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A/N: This isn't pre-apocalyptic, but Merle has two hands in this one shot. Just pretend like the whole rooftop thing never happened because, well, he needs both hands. You'll see why. ;)
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"What's this?" I chuckled to myself as I set my empty bowl in the wash basin.
There was a magazine sitting on the counter that someone must have brought back from the day's run. I laughed again as I opened it and realized it was an extremely raunchy porno.
"It's gotta be Merle's," I said to myself. I giggled and shook my head when I found the bondage section. "Oh, boy. I knew Dixon had a kinky side. I knew it was bondage. I knew it."
I chuckled some more as I leaned against the end of the counter. Resting my chin in my hand, I shifted my hips, putting my full weight on one foot. I leafed through the magazine slowly, laughing every once in a while.
Merle liked to dominate. That didn't surprise me at all. The way he carried himself had given that away long ago.
"I see ya found my magazine."
Merle's sultry voice was coming from right behind me. I turned my head, twisting slightly so I could look behind me.
"I knew it was yers." I snickered. He was standing in the doorway.
"Did ya now?" Merle was staring at my ass with the sparkle of lust in his eyes.
"The bondage section gave ya up."
I grinned as I watched him lick and bite his bottom lip. He was thinking about fucking me from behind. My loins burst into flames immediately as flashes of him dominating me flooded throughout my mind.
"That so?" He took a step forward, his gaze still fixated on my ass.
"Ya like ta dominate," I stated.
I let myself take in his physical form. He was all hot and bothered. His muscles were rigid with sexual tension. There was a noticeable bulge in his drawers and his nipples were hard. They were poking through his wife beater, along with the erection in his pants that was growing by the second as he sauntered in my direction.
"Uhh, huh, how perceptive of you," Merle said dryly, holding out his hand. His eyes flickered to mine as he came to a stop behind me. "I'll take that."
"What if I say no?"
I folded the magazine in my hands, turning to him slowly and tucking it under my ass cheeks. His eyes went straight to my chest, which was only covered by a tank top. I didn't have a bra on. I didn't even have underwear on, just booty shorts. All my clothes had been dirty that morning, including my socks. They were hanging out to dry at the moment.
"Then, I'll just have ta take it from ya." He took a step closer, causing me to back up into the counter.
Resting my elbow on it, I leaned on it and I stared up at him. His gaze dropped to my belly, my hips, and finally, between my legs.
"How do ya plan on doin' that?" I asked softly.
Merle scoffed, mashing his teeth together in frustration. He moved forward suddenly, placing his hand next to my elbow and lowering himself down over top of me. His face hovered over mine in an intimidating way, except I wasn't intimidated at all. I was deeply aroused. He was angry and passionate all at the same time, and it was hot.
"Do you wanna fuck my brother?!?!" Merle demanded to know. His lips pulled back into a sneer, and his eyes flashed with what could only be jealousy. His other hand gripped my hip firmly, squeezing it as he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"What? No!" I blurted out. I dropped the magazine and rested my hand on his beefy shoulder. "No, I don't wanna fuck Daryl."
"Yer sure 'bout that?" Merle hissed. "Y'all play around an awful lot." He let out a disheveled breath as my hand began to massage his shoulder. His nostrils flared, his guard dropping slightly for a second before it flew back up.
I realized he was jealous. He thought mine and Daryl's playing was sexual, but it really wasn't. It was more like a brother/sister kind of thing. I was lucky Daryl played around with me at all because he was awkward with women. I felt special because of it.
"No," I assured him gently, palming his scruff. "Daryl's too shy and sweet. He's awkward with women. It's a turn-off."
He relaxed under my touch, his eyes piercing mine intensely as he looked for signs of truth.
"Yer not scared o' me at all," Merle finally whispered when he was done with his observation. "In fact, I turn ya on. Yer eye fuckin' me right now. Yer always eye fuckin' me. Ya gotta daddy fetish?"
