The Crow & The Ghost: A Dystopian AU Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Chapter Six: Edge

*NSFW CHAPTER!*

        Riley is massaging himself, though his pants stay zippered.
"Is that what you want, Lieutenant?" Soap asks. "You want us to help you?"
Holy shit. Your mind starts racing, you've never—
"No," Riley breathes. "I want to watch."
What?! You can't help yourself—you let out an incredulous giggle. How was this real? Were Riley and Soap playing some sort of joke on you? Testing how slutty you could really be when given the chance?
But Riley's eyes slide to yours, and he doesn't stop feeling himself. "Giddy at that prospect, little Crow? Want to show me how good of a girl you are for me?"
Oh, shit. It doesn't appear to be a joke.
"You want to be a ghost in this room, do you?" Soap asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
Riley lets out a strangled groan, not bothering to acknowledge the pun. "Something like that. Get back to what you were doing before. Go ahead."
Soap turns to you, and you look at him. Despite the absurdity, you're both smiling. "Do you want to, Crow?" He asks. His lips are wet—they're still swollen from your kiss. He looks so damn good right now.
Riley did say the door to the armory was locked.
When would you get a chance like this again? Whether you wanted to admit it or not, Riley and MacTavish were by far the hottest men in the whole organization. They were massive, and you liked that. You liked everything about them, if you were being honest. Even when they pissed you off—you still thought about them way more than you should.
You hadn't so much as kissed someone in years—you had been so focused on your job, on ignoring the rejection of your parents, on trying to become a Lieutenant, on trying to make General Moorehouse proud of you, on trying to be a friend Kieran would want to keep. You hadn't had time for any romance beyond stealing glances at Riley's biceps or allowing Soap to flirt with you a little more than what was appropriate.
And now, they were here, in front of you—one of them asking to hook up with you while one of them wants to watch. Consequences be damned, it would be stupid to not do this. To not allow yourself to enjoy something.
You would regret it for the rest of your days if you didn't. You knew that if you rejected them now, they would never let you in again.
Forget that Riley is anyone other than Riley? Fuck that. I'm going to make him remember me.
"Yes, Johnny. I want to," You say, and you kiss him. He's already ready for you, his mouth open and his arms wrapping around your body immediately. He lifts you onto his lap, and you straddle him, back facing Riley.
You and Soap make out for several minutes, slowly escalating things to where they were before Riley interrupted. You momentarily forget Riley is there, so lost in Soap that you can't think straight. All of the flirting, all of the snide remarks, all of the snarky companionship has led up to this, and neither of you can pretend it doesn't feel good. It feels so good, better than you expected. Your writhing on top of Soap's lap, feeling glimpses of the hardness in his pants, wondering how far this will all go.
"Suck him off, Crow," Riley's voice once again cuts through the quiet of the room, and you break the kiss with Soap. Oh, that's how far. You look each other in the eyes, your faces flush.
"You want to?" Soap asks, his voice so low you're not sure if Riley is able to hear it.
You kiss Soap again, hard, before you slip off of him and settle yourself on your knees. It's not hard to work Soap's pants off—they're basically the same pair that you wear everyday. You undo the zipper and pull the pants open a bit, seeing black boxers beneath. You run your hand along the top of the boxers, feeling the length of him.
Jesus.
You look up at Soap through your eyelashes, and he's smiling at you. "I don't know if you're ready for me, Crow girl,"
You smile back and press a kiss to the top of his boxers, feeling the hardness of him through the thin fabric. You hear him sharply inhale, which makes you smile again. He acts so cool, but he's a fucking baby. You lick the boxers, wetting the fabric with the hard press of your tongue.
"Oh, Christ, Crow," He grinds out. "No need to torture."
"I can't see shit," Riley snaps before you can go any further. "Stand up, Johnny. Bring her over here."
Soap puts a delicate hand on your head, and you sit back up straight as he stands. You look behind you and nearly choke with surprise.
Riley is still seated in the chair, still in the relaxed pose. But now...
His pants are open, and his black boxers are still on. But he's pulled his dick out, his hand lazily running up and down the length of him. He's larger than you originally anticipated, his cock sporting a couple of veins similar to the ones on his hands. Holy shit, why is that hot? And his hands... the sight of his hands on him like that...
