A Broken World

Twenty-Eight

A/N: Here ya go you dirty little heathens lmao...

Flashback
Christmas 2002

We sat on the bed eating pizza while watching Home Alone. “So,wanna tell me what happened that ya left your dad's early?” I chewed the food in my mouth and swallowed before answering. “Just my stepmother being her normal stuck-up-self,” I said, shrugging. “What did she say?” He asked. I shook my head and looked at him. “Nothing important.”

“Was it about me?” I looked away from him, and he scoffed. “Tell me what she said!” I stood up off the bed, walking to the table, and putting the paper plate on top of the pizza box. “She said that I shouldn't hang out with, and I quote, “people like the Dixon's.” When I asked her what she meant by that she said that “you like to screw underage girls.” That's when I flipped my lid. And of course, my dad just sat there not saying a word!” I turned to look at him and found he was pulling his boots on. “What're you doing?”

“Leavin’,” he said. I looked at him confused, “What? Why?” I asked following him to the door. I slipped in between him and the door so he couldn't open it. “Maybe she's right. Ya shouldn't be hangin’ out with someone like me. Move,” he said. I stayed where I was not moving an inch. “I will not. You're going to turn around and sit your grumpy ass the fuck back down.” He looked down at me giving me a look that said he aint got time for this shit. But if he wanted me to move he would have to move me himself.

“I don't care what my dad and Charyl or anyone else thinks. I know who you really are, Daryl. I know you're nothing like your father or your brother. Sure you can be an asshole sometimes and you're very prickly, but you also have a kind heart. You might not show it to people, but you do have a good heart, Daryl.”

“You don't know me very well then because I don't give a shit about anyone! Now move out of my damn way!”

I still didn't move. “If you didn't care about anyone, you wouldn't be here with me. So, you do care for at least one person other than your brother. You can try and push me away all you want but it won't work. You're my best friend,” I said, moving closer to him. “And I care about you.” I took his hand in mine and looked up at him. “And I…I love you.”

Daryl pulled his hand away from me, shifting his feet back and forth. “Ya don't know what you're talkin’ about. I'm too old for ya and ya deserve better than a no good redneck.”

“You're literally only five years older than me Daryl. And you're not a no good redneck. I see the way you look at me…when you think I'm not paying attention.” A light shade of red started to creep up his neck as he averted his eyes away from me. I turned his face, stepped even closer to him, leaned up, and pressed my lips to his. When he didn't react I pulled away. His hands were balled into fists, jaw set, eyes wide, and his face was red. “Okay, well, I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry, Daryl.” I stepped away from him and he admittedly opened the open and left, slamming the door behind him.

Thirty minutes later I was sitting criss-crossed on the bed hugging a pillow. I was replaying everything over and over in my head when someone knocked on the door. I sighed, pushing the pillow to the side and got off the bed. The person on the other side knocked louder. “Alright, keep your panties on!” I yelled. I unlocked the chain lock, then the deadbolt, and finally the lock on the door handle. When I pulled the door open I didn't have time to register who it was before someone's lips were pressed roughly against mine.

I knew by the rough hands cupping my checks that it was Daryl, though. I was shocked at first so I didn't kiss back right away and he started to pull back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his even more. He bent a little, resting his hands on my thighs just below my ass. I took that as him telling me to jump so I did and wrapped my legs around his waist. Daryl caught me, kicked the door shut with his foot and walked us over to the bed.

Things were getting heated. Clothes were thrown to the floor, lips were trailing over every inch of skin they could touch. My stomach started to get knotted from nerves. I've never had sex before. I mean I've done other things but I've never gone that far before. “Daryl…” I gasped out as he made his way down my body. His fingers hooked into the sides of my underwear, slowly pulling them down while never pulling his lips from my skin. I was completely bare to him all except my bra.

He spread my legs further apart, kissing the tender skin on the inside of my thighs. When he looked up at me his blue eyes were lust blown. “Ya sure about this?” He asked, voice gruff. I nodded my head and whispered a yes. My head fell back onto the pillow, back arching when his tongue came in contact with my clit. Daryl sucked the bundle of nerves and flicked his tongue sending chills of electricity through my body. A thick calloused finger pressed against my entrance and slowly pushed inside of me.

My hand thread into his short hair, gripping the strands tightly when he pushed another finger in beside the first. His tongue flicked over my clit in sync with his fingers pumping in and out of me. I've been fingered and ate out before but no one has ever made me feel this good. Daryl’s fingers stretched me more, scissoring and curling. Each time he curled them he would brush my G-spot pulling a whine from me. I tightened around his fingers, pushed myself closer to his mouth as he sucked my clit in between his teeth. “Fuck, Daryl!”

He worked me through my orgasm before pulling away, licking his lips and his fingers clean. When he kicked his boxers off my eyes widened. He was big…well, bigger than i've seen before. But also, not ridiculously big and he was thick. He reached over and pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans. When I saw what it was I knew I needed to speak up now and tell him I was still a virgin. “Daryl…” He looked up at me after slipping the condom on. “You should know that I've never gone that far.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, “I know.” Was all he said before he lined himself up with my entrance. “Just relax. If ya want me to stop, say so.” I nodded my head. And he began to push himself inside of me slowly and carefully. It hurt but not as bad as I had thought it would. The way his cock stretched me stung but in a good way. I gripped his bicep hard the more he pushed into me. When he was full inside he stayed still, resting his forehead against mine. “Move.”

“Ya sure?” I pushed my hips up to make my point, pulling him down to kiss me. “Yes. Now move!” He smirked, pulled back so he was almost out of me and pushed back in. It was slow at first. He only picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster when I begged him to. Daryl sat up on his knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders, and thrust into me in one long stroke. A loud moan escaped my throat with how much deeper he seemed to get, hitting the right spot over and over.

I tightened around him pulling a deep groan from Daryl, his thrust picked up pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Come on, sunshine, let go for me.” And I did. An overwhelmed orgasm crashed over me, soaking Daryl and the sheets under us.