Hello! Thanks for checking out my new story! For those of you who have read Tethered, please be warned, this is a definite change of pace lol! Whereas Tethered is all about the build-up of tension, Hotline dives right into the action, as you'll see in a second! Hotline will feature some of my ideas but I will gladly accept requests. I'm very new to the whole saucy/smut thing so hopefully you all enjoy this first chapter. I have a few ideas rolling around in my head but I would be happy to entertain your requests through pm's. I've read a ton of great Caryl stories on this site so I know you guys have some good ideas : ) All that being said, this chapter is pure smut! I have no desire to offend anyone so if you don't want to see Daryl and Carol getting wild, then please don't read! I wanted to kick the series off with something playful, so I hope you have fun with it : ) This would be them, after they've gotten comfortable with each other, physically, and find a stolen afternoon ; )
Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking Dead….and that's probably for the best lol
Chapter 1: Taunt
"And here…" Carol grunted as she sank back down onto his shaft. She rocked her hips before lifting them suddenly and slamming down onto him again. "I thought you were gonna fuck me."
Daryl growled, his fingers pressing hard into her hips. He held her against him as he bucked up into her. "What you think this is then?" He bit his lip and bucked again, harder this time, making her groan.
She responded in kind, smirking down at him as she clawed his chest. She rocked back and forth, riding his cock. "I think…" she felt a flush spread across her face as he continued to throb inside her. "That you're all talk…" She was breathing hard, riding him, wanting to keep their rhythm strong.
"Oh yeah?" He said as he sat up suddenly, his arms circling her waist. The action drove him deeper insider her and she stifled a scream as she wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her neck, smiling against her skin. "How 'bout now?" He asked, continuing to move with her, pushing himself up into her center.
"You can do better," she breathed, the words lost in his hair as she clung to him. Carol bit her lip hard, her arms winding around his neck. He responded by biting down on her shoulder, his hands sliding from her hips to her ass where he gripped the tender flesh hard. He squeezed her ass, controlling their pace. She clamped one hand over her mouth and held her moans back, refusing to give in. He was bucking up into her core as she sat in his lap…her walls clenching around him with each thrust. A delicious tingle was building in her center and Carol had to speak to distract herself. "You're…holding….back…" her words came out quickly, between thrusts, and she pulled back to look him in the eye.
Panting, Daryl stared at her. He squeezed her ass harder, kneading the flesh as he stilled himself. His hips stopped jerking and their rhythm died. Carol was suffering with him still inside her. She needed motion…she needed the length of him sliding into her depths, pushing her to her limit…but he had stopped. Her legs tightened around his waist and she fought the urge to ride him. His shaft was still stiff, rigid inside her.
Daryl tore his eyes from hers and stared down between them to where they were joined. Carol chewed her lip, waiting. Slowly, he lifted his chin, his eyes roaming her body and lingering on her breasts. Grunting, he grabbed them…the flesh soft, warm in his palms. Smirking, he began to squeeze and massage her, his shaft twitching inside her. Carol closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his strong hands on her body. He ducked his head and kissed the space between her breasts…he could taste salt on her skin as his tongue slid up slowly between the two soft swells. Carol threw her head back, offering herself up to him. He dragged the tip of his tongue up between her breasts and dipped it into the well of her throat. Carol couldn't help it, she rocked her hips, needing him to move with her.
Daryl was sucking the skin at the base of her neck. "Still think I'm holdin' back?" he asked as he squeezed both breasts hard. His hips bucked, responding to her movements.
Carol licked her lips and leaned in close, her mouth at his ear. "I thought you were gonna make me scream." she whispered, nipping at his earlobe.
He pulled back then, staring at her. His eyes were blue slits, sweaty locks of hair were plastered to his brow. "Woman; you couldn't handle it…" he breathed, licking his bottom lip.
She stared right back, the corner of her mouth quirking up in the hint of a smile. "Try me."
Daryl smirked at her and before she could breathe, he leaned forward, pushing Carol onto her back. He braced himself on his elbows and jerked his hips, giving her a strong thrust. She moaned softly, arching her back…her grip on his neck tightening. Her legs were still locked around him.
"Ya like that?" He grunted, his forehead resting against hers as he continued to work her.
She looked up at him from beneath her lashes….tiny gasps escaping her each time his hips collided with hers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, playing as she smiled at him. "I've….had…..better…." she nearly choked on the last word, his cock reaching a place inside her that made Carol's whole body tense.
