The Love Club Part 9 Rick and Carol

The small scrap of paper on his pillow gave Rick a thrill. He hadn’t received another hookup and he’d wanted one immediately after his romp with Beth. He’d begun to think the Matchmaker had forgotten him, or was punishing him for his little stakeout attempt. Now, finally, he had another slip of paper.

Prison library.

Friday night. 10pm.

He’d anxiously awaited the time and place to arrive. Friday had started off bad, with walkers at the fence, and then the hard work of harvesting on top of getting a bad cut to his right forearm from a shard of glass he’d unearthed in the soil. While the cut didn’t require stitches Hershel had cleaned and wrapped it and it had throbbed all day.

The shower washed away the stink of manure and sweat. He’d rewrapped his arm and then met Daryl coming back with a wagon loaded with cases of beer. Six cases, to be exact. They’d had a successful hunt, bagging a deer, and there was meat to grill along with the vegetables. A cooler was hooked up to the ice machine to make ice to fill the coolers and chill the beer, and the cans of soda brought back for the kids. Rick had just enough time to make a couple of plates and grab a six pack of beer before heading off for his scheduled liaison.

Now, at ten p.m., Rick heard the door to the library rattle and he stiffened, wondering who was about to come in. part of him hoped it would be Beth again. Another part was hoping for Michonne or Sasha, or Maggie. Carol was the last person he expected to see and he wasn’t disappointed. She’d crossed his mind more than a few times when he’d settled into his bunk at night to take care of business himself. She was a good looking woman and he liked her.

“Rick,” she said, closing and securing the door behind her with a chair she wedged under the handle. She saw the food and the beer and smiled.

“You managed to snag some of the food and beer. It’s about all gone, now. Just so you know, Carl and Patrick snuck a beer out of the coolers.”

“I’ll have a word with him,” Rick said, then thought about it. Carl was behaving like a normal teenager. Sneaking a single beer with one of his buddies to see what it was like was such a harmless act. He decided he’d let it slide.

“No, you won’t,” Carol said, laughing easily as she sat down beside him on the floor.

“If we eat now, we’ll have to wait awhile for…”

“Or,” Carol countered, “we could work up an appetite?”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

They clunked beer cans. “To the Matchmaker.”

“To great sex,” Rick said.

They took a pull off the can. It was some generic brand and they both grimaced.

“Oh, God, that’s awful,” Carol commented.

“It’s like drinking cold piss.”

Carol nodded in agreement. They finished the first cans and started on the second. Rick studied her for a moment before leaning against the leg of one of the heavy reading tables.

“You ever think about Ed? How he’d react to the changes in you now? You’re not the same woman you were when we met.”

“I try not to think of Ed if I can help it, but yeah, I don’t think he’d recognize me anymore. Especially me making hookups with the help of some anonymous third party.”

“What was sex with him like?”

“Boring,” she said at once, without hesitation. “He had a little dick and he didn’t care to please me.”

“You may be relieved to know that I don’t have a little dick and I do care to please you,” Rick told her.

Carol smiled. She would have blushed had Rick said such a thing to her outside of this moment.

“He never got really hard all the way, either. He would roll onto me, fuck me for ten or fifteen seconds, come, and then roll over and go to sleep. Boring.”

“He ever eat you?”

“Careful. Questions like that are liable to get me worked up, Rick. He tried once, failed miserably, and that was that. How about Lori? She good in bed?”

“In the early days it was good. She was the second woman I’d ever been with. I’ve had a few other experiences. Enough to know she could be a cold fish most of the time. I think she was just…self conscious with me. She’d tense up and just kind of…endure it.”

“I’m not a cold fish. I don’t plan to tense up.”

“Careful, Carol. That kind of talk is getting me worked up.”

“Then lets stop talking and do something about it.”

They finished off their second beer, both feeling the alcohol since their exposure to it was few and far between. They got to their feet and Carol stood in front of Rick. He put one hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep, slow kiss. Their mouths tasted of beer and their bodies felt loose and warm as they began to run their hands over each other.