"No, just a Merle fetish. Yer sexy." I grinned at him, my hand sliding down his chest.
Smirking at me, he looked down at my wandering hand. His hand squeezed my hip as I hooked my finger over the hem of his wife beater, his expression turning dark and lustful.
"You wanna fuck? Right now?" he muttered under his breath. I nodded slightly in response, playing with a small patch of his soft chest hair.
"I wanna feel every inch o' yer big cock as yer stuffin' it in my tight-" I didn't even get to finish talking.
I squealed as Merle snatched me up into his arms, causing him to genuinely smile as he practically threw me down on the table with a thump. He reached behind me, sweeping everything onto the floor with a deafening crash before he lowered himself into my waiting arms.
I groaned as our mouths and bodies molded together. He tasted sweet, like some kinda fruit nectar, and the feel of his erection straining against my inner thigh was making me burn even more with desire. He could kiss, too. Oh, man, could he kiss. He was really good with his tongue. He wasn't sloppy at all, and he explored me sensually and deeply, even sucking on my lips and the tip of my tongue.
Merle was leaning on his right arm, his hand clenching my hair, while the other was running over my body, studying it in a very teasing way. I groaned into his mouth as he cupped my breast in his hand. His thumb swept over my rock hard nipple a few times before he yanked down my tank top and exposed my breast. He squeezed gently, his lips traveling to my neck. I loved the way his mouth manipulated my flesh. He licked, bit and sucked on everything he could get at. It was like he was thirsty and couldn't get enough of me. The way he delicately pinched my nipple sent waves of pleasure all the way to my throbbing genitals, and when his mouth sucked it up, and his tongue swirled around it, I moaned. I had my hand in his hair, and I tugged on it gently. He seemed to like that, so I kept doing it. I decided to try and dig my nails into Merle's back. He responded with a growl of approval. He pulled on the fabric of my tank top, sucking on my other breast as it popped out. Our mouths re-connected eagerly after a minute, our tongues twisting together hungrily as he rolled my nipple in his fingertips. He let go, sliding his hand down to the waist of my shorts. He tugged on them a little bit, attempting to pull them down. They came down slightly, just enough for him to slip his hand inside.
"Oh, Mother dick! Fuck me standin' fuckin' still!" Abraham's shocked voice filled our ears.
Flinching violently, I covered myself quickly as I came back to reality from my erotic state of mind, remembering that we were in the kitchen where anybody could have rolled up on us.
Merle's mouth left mine abruptly. I opened my eyes to find him looking at Abraham like he was his prey. Merle was pissed at his unintended intrusion. He was breathing heavily, grinding his teeth together in anger.
I felt my cheeks turn bright red as I glanced at Abraham's bewildered expression. He really was completely shocked at finding us together in the kitchen. I felt kind of bad for him.
"I'm sorry," Abe said through the hand that had clapped itself over his mouth. He whirled around quickly, holding up his hand. "I heard a loud crash, so I came ta check it out. I didn't expect ta see y'all gettin' ready ta pour the Bisquick! Jesus!"
"Get the fuck outta here, man!" Merle hollered.
There was a lonely muffin lying on the table next to me, and he grabbed it and chucked it at Abraham's backside. It bounced off the back of Abe's head, who chuckled as he walked away.
"Fuck you, mother fucker! It ain't funny!" Merle yelled, glaring at his retreating form.
"Merle." I shook his shoulder to try and get his attention.
"Huh? What?" His furious expression softened noticeably as he gazed down at me. His blue eyes flickered over me, taking in my flushed skin. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, and when my hand patted his scruff, he closed his eyes.
"He didn't mean it. It could o' been anybody. We're not exactly in the most private of areas." I reminded him, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
"I know." He sighed with frustration, opening his eyes. "Doesn't mean I gotta like it any." He sighed again, pulling some loose hairs out of my face. "We shouldn't be in here. Someone's bound ta catch us again. I don't care 'bout me, but I don't want no one else seein' ya like this."