You don't think you've ever seen someone that big. Your jaw drops at the sight.
"I love it when you do that, Crow," He says, his voice soft. You see his hand tighten on himself. "I love seeing that pretty mouth."
Soap has come to stand in front of Riley, his pants undone and his boxers still shielding him. You turn and shuffle over on your knees, knowing exactly how you're supposed to be placed. You kneel in front of Soap, your profile on display for Riley. You look over directly at Riley and see that his eyes are hooded, lazy, relaxed.
He uses his other hand to motion towards you. "Go on, don't stop on my account."
Soap places his hand softly on your head again before sliding it down, cupping your cheek. You turn to look up at him—he's not smiling anymore.
"Please," He whispers.
"Yes," You say.
You press your tongue to his boxers again, making him groan. You know it's cruel, but you like it. You like the way his fingers immediately seek your hair to tangle themselves in it, trying to push you closer to him. You see Riley's hand moving in the corner of your eye. You place your hands on Soap's shins. You slowly move them upwards, along his thighs, bypassing his crotch completely to push up his shirt. He helps you immediately, taking his free hand to throw the thing off. His body is gorgeous, naturally, a honed warrior through and through. You tread the pads of your fingers lightly across Soap's stomach, feather touches that make him twitch, all while you lick and kiss the hardness beneath his boxers. Soap has both hands in your hair now, giving all the strands a satisfying pull.
"Are you ready for me, Captain?" You ask, looking up to see that Soap is still watching you. He bites his lip and nods, unable to properly speak.
You bring your fingers to grasp the waistband of his boxers, and without much ceremony you tug them down. His cock pops out, an impressive thing in its own right. If you hadn't seen Riley's only moments before, Soap would have held the title for most impressive.
God, they could both destroy you if you let them.
You press a kiss to the tip of Soap's cock, which is already wet, and he shivers from the touch. You lightly place your hands on the base of him, knowing damn well you won't be able to fit all of him in your mouth. You lick him once, roughly, and then you take him in your mouth, moaning as you do.
You look up at him again, only to see that his eyes are on Riley. He lets out a moan of his own, and you hear Riley shift a bit in his seat, letting out an uneven sigh. You strain to look at Riley from the corner of your eye, but you can't see much of him. You have no idea if he's watching you, but you want him to.
You want them both to watch you.
You work on Soap for a few minutes, and he reacts to nearly everything you do, the sensation of your mouth clearly overwhelming him. His breathing is labored, his fingers are busy in your hair, showing you all the ways he loves what you're doing. Every tug of your hair, every sharp inhale, every whimper turns you on even more. Soap is like putty in your hands, and his big cock is so easy to please. It's become increasingly obvious to you that he's trying hard not to come, though you aren't sure why. You can see Riley's working arm in your periphery, and it keeps an agonizingly slow, steady pace. You see his biceps flex and twitch as he moves, as if he's fighting to not use more strength, not move faster.
This is not the main event, you realize. This is not the main event at all.
You decide to test how far this will go, when the next part of this starts. You take a few moments to prepare yourself, and then you really open your throat, taking as much of Soap's cock into your mouth as you can. The tip of him hits the back of your throat, and his hands spread to grip your skull tightly. He lets out a loud moan, followed by a curse.
"Ghost," He nearly weeps the name, a desperate plea. "I'm going to fucking bust."
You see Riley's arm stop suddenly. "Fine," He says, his voice hoarse. "Crow, sit on my lap."
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you hear this, and you take Soap's dick out of your mouth. You totally forget that Soap is about to come. You look at Riley, who's cock is very much still out. "Riley?"
He takes his stilled hand off his dick and adjusts himself in the seat. "You heard me, Crow. But first—" His eyes meet yours. "Take off your pants, would you?"
You look up at Soap, who's already tucked himself back into his pants, biting his lip so hard the skin is turning white. "Don't look at me," He says, the words an effort.
Your eyes dart between them. "But doesn't—Soap, I didn't—"
"Don't worry, baby," Riley croons. "You can take care of him again in a minute." He pats one of his massive hands on his inner upper thigh. "Come sit."
