The Love Club Part 10 Daryl and Beth

Daryl Dixon is feeling twitchy. It’s been two weeks since his tryst with Michonne. While he enjoys the Love Club, the Matchmaker was taking too long to pair him up between meetings. He replays his encounters with Sasha, Carol, and Michonne in his mind when he can’t stand the need in his loins and beats off in his cell but it’s just not enough. He’s going through withdrawals, jonesing for a fuck, and his left hand just ain’t gonna cut it.

When it comes down to it Daryl supposes he could always just approach one of the women again. They’d had a good time together and he’s sure they’d be willing for a second round, sans the Matchmaker’s interference, but he doesn’t want to go that route. He doesn’t want them to get the idea he wants anything more than sex and at the same time he doesn’t want them to feel used.

Still…he needs a hookup.

Daryl catches sight of Beth Greene coming from the showers. She stops in the corridor and speaks with Karen. Her hair is wet and she looks freshly scrubbed. He’d bet anything she smells great and would feel even better. Karen doesn’t look so bad either, though he knows she’s got a new thing going with Tyreese and he’s not sure she’d be willing to participate in the Love Club. They may not be as open to the idea as Maggie and Glenn are.

Beth…he remembers the sounds of her moans when he heard Rick putting the wood to her. A rush of warmth floods his cock and he tries not to get hard remembering it. Beth Greene still seems so innocent and sweet and not the type to engage in random hookups but she had. She’d enjoyed it with Rick. Would she enjoy an encounter with him, too?

Karen seems to notice they’re being watched and she glances at Daryl, watching him watching Beth. He turns away when Beth’s eyes find him. He’s not going to be obvious for fuck’s sake. The sounds of Beth’s moans spur Daryl to decide to head for his cell and the bottle of lotion waiting there just as soon as he’s finished his rounds of the fences.

…

When Daryl returns to his cell an hour later, still worked up, still feeling that persistant need in his dick, he finds a tiny piece of white paper on his bedside table, along with a condom. He sighs in relief and picks up the paper.

Your cell, Saturday night, 11:30 PM

Daryl grins and lies back. He decides to forgo the beating off session he’d had planned. He’ll save it for his partner, whoever she may be.

…

Daryl’s all but pacing his cell when the time comes for his hookup. It’s a bit early for a Saturday night. He wonders who will show up, who will knock on the wall outside his cell, and if anyone will see her come in. There’s always a chance that they could be heard considering there were more people up and about on a Saturday evening. None of that matters, though. He’s going to get laid. The whole prison could listen for all he cares.

That is, until the curtain parts and Beth Greene peers in. He tries to play it off since there’s a legitimate chance she’s there by coincidence. When she steps inside and pulls the curtain shut, however, he knows she’s it. She’s his hookup.

“Finally,” she whispers, kicking off her shoes. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I’ve been waiting for you too,” he tells her. “I heard you that night with Rick.”

Beth lays a finger over Daryl’s lips. “We’re not supposed to talk about it.”

He nods and hooks her finger into his mouth with his tongue. Her eyes slip halfway shut  and when he releases her finger she grips his shirt with both hands and pulls him into a kiss. It’s rough and dirty and he has a good feeling this is going to be the best fuck of his life. He yanks her shirt off, wanting her naked as soon as possible, wanting to feel her against him.

…

It occurs to Daryl, as he lies back on his cot and watches her kissing her way down the flat plane of his belly, that prior to hearing her with Rick he’d never once thought of Beth Greene in a sexual manner. Those days were definitely over.

His dick is hard, lying against his belly. He feels her chin brush against the sensitive flesh. Beth’s eyes lock onto his as she deliberately sticks out her tongue and lays it flat against his balls.

“Fuck,” he sighs. The visual is just as erotic as the act itself. Sweet little Beth Greene has done this before. She was sweet, always would be, but she definitely wasn’t virginal or innocent to sex as he’d always assumed.

Beth’s lips part at the corners, turning up in a grin, as she continues to lap at his balls. He watches her enjoying the act as much as he is. She runs her tongue flat against his shaft. It’s so warm and wet. Almost as warm and wet as he imagines her pussy is.