"I'd rather be more comfortable anyway," I agreed.
"C'mon." Merle helped me sit up, kissing me lightly. "I was 'bout ta go down on ya, too. The Ginger ruined it. Do ya know how long I been thinkin' 'bout doin' that?"
"Don't even talk about it," I begged him. "Prolly as long as I been imaginin' it."
"Well, why not?" he teased, gathering me in his arms as mine closed around his neck. "What's the matter? Get too hot and bothered thinkin' 'bout it? Can't handle it?" I giggled as he licked his lips in a provocative way. "Does it make ya wet thinkin' 'bout it? Me with my face buried b'tween those purty legs o' yers?"
"Yes," I said honestly.
"I think ya might be just as perverted as me." Merle chuckled, picking me up by my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hanging on as he carried me out of the kitchen. "Where ya wanna go? My cell or yours?"
"Uhh...mine," I said thoughtfully. "Yers is too close ta the cafeteria."
"Yers is next ta my lil brother's," he grumbled.
"Oh, stop," I breathed in his ear, tracing it with my tongue. His jealousy was re-surfacing. "I like you, not Daryl. I told ya why." A tiny growl escaped from him as I bit his jugular.
"G'head and mark me if ya wanna." Merle shivered slightly, his breaths coming out hard and ragged as I sucked on him. "Yeah, that's it. Claim me."
"Is that what ya want?" I pulled back, giving him a serious look.
"What? Fer ya ta claim me and make me yers?" He raised an eyebrow as he rounded the corner that led to my cell. "Why ya think I keep askin' 'bout my brother? I want ya ta myself, and I don't want no woman comin' b'tween me and my lil brother."
"Just checkin'," I murmured, returning my mouth to his flesh. I was a little surprised at that, but I didn't show it. I definitely wasn't going to complain. I had had a crush on him for what felt like forever.
I did what he wanted. I marked him. He was gonna have a nice hickey from me to him, and he actually enjoyed it while I did it.
"Yeah, that's good." Merle set me down in the doorway of my cell, patting my ass. "You can do that anytime ya want. Let's mother fuckers know."
I nodded, reaching behind him and lowering the privacy curtain I had rigged. My free hand snaked its way under his wife beater, feeling his abs. I had no idea how old he was, but I knew he was getting up there in age. I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered he still had some formation of abs. I pushed my other hand under his shirt, raising it up. He lifted his arms and let me remove it, smirking at me before I seized his mouth with mine. His skin was warm and soft under my hands, his muscles firm with anticipation.
Merle tugged my shirt off as well, adding it to the pile that we were beginning to make on the floor. His hands were on me also, caressing every part of me while we explored each other's mouths. His hands were rough and calloused, and they radiated heat. They danced patterns over my skin, making me want him more and more every second. I gripped his belt buckle in my hand as he sucked on the spot under my ear. One of his hands grabbed a handful of my ass, and he looked down as I opened his buckle.
"No, I'm in charge." Merle smacked my hand away playfully, causing me to giggle. My giggling made him break out into a real smile. "God damn, that's cute as fuck." He gave in and dropped his dominant act as I continued to undo his pants. "Ohh, alright. I'll dominate ya another time. Can't argue with a beautiful woman who wants my cock."
"No, I reckon not." I gave him a juicy kiss before pushing his drawers down and dropping to my knees.
"Ohh, man..." Merle already knew what I was going to do. "It's been years since..."
Whimpering as I wrapped my hand around his massive cock, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and moaned as I licked the head. I jerked him slowly, teasing the underside of the head with my tongue. Pre-cum oozed out slowly, and I took his length into my mouth as far as I could. He let out another moan and began to gently fuck my mouth. His breathing was hard and heavy, little raspy gasps and pants erupting from deep within him. His dick was throbbing in my mouth, threatening to explode as I bobbed up and down.
