced and rolled with each thrust. He fucked her hard, fast, putting everything he had into it. He even watched as she squirted, her juices drizzling out with each thrust. He was whimpering now. He was so close he couldn’t hold back.

“Yes…” Sasha moaned. “Fuck me…”

Daryl came with explosive force, feeling his cum rush through his body hard and fast. He made a sound like he was weeping as he spilled himself into the condom.

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It had been years since Daryl had had sex. It had never been that fucking good. He dressed after he and Sasha caught their breath and shared a cigarette. Smoking was something she rarely did, but after orgasms of the magnitude Daryl had given her she figured what the hell. He felt centered, at peace, satisfied and content. He was going to go back to the prison and grab something from the grill before he went to lie down and listen to the rain, and maybe turn in early.

“So, we can’t talk about it after this?”

She shook her head. “Against the rules.”

“It was really good for me,” he said. “Really good.”

“It was mind-blowing for me,” Sasha confessed. She stood on tiptoe and shared one last long, slow kiss with Daryl before she opened the trapdoor. She was glad there were no walkers in sight. The ruckus they’d made had been masked by the thunderstorm.

Daryl followed her down and then mounted his bike.

“Think we’ll be paired up again?” he asked.

“God, I hope so,” she said, and then hopped in the car she’d brought.

He watched her go before he started his bike. He hoped he got Sasha again, too. Until that time came back around, he eagerly awaited to see who his next partner was going to be.

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