A light moan escapes Beth and her eyes drift closed as she takes him into her mouth. Her head bobs as she sucks him. Soon she moans again.

“I’m so fucking wet. My pussy is aching so deep inside…”

That kind of commentary is almost enough to make him blow his wad right in her mouth but he can’t form words to ask her not to talk dirty. Instead he grips her arms and encourages her to let go of him with her mouth so he can roll the condom on. She’s reluctant to stop suckling him but she allows him to pull her up and lie her flat against his body after he’s fitted on the protection.

Daryl’s hands gently roam over her body. His hands, rough from work, and hauling around a heavy crossbow, and shooting guns, and wielding the steel of various knives, feel good on her skin, which is developing a light sheen of sweat in her increasing state of arousal.

His hands reach her ass which he squeezes. One drifts lower and his fingers begin to massage her dripping wet pussy. He slips his middle finger inside and she moans against his mouth.

“Fuck…” she sighs. Her instinct is to push down on his fingers, wanting to be filled with him. His hard cock twitches against her belly, eager to feel her from the inside.

Beth kisses Daryl. Their tongues lazily circle, their lips are moist and warm, and their breath is hot in each others mouths. The kiss doesn’t get hurried, even in their passion. It stays slow, sweet, deeply erotic for both of them. Beth lifts up and begins to guide Daryl to her entrance.

Beth breaks the kiss and lays her head on Daryl’s chest as she slides down onto him, taking him, inch by inch inside of her. He puts both hands on her ass and guides her, lifting her, feeling the muscles of her thighs flex as she moves, torturously slow. Her hair smells like sunshine and vanilla and she feels so fucking good. Better than anyone he’s ever been with in his life.

There’s a strange sensation in Daryl’s chest. It’s kind of like pain, kind of like pleasure, and he realizes that he’s not used to being emotional. Sex has never aroused this kind of feeling in him before and he stares at the ceiling, feeling Beth’s hardened nipples against him, her breath, coming in fast pants, against his chest. She puts her chin on him and he looks down into her eyes, staring at him as she begins to move faster.

The sound of their union is the hottest thing Daryl has ever heard. It’s all fast breath and the wet sound of his cock in her wet pussy. As she begins to move faster, Daryl grips her, halting her, so he can change their positions. He gently rolls her onto her back and then settles between her thighs, entering her once again.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispers.

Beth obeys, wrapping her legs around until the heels of her feet are against his ass. He begins to move, his hips pumping faster, her gasps seemingly loud in the quiet of the night. She bites into his shoulder to stifle the moans that want to escape her lips. At that moment Daryl buries his face in the pillow and settles in to literally ride out the storm.

A storm it is. This went from being a chance at fun to something deeper for him. He doesn’t want Beth to see his face. He’s afraid she’ll divine the truth in the tears that are stinging at his eyes as he rides her, driving them both to climax. They reach the pinnacle together and when Daryl comes he’s uncharacteristically loud, smothering his moans in the pillow and the crook of her shoulder. Beth can’t help but hear that his climax sounds akin to weeping.

…

Daryl lies in the dark with Beth wrapped against his body. She’s not asleep but she’s still, one leg draped over him, enjoying the feel of his fingers caressing her shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

He’s not sure how to answer the question at first. Then he knows. He answers. “I think I just made love to you.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never done that.”

“You were a virgin?”

“No, I’ve had sex. Lots of it. I’ve just never made love.”

Beth leans up on one elbow and gazes down at him.

“That was different from any…other…encounter I’ve ever had,” she says. “It felt…it felt…”

“Right.”

She nods. That’s the perfect word. “It felt right.”

She kisses him. It’s slow and deep and Daryl doesn’t want it to end. Ever. Sweet Beth. She made him feel something he’d never felt before. He thinks it could be…love.

“I have to go.”

“Why?”

“We’re supposed to leave when its over.”

“Don’t have to,” he says. He throws the blanket over them to ward off the midnight chill in the air.

Beth snuggles down into the bed. “You want me to stay?”

“Yeah.”

They’re silent, enjoying the warmth of the blanket and their naked bodies, until they drift to sleep.

In the morning they both wake and find a slip of paper on the bedside table in Daryl’s cell. He picks it up and they read it together.