…

Before her tryst with Daryl by the creek, the last time Carol Peletier had enjoyed sex had been eight years ago, on her and Ed’s seventh wedding anniversary. Ed had been diddling his ‘best friend’ Terry’s wife, Lucy, and when Terry found out about it he wanted revenge. So, on the night of their seventh anniversary, while Ed was passed out on the couch after the party, Terry had snuck into Carol’s room and told her all about her husband and his wife.

He had no way of knowing, of course, that Carol didn’t give two shits about Ed fucking Lucy. He didn’t know that Carol would gladly throw women at Ed if it meant he wouldn’t be climbing onto her in the middle of the night. He also had no way of knowing that she was more surprised than he was when she’d thrown back the covers and told him to get back at Ed and Lucy by fucking her.

She’d enjoyed the sex. It was the best fuck of her life. Or so she’d thought.

Now she was bent over one of the reading tables in the prison library, her pants around her ankles, and Rick was playing his fingers over her clit. Rick Grimes. Jesus, Carol thought. He hadn’t been joking. He didn’t have a little dick and he did care to please her.

She quickly lost her train of thought when she felt the head of his dick at her entrance. He lifted one of her legs onto the table, spreading her wide, and then he slipped slowly inside. He was, literally, twice the man Ed had been. She was loose from excitement and need but he was still a very tight fit.

“Oh, God…”

“You okay?” he whispered, halting with only the head of his cock inside.

“Don’t stop,” she said, pushing back on him, taking in another inch.  He continued pushing in, going deeper, until she felt his heavy balls, tight with semen, resting against her inner thigh.

“Fuck,” he whispered. She felt his dick literally throbbing inside of her, making her wetter at the feel of it.

“Yeah…fuck,” she said, wanting him to move.

He obliged her, pulling out before thrusting back in.

“Take off your top,” he said.

Carol fumbled it off and pulled her bra off too. She’d give him access to anything he wanted if he’d just fuck her. His right hand gripped her tit while his left hand took hold of her shoulder and he began to move in earnest, thrusting, going deeper than any man, even good ole Terry, had ever been in her entire life. She wanted to be quiet, to keep anyone from hearing, but damn if she couldn’t hold back a cry every time Rick pushed himself into her, sending a sweet ache into her core that added to the tension already there, like weight on a fragile damn that was going to burst if a single drop of water was added.

“Rick,” she panted, when he suddenly pulled out and took his hands off her.

“Come here.”

His voice was commanding, the leader in him, that had been missing since he stepped down to become a father, showing through. He all but flipped her over, manhandling her like she weighed nothing. She’d always hated Ed doing that. Now she welcomed the feel of this man physically manipulating her onto her back on the table. He pulled her to him, throwing her legs up over his shoulders.

One of his hands came to her face, gripping it, before sliding down to her tits where he pinched and rolled her nipples with just enough force to be both painful and pleasurable. She watched his face as he took in her body, and felt him put his heavy, hardened cock to her entrance once again.

He pushed his way inside and stopped, looking at her.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he breathed.

She felt her juices spill down her ass, undoubtedly to run down the edge of the tabletop to drip onto the floor. Her eyes drifted closed as Rick made good on his promise. His thrusts were brutally hard. They were harder than anyone had ever fucked her before and after only a few seconds the damn broke and she was coming, forcefully, her cries weeping from her lips as Rick pushed himself to find release.

The whole tryst hadn’t taken long but it was, literally, the best fuck of her life. It was even better than what she’d experienced with Daryl on their hookup, and she wouldn’t have thought that possible. Daryl had been a kind and generous lover, treating her like a friend that he wanted to please. Rick, on the other hand, had treated her like a woman that had inspired bestial need in him. Two wildly different experiences.

She pulled her pants up and searched for her bra. She dressed and watched him zipping up before he sat in one of the chairs and waited for her to join him. She cracked open the last can of beer and then began to eat the food Rick had brought with him.

“Would that have ever happened without the Matchmaker?” Rick asked.

Carol shrugged. “Probably not. Want it to happen again?” she asked, licking juice from the deer meat off her fingers. Rick watched her and smiled.

“Yeah,” he said. “I think I would.”


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