Daryl's hands were balling into fists, gripping the sheet beneath them. He lunged for her neck, biting her, his mouth sucking hard….the speed of his thrusts increasing. Carol pulled a sharp breath into her lungs and tugged desperately at his hair. He was sucking her neck with such intensity that the sensation shot straight to her core. As they lay tangled on the bed, and Daryl continued to force himself into her, a single word slipped from between Carol's lips.. "God…"
Daryl licked the now purple mark on her neck before pushing himself up, his palms flat on the bed. He smiled down at her; she was writhing beneath him…her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat…she was glowing. "I think you're full of shit…" he said; the words came out as a breathy laugh while his hips maintained their rhythm.
Carol was gnawing her lip as she bucked her hips, tilting up for him, taking him deeper. "What?" she grunted, rocking against him.
Daryl clawed the sheets as he slammed himself into her core, making her whimper. "Ya ain't never had it like this…." he was sliding into her, again and again…the motion between their hips becoming smooth, fluid. He'd made sure to get her good and wet, make her slick, stretch the muscles. He sighed, closing his eyes as he pushed himself into the soft, welcoming heat of her core….her body swallowing him, sucking him…keeping him inside. "Ya aint…" he paused, clenching his teeth as her walls gripped him. "ever had better…" He slipped free before bucking back into her, their bodies gliding against each other. "Now shut your damn mouth and spread your legs."
Carol swallowed hard, the sensations overwhelming her. She let her hands slide down his sweaty back, her nails raking over the damp skin. "Mmmm," she moaned behind closed lips, her body arching up again…her skin slick on his. She smirked, her eyes closed in ecstasy as her nails dug into his flesh, "Make me," she whispered.
Without hesitation, Daryl sat up, easing back onto his calves. He reached around to his back and grabbed her ankles that were still locked together. Grunting, he pried her legs apart…he ran his hands along her calves, sliding up to her knees. Carol shivered when she felt his thick fingers pressing into the backs of her knees…forcing her legs to spread wider. Their bodies were still connected and Daryl could feel her walls stretching, opening….he hissed as he rocked his hips, sliding deeper, further into her center. A sharp, painful cry burst from Carol's lips but Daryl knew better. He didn't stop and he didn't slow down….she wanted it. Her body was twisting underneath him, every muscle tensing, making her slam her eyes shut. "Oh, ya done talkin' now?" He grunted, thrusting hard, making her body jerk. "Run outta shit to say?" he continued bucking his hips into hers.
Carol couldn't help the smile on her lips. Her toes curled each time he sank into her center. She was getting lost in the delicious motion of their hips; the back and forth…pushing and pulling…she knew, as the ache continued to build and intensify between her legs, that she still wasn't used to him….that she'd never get used to him. He was too much, too big for her…the size of him stretching her until she hurt…but she wanted it…to feel full, to keep every last inch of him trapped inside her. As he slammed into her, she felt herself growing weak with pleasure…his cock hitting a spot inside her that made her tremble…her walls began contracting around him.
"Sonofabitch!" he snarled as he felt her tighten.
"What's….wrong?" Carol panted beneath him, the smirk still on her lips.
He grunted, his hand moving suddenly to grip the back of her thigh. He squeezed the soft flesh, his eyes locked on hers. His chest was heaving as he stared at her. The look in his eyes made her walls contract again. When her muscles gripped him, she saw him clench his teeth…his hold on her thigh growing painful. Daryl fought to maintain control….he tried not to think about the way his cock was throbbing…surrounded by all of that warm, wet, stifling heat….the incredible pressure…the friction they'd created… Mastering himself, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Ain't nothin' wrong," he said, giving her a quick thrust. "Just ain't done with ya yet."
Carol gasped at the feel of him pushing through her already trembling core. "You're….not?" she breathed, sweat beading at her temples.
Daryl answered with another forceful jerk of his hips, making her groan. "Think I don't feel that?" He asked between ragged breaths.
Carol propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him questioningly.
He looked down, staring at the place where their bodies were joined. Even as he stared, he could feel her insides clinging to him. When he lifted his head and refocused on her, his tongue darted out over his dry lips. "I feel it," he said, his voice like gravel. He released her legs and moved down to hover over her again, his hips still thrusting slowly. He dipped his head lower to nip at her neck and she hissed. With his mouth at her ear, he whispered, "I feel everything….feel ya gettin' tighter." He bit her earlobe gently, holding it between his teeth. "Ya squeeze me every time ya breathe in."