Your names have been removed

from the Love Club. You have found

your match

Daryl smiles, wads up the paper, and tosses it into the wastepaper basket. He doesn’t bother to burn the message. Instead, he tugs Beth close and kisses her forehead.

“Yeah. We’ve found our match.”

Beth’s hand drifts low under the blanket and she takes Daryl into her hand.

Slipping Between The Sheets

It’s been two weeks since Glenn and Maggie’s wedding. It’s been two weeks since Rick gave me an open invitation to come to him if I ‘need’ him.

After two weeks of thinking about sex and not having it I decide that I need him. My only fear is someone, namely Carl, finding out. I’m only five years older than Carl. I don’t think he’d understand his father wanting to have a physical relationship with a much younger woman. I don’t think my father or sister would understand either. Those are the only reasons I haven’t visited Rick sooner.

He's watering the corn crop when I find him. The heat is terrible and he's pouring of sweat. I bring him a large glass of water and he drinks it down in one. 

“Thanks.”

“Welcome.”

The corn is high. I wonder if I should make a move here but I think it's too risky. Rick has other ideas when he pulls me between the stalks after a very obvious glance around to see if we're alone. He kisses me, slow and deep, and I'm amazed at how responsive I am to his touch. I don't know why. Rick Grimes can get me going simply in my imagination, much less with his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my body.

“I thought I would have seen you before this.”

“Haven't really had the chance. Maggie, or Daddy, or someone else is always keeping me busy.”

“It's that and not because you've changed your mind?”

There's something kind of sweet and pleading in his tone. I shake my head. “I ain't changed my mind about this.”

He nods and I step out of the cornstalks. He goes back to the job of watering them.

Thoughts of that kiss stay with me all day. Thoughts of his hands on me, the way he feels, the way he smells, the way he tastes, are always at the back of my mind. 

I can’t stand it anymore. I try to lie down and get some rest but all I manage to do is toss and turn. I suppose if I want to be with him I'm going to have to put worry aside and take a chance. I love sex. I love feeling a man inside of me, of smelling him when he’s near, rubbing tongues together and grasping at one another as we sweat and pant and moan until we climax. I love the act itself. More importantly, I love it with Rick Grimes. I don’t think anyone but Rick would understand why sweet little Beth Greene likes to get nasty in the dark with a man technically old enough to be her father.

They don’t need to understand because they don’t need to know.

I have a cover story for being out of my bunk at one in the morning. I grab my towel, a bar of soap and a washcloth and put my feet into my slippers before padding out into the dark corridor. No one is awake. Mostly I hear snoring, though in one cell I can hear some low key gasping. Lela Jarvis and her girlfriend Amber are fooling around. Good for them. I’m gonna do the same.

Rick’s asleep in his cell when I enter. Baby Judith is in her crib, sleeping soundly, so I try not to disturb her when I set my things down and then slip under the sheets with Rick, who comes awake at once with a gasp and a hand around my neck.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

I straddle him and smile down at him, though I know he can barely see it. There’s only a tiny sliver of moonlight managing to break through the part in the privacy curtain. I nod and lean forward to kiss him. His tongue slides deep into my mouth and soon our breath has picked up. He puts his hands on my hips and I grind against him, putting pressure on my clit with his hardening cock.

Rick wordlessly opens my flannel blouse and thumbs my hardened nipples while I work at his belt. Soon I’ve got him unzipped and I scoot down on the bed to take him into my mouth. He stares down at me and I can feel his cock eagerly twitch in my grip. There’s a steady throb between my legs. I moisten as I suckle him, anxious to feel him inside of me.

Rick digs under the mattress of the cot above him and pulls down a condom. I try not to smile. He’s been anticipating me coming to him. He’s prepared. I roll it onto him and he tries to urge me onto my back but I resist, instead crawling back atop him and straddling him. I have to lie flat against him since I can’t sit up, and I feel him at my entrance.

Rick takes my hips in his hands and begins to rock me against him. I continue the motion, enjoying the feel of him filling me completely, deeply. His hands are roughly calloused but his touch is gentle when he begins caressing my body, holding me close, kissing my neck, his breath hot on my shoulder as I ride him faster.