You decide to go with it. You slip off your boots and your pants, and when you go to take off your underwear Riley darts a hand out. "You can keep those on for now, I think." He says.
You're confused, but you don't argue. You're curious.
You take a few steps so you're closer to Riley. You begin to move so you can settle in to straddle him, wondering if he's going to want you to sit on his—
"No, darling, turn around," He says, lightly putting his hands on your waist. He guides you, moving you and adjusting you with barely any effort, until you are sitting in his lap, his cock resting along the front of your pussy, only a thin scrap of fabric between you.
Holy god.
"Fuck, you're wet, aren't you?" He says roughly. "Spread your legs." You spread them so that they're placed over his own thighs. You prop your heels on his knees for better balance. Then, suddenly, he moves you over a couple of inches, so that his cock is no longer directly in front of your pussy but rather pressed to one of your inner thighs.
"What are you doing?" You finally ask, relaxing your back against his hard chest. You can feel the gun that's strapped to his waist digging into your back, but you don't care. The back of your head is resting on his shoulder, his masked face so close to yours. If you wanted to, you could lift a hand and take the mask off yourself. But you don't.
"Trust the vision, baby," He says, and as if he heard your thoughts about your free hands and his mask, he grabs both of your wrists, gathering them in one hand. He's so tall that he can easily throw his arm over the back of the chair, and so he does, forcing your arms above your head and your hands to rest on the top of the back of the chair. He grips them both, making you unable to move your arms. His free hand snakes over your thigh, resting close to his cock.
Seemingly happy with the arrangement, his head moves slightly towards Soap, who's been watching quietly.
"Come return the favor, Johnny," Riley commands.
Soap smirks. "Yes, sir."
Soap kneels in front of the two of you, and you realize with a flutter what's going on. You squirm slightly, and Riley's hand squeezes your thigh. "Settle down, Lieutenant," He whispers, his masked mouth close to your ear. "Don't be so eager."
Not sure I can help that one, given the circumstances.
Before you even have time to think, you feel something warm and wet press against the fabric of your underwear. "Oh!" You breathe out, looking down. Soap's head is there, at your pussy, and his tongue is pressing right on your clit. He looks up at you with those dark eyes, his thick eyebrows raised in amusement. You see what you did to me? His expression says.
He kisses your pussy over your underwear, kissing it slowly and passionately like he did your mouth only a few minutes ago. Then he moves his head down a few inches, pressing his tongue flat right above your entrance. He drags his tongue up, making you groan and squirm. When he reaches your clit, he sucks it through the fabric. He starts kissing it again, placing his hands on your thighs and squeezing.
You're going to fucking lose your mind, you think. Your eyes have been squeezed shut, wholly feeling the sensations, but you open them when you feel more movement beside you. Riley is touching himself again, painfully slow, not even fully gripping his cock, just letting his fingers run over his length with a light touch. He is torturing himself watching this, torturing himself like you and Soap are torturing each other.
You roll your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. All you can see is the mask, his dark eyes wholly focused on Soap's tongue on your underwear.
"Watch the show, baby," He whispers, his voice uneven. Perhaps the most undone you've ever heard him.
"I am," You say, and his eyes flick to yours. They're darker than you've ever seen. "Fuck me," You mouth to him.
"Earn it," He whispers back.
Before you can say anything else, Soap hooks a finger on your underwear and quickly moves it to the side. You have no choice but to peel your eyes away from Riley, watch as Soap's pretty mouth licks your bare pussy.
"Holy fuck," You moan, the sensation just shy of euphoric. You try to move your arms, but Riley holds them firmly. Soap knows what the fuck he's doing, and he wastes no time doing it. His lips suck your clit, interspersed with flicks from his tongue. He takes one hand away from your thighs and inserts a finger inside you, and you cry out, moving your hips along to the Soap's rhythm.
You notice that Riley has his full hand around his cock again, and he strokes it in time to Soap's finger. His hand is constantly grazing your thigh as he does it. Soap adds another finger, and you feel yourself tighten on him. Soap lets out a groan at this, and you feel his lips pull into a brief smile before he continues.