All Carol could do was arch her back and wind her arms around his neck, keeping him against her.
"I know you're close," he growled softly. Bracing himself on his elbows, the hunter gave a strong thrust. He focused on the motion of his hips, making sure he pushed, reaching a deeper place inside her. "I feel every little thing that pussy does," he whispered into the crook of her neck, his breath warm on her skin. "But ya can't come yet…" he drug his tongue along her jaw line.
"Daryl," she pleaded, her eyes slammed shut as her nails clawed his back.
"I ain't finished with you." He ground his hips into hers, making her wrap her legs around him. "You're gonna be screamin' when ya come."
Carol was fighting for every breath now. "Daryl….I…..can't….i'm going to….."
"Not yet," he snapped, pulling from her. "Not till I say…"
When he slipped free, Carol moaned. Her nails dug fiercely into his shoulders as if she could keep him with her. "Don't….go….not now….I need you…" she begged.
Daryl sat back on his calves again, staring at her while he stroked his cock. "Turn around," he said. "On your hands 'n knees."
Carol looked up at him as she reached down between her legs to tease her clit. She saw the speed of his hand increase on his cock.
"I ain't gonna tell ya twice," he growled, his voice low.
Mesmerized by the look on his face, Carol obeyed. She rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto all fours. Licking her lips, she glanced over her shoulder at him…he was panting, strands of damp hair hanging in his face as he worked his shaft. Carol's mouth grew dry as she watched him. His cock was slick, shining with her wetness….his hand gripping it tight…sliding up and down, moving faster and faster as he stared at her pussy. She swallowed hard, attempting to calm herself. "Seems like you've got a handle on things…" she sighed, her eyes on his cock. "I don't think you even need this." Smirking, Carol lowered half of her body, the side of her face coming to rest against the bed while she kept her ass up, her pussy exposed.
Daryl's free hand shot out, grabbing her ass and massaging the bare flesh. Carol moaned into the bedspread, her walls opening for him. "Wanna talk about need?" He asked between strained breaths. He released his cock and squeezed her ass with both hands. "I know what ya need." Grunting, he pushed himself inside her, his thick cock filling her, forcing its way inside…into her center. He kept pushing, pulsing as her walls hugged every solid inch of him. "Fuckin' Christ!" he snarled viciously as he pulled back and pushed forward, making her body jerk.
"God…dammitt!" Carol yelled into the sheets, her eyes shut tight.
"C'mon!" He grunted. His hands slid from her ass to her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her. He was breathing harder now, the sensations becoming too much for him.
Sweat was slipping down between Carol's breasts as the movements rocked her body. "What….do you….want?" She gasped between thrusts.
Daryl rammed his hips hard against her ass. "More…" he growled, his fingers digging in hard, bruising her hips.
Carol could hardly swallow as she pushed back against him. "I…can't…give you….more…" she whimpered, her eyes still closed.
"Ya can!" he yelled down at her as his cock slid in and out of her core.
"God!" She was groaning into the bedspread. Carol was overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside her…by the ferocity of his movements…the pleasure he was bringing her to. Each jerk of his hips was maddening. Carol began to think he couldn't possibly get deep enough; she wanted more of him…wanted him to push her until she couldn't move…until she couldn't see or think straight…until she was numb. Possessed by her need, Carol spread her legs further apart….Daryl's rhythm hadn't slowed so the second he rammed forward, he slid in further, suddenly hitting the deepest part of her core. Carol's fists were clenching the sheets when she felt him reach that spot…the head of his cock pushing up into her cervix, making her scream. It was as if he'd found her center, the absolute source of every ounce of her tension….the essence of her pleasure…and he'd forced himself into it, thick, strong, filling every space. Carol was still screaming as her walls began to spasm and convulse…her muscles fluttering along the length of his still throbbing shaft. Her eyes were dreamy, half-open as she felt her release, hot and wet, coating his cock. Her clit was throbbing while she rocked her hips, savoring the incredible vibrations in her core.
"Fuck!" Daryl yelled as he felt her come hard, her muscles trembling and quivering around him. "I ain't done woman; I'm gonna tear that fuckin' pussy apart!" His teeth were clenched as he increased his speed, thrusting wildly into her core. Still gripping her hips, Daryl stared up at the ceiling with parted lips and half-closed eyes. "Fuck…fuck…fuck….Christ…fuck….jesus…" The words were tripping of the end of his tongue as he fucked her, each thrust into her wet heat driving him closer to the edge.