When one of his thumbs finds my clit and begins to rub as I move over him I feel myself about to unravel. I bite into his shoulder when I come, desperate to be quiet, not to draw attention to us. I don’t want anyone to try to peep and see who is leaving Rick’s cell after they’ve heard him fucking someone.

Rick’s body tenses beneath me. He lets out a very deep sigh and then he goes limp. I just lie there for a few moments, enjoying the sound of his heart pounding in his chest, and enjoying the feel of his hands on my sweat-slicked skin. He kisses my jaw line. I indulge in another slow, soft kiss while he caresses me.

I try to get up but he holds me there and then eases me onto the bunk between him and the wall. He strokes my hair away from my face and looks at me.

“Do you want to keep this up?”

“Do you?” I ask.

He nods. I nod too.

“We can’t let anyone know. They wouldn’t understand.”

“I know,” he says. 

“What is this, Rick?” I question.

“An affair,” he answers.  

I kiss him again, lightly. “I’ve got a shower to take.”

He’s reluctant to let me get up to leave. I’m reluctant to go but I know I can’t risk falling asleep and then getting caught in his cell, naked, our limbs tangled up together.

After checking the hall I slip out of his cell and head for the showers, wondering when and where Rick and I will meet again.

Bethany Sutton Epilogue

A/N: I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed telling it. I hope you find the ending satisfying! Happy reading, my friends.

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A Year Later

The waters of Glory Lake sparkled like diamonds in the afternoon sunlight.

Beth stood on the front porch of the sprawling log and glass house she and Daryl now called home. Construction on the place had only completed a week previously. She’d only finished cleaning the mess from the house warming party that morning. Now she was taking a break by enjoying the view of the water through the trees. A quick ten minute walk down the dirt path and she would come out at the dock where Daryl kept his speed boat.

The man himself came onto the porch with two cups of tea in hand. He passed one to Beth before they both took a seat on the porch swing. She leaned into him and breathed in the scent of his aftershave and the faint smell of sweat that clung to his skin.

“Hershel called. He says hello and to tell you he’s got a new lady friend.”

“He does?” Beth said, smiling. “Who is it?”

“Ms. Powell from next door.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. I was worried about him being lonely now that I live here and Maggie lives in Chicago with Glenn.”

Daryl stroked Beth’s hair back from her face. “You homesick?”

“A little, but I’ll adjust. I’m happy anywhere as long as I have you.”

They drank their tea in comfortable silence. Beth was going to suggest they go inside when Daryl kissed her and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“To the woods, further back on the property. I’ve got some finishing touches to put on the gazebo.”

“I’ll come help.”

“Nope. I’m working on a surprise.”

“You remember?”

“How can I forget our first anniversary?”

He headed down the steps and hopped onto the ATV. Beth watched him drive off around the side of the house before heading back inside. She still had two guest bedrooms to finish putting together and that would take all day and probably a good chunk of time into tomorrow.

…

When eight p.m. came around she was sitting on the couch, curled up with a good book and waiting for Daryl to come in so she could start dinner when her phone alerted her to a text. She looked down at the screen.

Go with the women. Happy anniversary xoxo

Beth frowned. “Go with the women?”

The doorbell rang at just that moment. Beth dog-eared the page and went to answer the door. She was shocked to see two women, probably in their early to mid thirties, dressed in skimpy Romanesque slave outfits. Behind them, on the path that lead around the house and into the woods of the property, was a horse drawn wagon covered with red and gold cloth and driven by a man also dressed as a Roman slave.

“Domina. We have come to collect you for your evening meal.”

Beth barely suppressed a giggle. “Okay.”

She pulled the door shut behind her and followed them to the wagon where the male slave pulled open the door and ushered her inside. She found a padded bench seat decorated with scarves and she was surprised by how soft it was when she lay down. The women rode at the back of the wagon and Beth didn’t argue when they removed her sneakers and socks.

The ride was a fairly short one. When Beth climbed out her breath was stolen by delightful surprise. A short rectangular pool had been built into the ground and it was surrounded by flowers, including her beloved mums. Two more women and another man were dressed as Roman slaves. They lounged by the pool but the gazebo drew Beth’s attention. It had been draped with white silk curtains pulled back to reveal that a round pile of gold and purple pillows formed into a bed.