There's so many moments you come close to coming, but it seems Soaps knows it each time, and he'll stop whatever he's doing as soon as you start whimpering too loudly, your pussy starts tightening too much. He's torturing you, and you would scream in frustration if it didn't feel so good.
"How's her pussy, Captain?" Riley grinds out. His cock is so hard, just looking at it makes you let out a small moan.
"To die for, Lieutenant," Soap replies, taking his mouth away from your clit. You almost want to cry. He slows his pace as he continues to finger you. He looks at you and Riley, his eyes darting from your face to Riley's mask, to Riley's arm draped over the back of the chair, to his hand stroking his cock, to your body on top of his. "You look good together," He says, biting his bottom lip and smiling.
Riley's hand stills on his cock. He suddenly lets it go, and then lets go of your arms. "Up." He growls in your ear.
Soap gets up instantly and holds out a hand to help you. You take it, careful to get up without having your bare pussy touch Riley's bare cock.
"Stay right where you are, Captain MacTavish," Riley says. "Turn around and look at me, Crow."
You do. Riley sits up a bit straighter, adjusting again after having you sitting on him. He pulls his pants and boxers down just so his dick and balls are out, his legs still spread as much as possible. "Bend over," He says, his eyes hooded and bright.
"What?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Did I fucking stutter?" Riley snaps, his eyes flashing. "Put your hands on my thighs, bend over."
You feel Soap's hands on your waist. One of his hands trails to your mid back, and he lightly presses you, keeping the other hand at your waist so you hinge forward.
You can either put your hands on Riley's thighs or you can be stubborn, lose balance, and fall face first onto Riley's dick. You imagine that won't go over well, so place your hands on his thighs. Your face is inches from his.
"That's a good girl," He says.
"Oh, shut up," You fire back.
He tsks. "Someone doesn't like when they're denied an orgasm, do they? Poor thing. Imagine how Soap has felt this whole time." He leans forward, his eyes flashing. "Don't be so fucking selfish."
You suddenly feel two of Soap's fingers on your pussy. You gasp in surprise, but feel your feet shuffle so your stance is wider. Riley gives a humorless chuckle at this, but says nothing. You could kill him. You hear Soap moving his pants with one hand while his fingers still work you, entering your pussy again. You bite your lip, trying not to moan in Riley's face. Your breath catches in your throat.
"You are so fucking wet, Crow," Soap sighs. You try again not to moan too loudly.
Riley tilts his head to one side, his dark eyes so close to yours that you can see your reflection in them. "Don't be shy with me, baby," He says. "I want to hear how good it feels. I want to know what feels good, so I can do it even better."
Your mouth opens, your breath heavy. His eyes flick to your mouth, and he lets out a small mmmm sound. He's not touching himself—yet.
"Ready, Lieutenant?" Soap asks, digging his fingers deep in you and curving them.
"Yes," You and Riley say at the same time.
Soap pulls his fingers out and you feel the tip of his cock glide along your pussy. He places his hands on your hips, then starts caressing your ass and your stomach with the same light touches you gave him, his cock pressing on your clit and teasing your entrance. You close your eyes and bite your lip, your body near trembling with anticipation.
"Open your eyes," Riley says quietly. "Let me see those pretty eyes."
You open them just as Soap enters you, and it feels so fucking good that you involuntarily close them again, you and Soap groaning at the same time.
You feel a rough hand grab your chin so hard it hurts. Your eyes fly open. "Don't take your eyes off of me." Riley demands.
"Yes, sir," You say, and he starts stroking his cock, sighing.
Soap fucks you slowly, deeply, and your pussy is so tight on him that he can't stop whimpering, can't stop fighting the urge to come.
"Do you like fucking me, Captain?" You ask, but your eyes stay on Riley's. He's let go of your chin and now has his fingers placed lightly on your throat, his other hand sliding up and down to Soap's rhythm.
"More than you know," Soap moans, his words slow and drawn out, his Scottish accent thicker than you've ever heard it. "Ugh, that's my fucking girl."