"Jesus, God, stop." Merle begged me after a minute. "Yer gonna make me cum. I don't wanna cum yet." He eyed me closely as I stood up. "Man, you can suck some cock. Ya look beautiful while yer doin' it, too, like ya actually like it."
"I do like it." I still had his shaft in my hand, and I squeezed it as I moved up and down.
"Oh, Lord." He yanked my pants down. "Get on the cot. I wanna eat ya. Right now."
Obeying, I kicked off my shorts as I laid on my back. Merle was pushing my thighs open, his pants and drawers were gone, and he was kneeling between my legs, gazing down at my wet hole with passion in his eyes.
"Ya ain't got no idea what ya've done ta yerself. I'm gonna make ya get off so much that ya lose track o' the times. Yer gonna beg me ta fuck ya b'fore I'm done," Merle warned me.
That sounded okay to me!
His mouth found my belly first, his hand massaging my inner thigh while the other one rubbed itself over my breasts. He ate my belly button first, kissing it like it was my mouth, his tongue traipsing its way over my hips. My hand smoothed his damp, grey hair while the other felt up his shoulders.
I gasped as he pushed a finger inside of me. He sunk it in until he was all the way down to the knuckle, feeling his way around inside of me. My muscles were clenching his finger, and my back arched as the tip of his tongue flicked over my clit. My hand snatched up some of Merle's hair as he sucked my clit between his lips, my nails burrowing their way into his shoulder. He growled, teasing me mercilessly, causing me to moan at the vibration that flowed throughout my genitals.
"Oh, Jesus, God almighty," I spit out, yanking on some of his hair.
"Nah, I ain't God, just Merle." He snickered, pushing a second finger inside me.
I didn't respond because he had found my g spot. He tickled it lightly, sucking and licking me delightfully. My back arched even more as my orgasm built up rapidly. He had his face buried in my most intimate of areas. I could feel his untrimmed scruff rubbing against me, and it felt incredible.
I spasmed suddenly, twitching and whimpering his name as intense waves of pleasure shot throughout my entire body with a force I had never felt before. I cried out softly as I squirted all over him, my drenched hole clutching his fingers over and over again.
Merle chuckled but didn't stop. I wasn't even done getting off, and he was going to make me cum again within seconds. He was right. I was going to lose track of the times.
He pulled his fingers out after a while, switching them with his tongue. His fingers went straight to my clit, and he tweaked it while he fucked me with his mouth. I had never had a man do that to me before. He was acting like his mouth was his cock. It was different, it was totally and completely erotic, and I loved it.
"Merle..." I groaned out his name, twitching as he pulled his tongue out of me.
"Ya ready fer my big cock?" he asked softly, those pretty blue eyes of his staring up at me. "I wanna hear ya say it."
"Please fuck me," I pleaded, playing along.
"Make me b'lieve it." Merle arched an eyebrow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Please..." I sounded desperate as I tugged on his hair.
"Okay, turn over," he said with a smirk. "That was pretty b'lievable."
Obeying quickly, I raised my hips up and parted my legs. I got a slap on the ass as he situated himself behind me. His hands gripped my hips, and I groaned in anticipation as he pressed the head of his cock against my eager hole.
"Hit me again, hit me hard," I begged. I whimpered as he complied. I knew I was going to have red marks and bruises all over me, but I didn't care. "Again."
"Ohh, ya want more?" Merle's smack echoed throughout my cell, making me grunt. "Keep beggin'. Ya gotta beg me ta get what you want. Yer my lil slave now. C'mon, sugar. Beg me."
He didn't give me a chance to say anything. He lifted my ass cheek, watching as he slammed the entire length of his cock inside of me. I cried out into my pillow in painful ecstasy, my knees buckling under me.
"Yeah, that's it. I know that feelin'. It hurts sooo good." Merle pulled me by my hips, pushing himself back inside me as I jolted forward. He was balls deep inside me, bumping my cervix and every other part of me that felt amazing.