Below him, Carol was whimpering, muffled words passing her lips each time he slid inside. "God….god….god….god…god….please….yes…..please….fuck….Daryl….yes….fuck….fuck…..oh my….god!" She cried. Each jerk of his hips caused more wetness to seep from her… When she thought she might lose her mind, Carol felt him slam into her so hard that tears welled at the corners of her eyes. His body had gone rigid…all movement suddenly stopping.
With that final, desperate push, Daryl watched his cock slip into her wet, pussy…her body swallowing him whole….her soft walls squeezing every last inch of him, massaging his swollen shaft until he couldn't take it and his dick jerked, once, twice, before his own orgasm rushed forward, filling her core. His nails were digging into the skin at her hips as he stared open-mouthed at the ceiling and let his cock finish throbbing inside her. The sound of their labored breathing filled the room and Daryl groaned as her walls continued to contract, coaxing every last ounce of his pleasure from him. "Fuck…" he breathed as he pulled himself from her.
Carol whimpered at the loss.
Daryl collapsed onto his back and Carol forced herself to turn around and lie on her stomach beside him. As they lay there, the sweat quickly drying on their exhausted bodies, Daryl chuckled.
"What?" Carol asked, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips.
"Got quite a mouth on ya don't ya?" He asked, glancing at her.
Carol folded her arms under her chin. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Daryl rolled onto his side to face her. "Your ass is loud," he smirked. "Told ya you'd be screamin' when ya come."
Her eyes narrowed as she reached out and grabbed his hair pulling him towards her. He snaked one arm around her middle as she pressed herself against him and caught his lower lip between her teeth. She began kissing him and brought one leg up, curling it around his waist. The action brought their bodies closer together and Daryl moaned as her tongue dipped into his mouth, her bare breasts pressed to his chest. Her lips were so soft against his. Her mouth was sweet, wet. Her hands were still in his hair, tugging, urging him to deepen the kiss. Daryl let his tongue glide against hers and his hand slid from her waist to her ass, squeezing her, pressing her pelvis against his. The heat was already building between them again and Daryl felt his shaft growing hard. Carol gasped into the kiss as she felt Daryl's swollen cock brushing her clit. She leaned her head back, letting him bite and suck her neck, his tongue lapping at the salty skin.
"Bet you can't get me to come like that twice in a row," Carol teased. She smiled as he buried his head between her breasts, his tongue swirling slowly around her nipples.
"You 'n that damn mouth…" Daryl grinned as he gripped her ass and bucked his hips into hers.
Carol stared at him innocently. "As I recall, you seem to like my mouth…it likes you." she said softly.
Daryl moved so he was on top of her. "Think I'm gonna have to shut it for ya." He growled playfully. He pried her legs apart with his hips and she opened up for him willingly.
"Then do it," Carol whispered as she arched her back, tilting her pussy up for him, her entrance hitting the tip of his dripping cock.
Daryl wasted no time, he grunted and pushed hard, slipping right back into her wet core.
"God…yes!" Carol groaned as she wrapped her weak legs around him. "I need you inside me…Daryl…." she stared up at him as he slowly began to thrust.
"What?" He growled.
"I need you to fuck me…harder this time…fuck me," she sat up, her nails digging sharply into his shoulders as she stared into his eyes. "Until I can't move."
Daryl felt his cock get harder inside her. He pushed her back onto the bed and began to thrust violently in and out of her pussy.
"Yes!" She screamed and writhed beneath him, "Like that…"
Tangled together, sweating and breathing, Daryl and Carol allowed themselves to give in…to every selfish want….every base hunger. Their bodies were throbbing, glowing, aching…their minds reeling…the sheets beneath them growing wet, stained with sweat and sex…but neither cared. Teeth sank into flesh, nails left deep lines on skin and the two of them gave in.
How was it? This was my first smutty one-shot! I know it's very different from Tethered…but I'd like to think, that after they'd been together for a while, they'd reach a point where they could be playful and push each other like this : ) If there's something you'd like to see in this series (funny, sad, scary, serious, saucy) send me a pm! I can't promise I'll be able to make every request happen (I'm a softy and there might be certain sad things that I just don't have the strength to write) but I'll certainly try! If you want to see them back on the farm, the quarry, prison…someplace new, let me know! And if you liked this first chapter, please don't be afraid to tell me why in the reviews : ) xoxo -Sami