"Not for long," Riley whispers, but only you can hear it. Soap is starting to fuck you a little harder and a little faster now, making you rock back and forth. You come closer and closer to Riley's masked face with every thrust.
"Are you going to fuck me, Ghost?" You ask, your voice low enough for only him. Soap hits you real good and you let a sharp cry, pleasure coming in waves across your entire body now.
"I'll think about it," Riley replies, his voice nonchalant but you can see the way he's gripping his cock, the way his hips are twitching.
"Are you going to come for me?" You ask, sighing as Soap reaches a hand around you to start rubbing your clit. Your hands tighten on Riley's thighs.
"Not today, Crow."
This makes your eyes snap open from their delirious haze. "What?" You squirm as Soap touches your clit just right. "Shit," You curse, and Soap laughs, the sound melting into a groan as he starts fucking you a little bit harder.
"You don't get to see me come," Riley says. "Until you've earned it."
Soap smacks your ass just as he hits the right spot inside you, and you let out a loud sound that makes him let out a loud sound in return. He's hit a good rhythm now, and for a moment all three of you forget words.
Soap is incredible, perfect, everything. He fits you just right.
Riley is really fucking himself now, and you wish so badly you could see his face, his whole face.
"Look at how hard you've made me," He says, but when your eyes dart downwards he uses the thumb that was resting on your throat to push your head back up, to look at him. "Look at how much you've made me want to fuck my own cock. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"
You can hear his breathing, labored, as his eyes are half closed as he whispers to you. They're so gorgeous, those eyes. So deep and dark and communicative. They tell you everything you've ever wanted to know, and they're telling you right now how good you're making him feel—
You need him. You need him so badly.
"Let me finish you off, Ghost," You say, and it sounds like a plea. If he won't fuck you right now, you'll have him somehow. You don't take your eyes off him for a second. "Come on me, please."
"Fuck," Is all Riley can say. The fingers that were resting on your throat now wrap around it, squeezing the sides. This feeling travels right to your core, right where Soap is getting you just right.
"I'm gonna come," You whisper, and Riley's eyes widen just a bit. "I'm gonna come," You say louder, so Soap can hear it. He keeps his rhythm, keeps the depth. He's so perfect, he knows just what to do.
"Come on this cock," Soap says, smacking your ass again, pinching your clit.
"Come on his cock," Riley repeats, squeezing your throat. "I want to see that pussy burst."
And like a wave it hits you—your orgasm rips through you so strong you wonder distantly for a moment if you might pass out. You scream, your hands gripping Riley's thighs so tightly your knuckles are white.
Soap pumps into you a few more times until he pulls away—you guess he's found his release too. But the orgasm still rocks you—and Riley watches you the entire time.
You watch him back.
You can tell by the tightening grip on your throat that he's fighting for his life not to come. You don't know why he's torturing himself like this, but as you finally start to come down for the orgasm, you take the opportunity that's right in front of you.
You take your pretty eyes off Riley.
You drop to your knees, clamping your hand around Riley's wrist, and yank his hand off his cock. You place your free hand on the base of his cock, briefly noticing how strongly it's throbbing, and lower your mouth onto him. You feel a large hand on the back of your neck and another wrapping into your hair, but they don't pull you off. You hear a powerful moan, one of a man completely losing control.
Good, you selfish bastard.
You swirl your tongue over the tip of his cock's head, hollowing your cheeks, moaning as what feels like a second wave of an orgasm hits you, and the hand that was holding Riley's wrist flies down to your clit, just in time to catch it.
You come for a second time just as you feel something hot hit the back of your throat, over and over again. Riley's perfect cock is pulsing, and your hair is being pulled on so tightly you think some strands might get pulled out.
Ghost is coming in your mouth.
The orgasm seems to last forever, both yours and his, and you swallow every bit of him that's given to you. When it seems like it's over, you don't want to pull away just yet, and you suck him off for a few more moments, the only sound in the room being your mouth on his cock.
Finally the hands on your head apply pressure upwards. You come off of Riley's dick and look up. You don't wipe your mouth.
"Am I still so fucking selfish, Ghost?"
His eyes are fucking wild—feral, even. He's a man in his most primal state, and you half consider climbing on his lap and showing him a taste of Soap's experience.
