hot girl summer (playing by the rules)
chapter 15: powerful with a little bit of tender
Her head was in the clouds, her heart following right along with it. She was floating somewhere high above the atmosphere, nearing space and damn near able to touch the stars. And this… this is what she’d been searching for when she’d let Gareth press his lips to hers. This is what she’d been desperately yearning for while she’d gone about her day-to-day life. Like drowning in that lake and letting the euphoric sensation of breathlessness overtake her, swallow her up, consume her. She could almost hear the low hum of a boat engine at the surface, reminding her that reality was awaiting her once she came back up for air.
But then Daryl growled against her lips and pulled away. Before she could comprehend what was happening, he gently pushed her back with the hand that had been kneading and massaging at her breast and teasing her nipple. His lips trailed their way down her chin, her neck, her chest. She gasped in a deep breath, trembling at his touch. She arched her back over the steering wheel and pushed her chest out, and he seemed to relish in the access. His mouth was still trailing down and down, kissing its way around both breasts, tongue flicking out across her nipples. She couldn’t swallow back the moans that escaped at the sensation. She slid her hands back to grasp either side of his head, tangling her fingers in his shaggy hair.
As he kept up the work with his hand on one breast, he was wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking slowly. She couldn’t suppress the shudder than ran through her, a moan escaping her parted lips. Her fingers tightened in his hair, hips grounding down against his twitching cock through both her shorts and his jeans. He growled against her skin, the vibration reverberating through every bone in her body, and sucked a little harder.
She moaned even deeper, almost a guttural sound, tilting her head back as her jaw went slack and her eyelids fluttered, gasping for breath in between relentless moans that escaped on their own fruition. Felt his cock twitching and jumping from beneath his jeans. Felt his tongue tracing around her nipple, his lips sucking at it fervently. Felt his palm kneading at her breast.
He’d turned her into an animal, moaning like a cat in heat, grounding herself down against him for even the slightest bit of pressure to ease the ache that had bloomed into a primal need. Then she felt the sharp edges of his teeth nipping at the very tender flesh around her nipple.
Maybe she’d turned him into an animal, too.
A shudder wracked her whole body and she jerked against him.
At the sound, he immediately stopped and pulled his mouth away to look up at her with hooded eyes, pupils wide and blown. She met his gaze, recognizing the uncertainty and slight hint of fear in his face.
“‘M sorry,” he said breathlessly. “Didn’t mean to—”
Something sparked in his eyes, and though he didn’t smirk or even grunt, she felt his fingers dig tighter into the flesh of her hip before he resumed his previous ministrations. Leaned in like he was ready to bury his head into the earth that was her bare chest, wrapping his lips around her nipple and cupping her breast with his hand. Then he switched to the other breast, offering that side the same treatment with his mouth on her nipple and his hand kneading at the soft, tender flesh.
She couldn’t swallow back the squeal that escaped when he lightly dug his teeth in, her hips bucking reflexively, her core grounding down into him desperately. He wasn’t sucking as hard on this breast, but he returned to the other one as though he had a job to finish.
“And when Daryl Dixon says he’s gonna do something, he does it. And he doesn’t leave ‘til the job’s done,” she recalled, smirking to herself as that ironic thought popped into her head.
She could already tell—could already feel—that a mark was forming around her nipple. Knew it would end up being a hickey to rival the one on her neck. And oh, God, if that didn’t just feed the fire currently blazing at the very bottom of her stomach. She wanted him to mark every inch of her. To declare her as his and his alone. She wanted to be left with the evidence that Daryl Dixon had been here, had conquered her. And had been conquered in return.