"I'm gonna fuck you senseless 'til ya can't walk no more," he hissed in my ear as he smashed against my backside.
"Please," I uttered as he grabbed some of my hair.
"What's that?" Merle said through his teeth.
"Please," I repeated, giving his cock a hard squeeze with my muscles.
Merle didn't say anything else. He gave in and started fucking me. His strokes were hard and fast, and both of us were making a lot of noise. He tugged on my hair, pulling my body to his with the hand on my hip as he slammed himself in and out of me.
It was nice to be filled up again. I hadn't had sex in years, and the last guy hadn't been as big as Merle. He hadn't been as long or as thick either. This was heavenly compared to that. He hadn't been aggressive enough, either.
Merle knew how to do things perfectly. He was rough as hell, but not to the point where I was scared and in constant pain. He hurt me just enough to feel fantastic and make me want more.
I moaned as he smacked my ass. He chuckled, giving it a good feel-up before grabbing my hip again and gently biting my shoulder. He sucked on my flesh, his rhythm slowing down considerably.
Merle stopped suddenly, gasping loudly. He was edging. He was holding back his nut. He rubbed his scruffy face against my back, panting as he slowly licked each one of my shoulder blades. He still had a hold of my hair, and he brought my ear to his lips.
"Yer so fuckin' tight and beautiful, yer gonna make me cum. Don't move," he growled. I nodded just enough for him to see it. "That's my good, obedient girl. I like dominatin' you. Yer the perfect slave."
"You can do whatever ya want ta me." I closed my eyes as he kissed my jaw.
"Ever been choked b'fore?" he asked hopefully.
"Oh, my God, Please," I begged him, making him grin. I loved to be choked. The lack of oxygen to my brain made me get off harder every time.
"Turn over," Merle instructed. "Be easy. Move too fast, and I'll squirt cum everywhere." He watched as I obeyed, groaning as his dick slowly slipped out of my wet pocket.
"Damn it, yer adorable," I insisted, cradling his body with mine as he gave me a light kiss. "I mean..." I changed my tone real quick as he gulped back a laugh. "Yer mean and rough and..." I really did think he was adorable, but I would tell him that another time, and why. He would probably find it amusing.
"Good at fuckin'," he rasped as he wrapped his hand around my throat.
He studied my face as he sunk inside of me again. He looked like he was in heaven as he started to move. His pace was slow and sensual this time. He was getting exhausted. His gaze was going over whatever he could see of my naked body. I was watching his cock go in and out of me. I was filing the sight of it away for a jerk off session. I had a feeling he was, too.
"I'm gonna think 'bout that later when yer not around and I gotta fuck myself," I muttered, making him chuckle. "I'm gettin' close. I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah, just thinkin'..." He shut his mouth as I went over the edge. He watched my every little reaction, speeding up his thrusts. I came hard, harder than when I squirted the first time. "Yer fuckin' sexy."
Merle lost it, too, clinging to me as he dumped his seed inside me. His mouth was on mine, and we were moaning together. If anyone else was around, they would have heard us. Both of us twitched as he slowly pulled out of me. He intimately kissed my lips while we recovered, tenderly smoothing my hair.
"Ya know somethin'?" I murmured. Merle gave me a tired but questioning look. "Ya left yer porno in the kitchen again."
"I reckon I did." He snickered. "Maybe Officer Friendly's boy'll find it. I ain't gonna be needin' it no more."
"Ya might. I'm gonna be sore fer a bit." I grinned, rolling with him as he turned on his side.
"I got plenty o' mental pictures ta choose from after what we just did." Merle chuckled, pulling a sheet over top of us. "I'll be able ta use those fer a while."
Both of us grew quiet, drifting in and out of sleep. I felt Merle's mouth on mine a few times before the warmth of his embrace put me into a deep sleep.
THE END