You expect Riley to curse you out or threaten you for going against his orders, but the man is silent. His muscular chest, still wearing a shirt, is rising up and down rapidly. He disentangles his fingers from your hair. He blinks and his eyes start to relax again. He leans back in the chair, putting his arms behind his head, his cock still hard and throbbing.
"Get up, Lieutenant," He drawls, his voice rough and his accent thick. "You're dismissed."
Your face twists into a look of disgust and shock. "What did you just say to me?"
"I don't answer to you." Riley says dryly.
"Oh, you motherfu—"
You feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Soap and his kind eyes. He's already dressed. "Come on, Crow girl," He says. "Let me help you."
You stand up—because what else can you do?—and Soap takes your hand, leading you to the bench. He hands you your underwear, which has dried some since you took them off. You turn them inside out, wincing. You'll take them off as soon as you get home. You need a long shower after this.
When you slip those on, Soap hands you your pants. You step into them, not looking at Riley once.
"Sit," Soap murmurs, nodding at the bench. Your boots are dangling from his hand. You sit, and he kneels before you, slipping the first boot on.
"You were perfect, Crow," He whispers, a small smile on his face. He looks up at you, his brown eyes twinkling. "Perfect girl."
His kindness makes you want to cry. "You were too," You whisper. Your throat burns and so does the back of your eyes, and you have to ask—"Do you do this with everybody?"
His fingers still on the laces. He looks you dead in the eye. "No, Crow, we don't." He says, and it's so firm that you don't even question him. "I do my own thing, but Ghost—and us sharing—no. Trust me, Crow," He starts tightening the laces again. "We don't do this with everybody. With anybody."
He finishes tying up your boots in silence. When he's done, he presses a kiss to both of your knees before standing. You finally look at Riley and see that he's tucked his dick back into his pants, and he's studying his fingernails.
Soap claps once. "Well," He has a goofy smile on his face. Riley raises his gaze to him but doesn't move his head. Soap glances at you both, his hands becoming finger guns. "Same time next week?"
You stare at him, incredulous. Riley keeps staring, unmoving. The silence is deafening.
Soap's smile falters. "Tough crowd all of a sudden." He picks up his fallen gun off the floor and walks over to the space it's kept, mounting it on the wall.
He turns back towards you, hands on his hips. You and Riley continue staring. "Well, as fun as you two are post-coital," Soap's eyes widen comically as he says this, "I'm going home to take a fucking nap." He taps his pockets for his phone and keys before heading towards the armory door.
You hear the snick of the lock, followed by the door opening.
"It's been real!" Soap calls out before disappearing. The door closes behind him, and you're left in silence.
You and Riley are both still for a moment. You have no idea what to do.
Riley suddenly lets out a long, loud exhale before he places his hands on his knees and pushes himself to standing. His hulking size towers over you, even from several feet away. You steal a look at his crotch and notice he's still definitely a bit hard.
"So—" You start.
"Report to my office at 8 a.m. sharp tomorrow, Lieutenant," Riley says, straightening the gun strapped to his waist. He finally looks at you, his eyes already returning to their melancholy baseline. "We have work to do, remember?"
Anger flashes through you like a spark of fire on dry grass. "How dare you speak to me like that when I—"
"Have a good night off, Lieutenant," Riley interjects, already walking towards the door. He places a hand on the handle and glances back at you. "I don't imagine you'll be having many dreams tonight. Must get tiring being such a fucking slut."
And then he leaves you there, alone.
The armory looks untouched, save for the random chair in the middle of the room. Whoever walked in next would have no idea what happened here. It's almost like it never happened at all. Now that you're alone, in the aftermath of Riley being so easily cold, you're almost wondering if it even did.
You turn to pick up the gun that you never got to put away. You grimace, suddenly furious with the whole world. With those Undead at the schools, the Undead woman with the gun, with Soap, with General Moorehouse, with Meara fucking O'Sullivan.
With Riley.
With Ghost.
Get up, Lieutenant. You're dismissed.
You're furious.
You stalk towards the armory's door, dumping the gun on the chair as you pass by.

*End of Chapter Six*