“Domina,” said one of the women. “Please allow us to bathe you.”

Beth nodded, going along with the plan. She could use a bath considering how hard she’d worked and sweated during the day. The women pulled her clothes off while the male slaves were careful to occupy themselves with turning meat and vegetables on the spit.

Beth was surprised by how warm the water was when she stepped into the shallow pool. The women had poured rose scented bath oils into the water and sprinkled petals over it. Now three of them stood with large brass jugs of milk that they added to the water, turning it white. They ran their hands over her body, cleaning her of the dust and sweat that had accumulated on her skin. They washed her hair and massaged her shoulders. She found herself so relaxed she almost regretted it when the bath was over.

Daryl was nowhere in sight and she wondered where he was. She stood and the women poured warm water over her to rinse the milk bath from her skin. When that was done they gently patted her dry and began to dress her in a beautiful purple and green gown befitting a Roman lady. They dried her hair and took time to brush it until it glowed before coiling and piling it elaborately atop her head. Some of the servants moved about as her hair was styled, lighting torches set into the ground to illuminate the bath and the gazebo in the gathering darkness.

“Domina, if you will,” one of the male slaves said.

Beth was led to a stone bench laid with pads. She reclined on her right side and waited to see what would happen next. A slave girl placed herself beside Beth and began to feed her grapes while another filled an ancient looking gold goblet with wine.

That was when she finally saw Daryl. He emerged from behind the gazebo and her mouth literally fell open. He was dressed as a gladiator, and he wasn’t alone. Another man was also dressed as a gladiator and they were armed with swords.

“These men will fight for your entertainment,” the slave said, “and the right to make love to you.”

Beth knew who she wanted to win. She expected some kind of amusing play but when the swords began to clash the fight looked real. She was even a little alarmed by how viciously Daryl and his opponent went at one another. She was impressed with his skill with the sword. He’d been taking some kind of lessons all month without telling her and now she knew what those lessons were.

“Daryl!” she said, sitting up, forgetting that it was a staged event, when his opponent managed to knock him to the ground and put the sword to his throat. Her hands went to her mouth and she had a momentary flashback to when she’d watched him get shot. Her stomach clenched tightly until he kicked the blade from his opponent’s hand and swept his feet out from under him.

With a quick flick of his sword he drew blood from the man’s torso. The cut was shallow but it was real. The man held up two fingers, pleading for mercy.

“Shall I spare him, Domina?” Daryl asked.

Beth nodded quickly.

Daryl stepped back, away from the man and shoved his sword into the dirt. He was filthy and sweaty and damn if he didn’t look good enough to eat.

“What would you have of the victor, Domina?” one of the male slaves asked.

Beth stood and approached the gazebo. “Bring him to me.”

Two male slaves led him to the gazebo and then lowered the curtain, leaving her and Daryl alone. Candles had been lit to illuminate the inside of the wall.

“Daryl…”

“Domina,” he said, playing the part.

“You remembered the gladiator fantasy. You brought it to life.”

He reached out and pulled her to him, pressing her against his body. He was lean and hard and muscled, and she ran her hands up his chest.

“I would do anything for you.”

“I love you,” she whispered, her lips pressed lightly to his.

“And I love you.”

“Show me how much you love me.”

His hands were firm when they lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lay her down on the soft pile of pillows. Under Daryl’s expert touch the dress came unraveled. He opened it like a precious gift and left her naked before him. He loomed over her, his lips light as feathers as he brushed them against her neck, down the soft skin of her throat and teasingly over her breasts. He suckled her nipples gently, hardening them until it was almost painful.

The ‘slaves’ outside the gazebo went forgotten as Daryl’s lips traveled down the soft plane of her belly. He hesitated, his breath hot on her center before his tongue darted out to lightly lick her.

“Oh, Daryl…” she breathed.

His tongue made firmer contact with her swollen, aching clit, circling her, drawing it in. She felt the light moan from his lips all the way to the core of her being where a sweet ache began to develop. His fingers, strong and thick, slipped into her wet warmth where he hooked them and began to finger her.

