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

Chapter Nine: All Yours

  It's there, in the middle of a random alleyway in a part of the city you don't know, that Lieutenant Riley starts eating you out in earnest.
  His tongue is rough on your clit, as if he can't taste it enough, and his massive hands squeeze and pull on your ass so hard that you're sure they'll leave bruises. You can't stop moaning—it's as if he's turned a switch on inside of you and you don't have the access to turn it off.
  "Oh my god," You groan, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the wall. "Just like that, that's exactly how I want you, Ghost."
  Riley starts sucking on your clit while flicking his tongue at the same time, making your legs tremble involuntarily. You stifle a scream—not sure how close by the next living person could be—but he slaps your ass so hard that you're sure anyone within a half mile radius can hear it.
  He takes one hand off your ass, moves his mouth away, and inserts two fingers in you, and you nearly push off the wall with the satisfaction of being filled by him, even in this way. He meets your jerky moves in stride, his free hand gripping your hip and pushing you forward, holding you in place. His fingers move deep inside of you and curve, hitting just the right spot, making you buck your hips. His grip is insanely strong, and you barely move an inch. He keeps his fingers deep, pressing the spot several times. You think you might be seeing stars.
  He removes his fingers, reaching that arm around you so his palm is cupping your pubic bone, and his middle finger starts to rub your clit as his mouth takes the rest of your pussy. His tongue licks and enters you over and over again, and you let the side of your face completely press into the wall so you can put a hand on his hand, trying to push him deeper. He groans, the vibrations of his voice increasing the pleasure, and you're so lost in the sensations that you distantly feel tears tracking down your face. Real fucking tears.
  "If you keep doing this I'm going to come," You whine, moving your ass back so you're on his face even more. He lets out another moan, and you feel all of it, followed by the sharp slap of his hand on your ass. "I'm going to come all over your fucking face, Riley, do you want that?"
  Riley keeps his middle finger on your clit as his mouth comes off of you, and you almost scream in frustration, at the loss of him on and inside you.
  "I do want my face to be drenched by your fucking pussy," Riley says, his breath hard. "But I want my cock to be, first."
He starts massaging your ass again with one hand, taking his finger away from your clit and bringing his other hand back around, and running the tips of his fingers lightly along the back of your thigh.
He leans back into you and licks your clit again, hard and slow. "Can I fuck you, baby?" His voice takes on the pleading tone that it had when you told him to beg. You feel a tiny breeze from his breath on the wetness of your pussy, and it gives you goosebumps.
"Will you let me?" He rasps. "I promise I'll be good."
You take the hand that's on the back of his head and feel around his skull, running your fingers over his covered eyes and stop when you feel his lips, which are slightly parted. His lips are soft and wet. This small realization makes your clit throb.
You take your first two fingers and touch his lips again, pushing ever so slightly until he parts them more. You dip your fingers into his mouth, and he moans onto them, his tongue licking them and his mouth closing so he can start to suck.
As your fingers enter his mouth, he takes his own fingers that were grazing your thigh and puts two in your pussy. "Oh, fuck," You breathe.
You start slowly inching your fingers out of his mouth and then push them softly back in. You do this twice, and then you start to feel Riley mimic you with his fingers in your pussy. You finger fuck each other, and your free hand comes off the wall and starts massaging your breast. After a moment you reach under your shirt, past the gun strapped there, and pull down your bra, alternating between squeezing your breast and running a finger lightly over your nipple, the sensations running right to your throbbing clit.
As if he can feel what you feel, Riley brings the hand that was squeezing your ass around to where the other one was before, palming your pussy so he can massage your clit. He moves to the rhythm of your fingers in his mouth, and it's almost like your fucking yourself, Riley acting as the conduit.
He begins to suck on your fingers harder, his tongue flattening, begging for you to push in deeper. You oblige, your fingers nearing the back of his mouth, and he lets out a strangled groan as he pushes his fingers deep inside of you, making you groan in return.
"You're a fucking mad man," You whisper. You feel his lips pull into a smile, and you push your fingers a little deeper and press on his tongue, making him gag before you take out your fingers completely. Before he releases you in return, he digs his fingers into you and hooks them, making you cry out before he pulls away.
