#dirtybethyl

He approached the door to the girl’s lockers cautiously. Dangerous territory for a stranger to be loitering outside. Specially a guy who looked like Daryl, scruffy and awkward with a semi that was threatening to poke through his jeans. He checked nobody was about before pressing an ear against the door. No noise. He hesitantly knocked lightly and called Beth’s name in a sort of loud whisper, a hushed shout. Almost instantly, the door creaked open and a familiar arm grabbed his collar and yanked him inside.

“Holy shit, Beth!” He choked out in surprise. She shut the door with Daryl’s own body as she pushed him against it with a silencing kiss.

She could feel Daryl grinning as she kissed him, which in turn made her smile right back against his lips. He breathed something inaudible out about how amazing she looked. She giggled into his neck before planting a kiss on his collar bone.

“Christ, and I thought I was the one who should be turned on after watching that,” Daryl growled. Beth giggled again.

“What do you mean, ‘that’?” She breathed against his ear in between kisses across his mouth and jawline.

“You know,”

“Huh?” She pushed him, kissing her way from his jaw to his earlobe where she allowed her teeth to linger, an ever so slight bite, as she spoke.

Daryl groaned softly, closed his eyes. As he opened them again he leaned slightly to grasp her thighs and pull up, Beth’s instinct was to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. He made a beeline for the benches, kicking some kit bags out of the way as he went. For a moment before planting Beth down, he just stood with her in his arms, tore his desperate tongue away from hers and stared into her glistening, blue eyes. Silence. Her legs rested upon his hips as if they were created for that very purpose, their bodies locked together seamlessly. And he just looked at her in awe. Hair still stuck to her neck with sweat, face flushed and eyes wild, darkening, reminiscent of how the pale blue sky stirs into a potion of black clouds and indigo swirls when a storm is brewing. A storm was brewing, inside them both.

Eventually he smiled at her slightly and she laughed out a question- ‘Daryl, what?’

“You’re perfect,” was his simple reply. It was true, to him. The truest thing he’d ever known. Beth was perfect. Beth was his. That one, he struggled with sometimes. Beth was his? Daryl Dixon got a girl like her? He doubted himself every day of his life, scaring himself into thinking he was no good for her, his anxiety playing tricks on his mind. But she always made him feel better. Beth was his.

“What if someone comes in? Where is everyone?” He asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his head.

“All the girls have gone back to watch the game, we got… about twenty five minutes! I locked the door behind you anyway, I’m sneaky like that,” she smirked.

“Good girl,” was his gruff reply.

Daryl lowered his face so he was in kissing distance of Beth’s chest. His lips trailed her collar bone as she linked her fingers behind his neck and leaned back ever so slightly, raising her bust to his chin. He held her still in his arms, tilting her back gently as he nibbled his way up to one shoulder and dipped his mouth back down to her cleavage. His tongue glided lightly over the tops of her left breast, going lower until he met the fabric of her top, where he nudged it with his nose as an indication to remove it. He held her tight around her bare stomach and back as she let go of him to pull her top over her head.

The restrictive sports bra below still left too much for Daryl’s imagination so he got her to remove that as well. And what a sight. Her tits bounced back to sit right in front of his mouth. Convenient, Beth thought. Almost subconsciously she pushed her chest closer, willing him to take the bait. And he did. Taking a nipple into his mouth he sucked until her back arched against his hands and a quiet moan escaped her lips. As he released her he let his teeth graze against it, sending a shudder down her spine. He gave the second breast similar attention, sucking and licking at her, barely breaking contact as he placed her onto the nearby bench and kneeled between her legs.

Those legs. Turned a slight golden colour in the heat of the summer sun, a few bruises from falling in cheer practice, perfect nonetheless. His attention turned to them. He sat back on his knees so he could reach her feet, and he gently removed her pumps, left her long, white socks on. His fingers ran from the ankles of each feet, respectively, up her calves, over her knees and up her thighs. Right under her skirt, which, actually took her by surprise with the pace he was going.

He squeezed her inner thighs and she gasped. Then grinned.

“Good boy, twenty five minutes remember?” She winked, a sense of urgency in her voice as she worried they would run out of time.

“Pssh, you can’ rush this shit, it’s an art form,” he winked back. She rolled her eyes and smirked.

“This skirt was soooo dangerously high out there, Greene. Almost gave this old man a heart attack. A full on hard on for sure,” he grinned and she clasped a mouth against her hand to keep from spitting as she laughed.

“You’re far from an old man, dummy, and I’m glad of that, anyway!”

“Hmmph,” he shrugged.

He pushed her legs further apart, she was happy to comply. He bunched her skirt up to her waist to expose her panties, and she was beautiful. His mouth ghosted along her left leg from her knee to the join between her leg and her hip, back down to the very, very top of her inner thigh. His nails were lightly scratching across her midriff as he licked the skin just beside the elastic of her panties.