“Harder,” she breathed.

Daryl was only too happy to oblige. He found her spot and massaged it, his mouth attacked her clit as mercilessly as he’d attacked his opponent. Beth was uncaring of having an audience as her cries filled the balmy air inside the gazebo as she came around Daryl’s fingers.

Normally she was left boneless after she came. Tonight Beth had an energy inside her that galvanized her to action. She gripped Daryl by his shoulders and pushed him onto his back. With his help she removed the subligaria that covered his loins, freeing his proud erection. She wanted him in her mouth and she took him quickly, urgently, suckling him. His own moans were deep and insistent as her head bobbed in the candlelight, driving him ever closer to climax.

He suddenly gripped her arms and hauled her the length of his body. Beth straddled Daryl and placed him at her entrance. Their eyes were locked as she slid onto him. She knew he was close. She knew he wanted to finish it inside of her. She squeezed him tight as he thrust upward and into her, his hips pumping fast, hard, until he came, deep and hot and thick inside of her.

Beth collapsed beside him, breathless, sated, and at last with that glorious boneless feeling that he always left her with after sex. She rolled to her side and put a hand on his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath her hand. He kissed her forehead and lazily stroked her back as they caught their breath.

“Where did you find the ‘slaves’?”

“They’re old colleagues from the business,” he said. “They won’t be bothered by the racket we were making.”

“Mmm…They’re very believable actors.”

“It’s their job to be. Do you want an orgy?” They’ll give us one as entertainment while we eat.”

Beth giggled, unable to stop herself. “Hell yeah I want an orgy. I’ve always wanted to witness one but never thought I’d have the opportunity.”

“Your wish is my command, Domina.”

Daryl clapped his hands the curtains parted. They had a clear view of the bath and the yard.

“We’re ready to eat,” Daryl said. “Pleasure us with a display of love.”

Two women began to serve the food. Once Daryl and Beth had their plates, they watched as the slaves began to peel off their clothes. They were obviously professionals at sex and putting on a good show. Beth watched in fascination as three couples began a raunchy display of debauchery that Beth couldn’t have thought up in her wildest dreams. The thing was they seemed to honestly enjoy the sex, and the act of putting it on for Daryl and Beth’s entertainment.

After the orgy, after the food was eaten and Beth had her fill of both food and wine, and she and Daryl had enjoyed another bath, they returned to the gazebo and she ordered the curtains closed again. It was late, nearing midnight, and she was ready to sleep. Daryl pulled her close and she felt his breathing evening out when one of their servants opened the curtain.

“Pardon the interruption, Dominus, but you have a phone call.”

He handed Daryl his cell phone, which looked and felt wildly out of place for the theme of the evening. He looked at the screen and sighed.

“Archer here. Hummingbird is with me…yeah…Understood.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ringleader. We’ve got an extraction.”

“Who?”

“Viper and Samurai are in a tight spot in Miami.”

“Oh, joy.”

“He’ll be here in ten with a copter.”

“We can’t go dressed like this.”

“Well, he told me we may be needed so…”

Daryl peeled back some of the pillows to reveal two sets of clothes. All black, combat ready clothes, with boots, and guns. Daryl’s compound bow was also there. They quickly dressed and even though Beth was bone tired adrenaline spurred her on. A helicopter arrived and Daryl gave orders for the ‘slaves’ to clean up and then they could head out. Their payments would be automatically transferred.

“You made the evening magical, guys. Thanks.”

They nodded but looked confused when Daryl and Beth rushed to the helicopter that T-Dog was piloting.

“Hop in guys. We’ve got a hot one,” T-Dog said.

Rick was in the back seat. He saw the naked slaves and Beth’s Roman style hair and shook his head.

“I don’t wanna know,” he said.

Beth and Daryl fastened their seatbelts and she watched the ground recede into darkness as they lifted off and started south to Miami. Rick briefed them on the situation and Beth made sure her gun was loaded.

“You ready for this?” Rick asked.

Beth squeezed Daryl’s hand. With him by her side, she could face anything.

“I’m ready,” she said, as she gripped her gun and flicked the safety off.

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