Then they were off, with one swift and sudden motion straight down her legs and tossed half way across the room.

“Daryl!” She laughed, a tinge of embarrassment in her voice as she watched them land by someone else’s shoes.

Her mind was quickly elsewhere as he spread her wider and his tongue was on her. He licked straight up and down her folds, teasing her by narrowly avoiding her clit every time he reached the top. His hot breath ghosted around her core, tickling everywhere except the place she longed for him to touch. She started to wriggle and scrunch up her face as if the power of her thoughts alone could will him to satify her. She didn’t see him but he smiled just before he finalled met her clit with his lips and sucked.

Before long, her breath shuddered out in staccato as Daryl switched between sucking her clit hard, two fingers fucking her, to rapid rubs against her with his other hand and his tongue delving inside her, as deep as he could make it. After a mind blowing build up, Beth quite suddenly reached her climax, coming against his mouth, her back rising from the bench, her legs shaking around in his grasp. Her breath was heavy and loud and so was his.

Shit. The time. It was a wonder the team wasn’t back yet, a miracle the pair were grateful for. Despite this, Daryl still didn’t seem eager for a sprint to the finish line.

Beth leaned forward to meet his lips, tasting herself on his tongue, not really loving the taste but it was worth it. He crawled onto the bench beside her and she noticed his cock had already been out the entire time. She made quick work of the shirt that was now sticking to his back with sweat, and pulled his jeans and boxers down the rest of the way. Her eyes were hungry as she met his eyes, never losing his gaze as her head moved down to his erection. He watched with hooded eyes as her tongue encircled his tip, tasting the salty precum before encompassing as much of his length as she could with her hot mouth. A groan escaped his lips and a moan from her made perfect  harmonies. She pumped him gently with one hand as she sucked him, from base to tip and back again. His eyes opened and closed as ecstasy took a hold, stealing glances of the way her bare ass stood up off the bench and how her breast grazed his thigh.

She knew when to stop. Time was pressing and he couldn’t blow it all yet. She had to feel him inside her first and he knew the same was true for him.

She planted a kiss on him before trailing back up his stomach, making him shiver, over his chest, to his neck. Without breaking contact she threw a leg over him and straddled. She sat, her soaking folds rubbing against his erection before he lifted her up and sunk deep inside her. She took a moment to adjust, squeezing her inner muscles around him which made him squirm beneath her. Slowly, she pulled herself up and sank back down again. Up. Down. Up. Down. His hands grasped at her breasts as he started rocking his hips in time with hers. Hitting that spot inside of her every time he sunk back in, eliciting gasps and moans from her with each stroke. They built up momentum and rhythm, their every nerve ending tuned into one another, tingling at every touch, kiss. Every pinch of her clit against his pubic bone. Every graze of his balls against her ass. They were exchanging smiles and giggles for a while. Then the smiles turned to lip bites and the giggles turned to growls. Their faces contorted in pleasure, Daryl’s expression the epitome of concentration and Beth’s the paragon of bliss.

Daryl’s hands were on Beth’s waist as he pumped into her harder and harder. He could hear her reaching the peak of her orgasm, her breath quickening, her shrieks getting louder, her legs quivering. She was getting nearer and nearer, breathing a barely audible ‘keep going’ into his ear. When the doorhandle moved and  several raps on the door were heard. The others were right outside the door, listening for who was inside.

But the pair did a strange thing. They ignored them, carried on. The knowledge of her team mates a mere few metres away seemed to spur Beth on, excite her. She came desperately but silently as Daryl held a hand against her mouth for fear of being heard. Her body continued to convulse against his as he rushed to meet his climax as well. A minute later he joined her in euphoria, legs slapping against each others, liquid spilling down their thighs.

Now the oh fuck kicked in, as they quickly kissed, rested their foreheads together for a moment before untangling themselves and making a mad dash for their clothes. How the hell was he going to get out unseen? Quick thinking Beth shoved him out a fire escape door that thankfully wasn’t alarmed and told him to meet her by the car in two. Wetting her hair in the showers and shoving a towel around her body she ran to the door and unlocked it.

“Beth! Why’d you lock it?” Her friend Amy yelled in a faux-annoyed tone.

“Sorrrry! Was taking a shower, an’ I was worried some creep might wander in here whilst I was on my own so I locked it!”

The girls shrugged and nodded in understanding and Beth was out dressed and out of there in two minutes flat.

“Can’t I come see ya practice every week if that’s was I get afterwards?” Daryl shouted across the car park as he jumped off the bonnet of his truck to go meet her.

“Hmmm, maybe,” she bit her lip as she reached her arms around his neck and kissed him. “You did get spectacularly lucky there though, Dixon, don’t push your luck.”

“So did you…” he grinned. She scoffed mockingly in reply. “Lemme get you back to the apartment and we’ll see who can get lucky again,” he licked his lips dramatically.