I guess I deserved that.
You push off the wall, taking your hand off your breast and you turn around. Your pants are down to your knees, and you keep one hand on Riley's head for balance as you pull them off over your boots. It's so fucking dark in this alleyway you don't even care—it's not like anyone can see you, not even yourself. You crouch so you're face to face with Riley. You know that he knows you're right there, because his hand slips around your waist. You can barely make out his lips, but you see the wetness of them.
You move from a crouch to a kneel, and he's much taller than you, just like he is when you're standing. You put one hand around the back of his neck and make him lean forward, until your faces are inches apart.
"Don't make me ask you again," He whispers, his breath hot.
"I thought you liked begging?" You ask, tilting your head to one side as your other hand deftly finds his bulging crotch. He takes a sharp intake of breath as you start rubbing his cock over his pants.
"Let me fuck you," He pleads. Your thumb finds the button of his pants, and you pop it open, then use your thumb and index finger to pull down his zipper. You find the waistband of his boxers and slip your hand in, your fingers and palm finding his cock. His skin is warm and soft. You both let out a sigh, and you start slowly jerking him off.
"Take it off," You whisper.
"Take what off?"
"The mask," You say slowly, tightening your hand on his cock. "I want to see those eyes while you fuck me."
It's a shot in the dark. You're positive he'll say no, or perhaps even stop you completely. Asking this question might turn him off completely—you have no idea.
But you have to try.
Instead of answering, you feel Riley press his lips to your mouth. You still have a mask on, and you almost smile at how the tables have turned since this morning. You continue sliding your hand up and down his cock, the head of his dick pressing into your stomach despite the layers of fabric between your skin.
As he kisses you, you feel his hand find the bottom of your mask. He starts to lift it up over your head, and from one moment to the next you go from feeling his lips through the mask to nothing baring you at all. You gasp when you feel his lips on yours, his mouth hot and tasting vaguely of your pussy. The hand you have on the back of his neck slides down to cup the side of it, and he takes both of his hands to cup your face and hold you still, taking the lead as he kisses you deeply.
You move together, kneeling on pavement as you jerk him off, and when you move your hand to caress his cheek you realize you don't feel any fabric there. Your heart nearly stops as you move your hand up to his temple, and feel nothing but skin. You roam to his scalp and feel nothing but buzzed hair.
He took the fucking mask off, you realize in absolute disbelief.
You feel a smile in his kiss, and he moves off you to whisper, "Don't get used to it, little Crow," Before enveloping your mouth once again. You sigh into his mouth and get lost in him, kissing him so deeply you aren't sure how you would ever stop.
After a few moments you take your hand off his head and put it on his chest, pushing him softly. He takes the hint and starts moving back, coming off his knees, transitioning slowly to lay down, you following him the entire way, your lips barely ever parting and your hand never ceasing to jerk him off.
You finally let his dick go and hover over his thighs, pulling his pants down to his knees before you climb over him, your pussy hovering above his cock.
"How do you want this, Ghost?" You ask, feeling his cock twitch against the inside of your thigh. You pull your shirt over your head and remove your bra.
You cannot make out a single thing on his face, but now that the mask isn't shadowing his eyes, you can see his sunken gaze reflecting off what little light the stars high above have to offer. When you start to unclasp the holster for the gun strapped to your torso, he puts a gentle hand on you.
"Keep that on." He says gruffly. You give him a wicked smile, even though you're almost positive he can't see it.
He sits up for a moment and takes his own shirt off, and you can't see much beyond pale skin and lines of black ink. You lay your hands on his stomach and feel the muscle there, your grin growing wider.
"You're fucking hot." You say.
"I know." He replies, suddenly gripping your hip with one hand while his other hand reaches for his cock, holding it upright. You look into his dark eyes and see a wildness you've never seen before. Your clit throbs in response.
He leans forward and brings his mouth to your breast, licking your nipple as he starts to rub his cock. You stay hovering above him, your pussy so wet you wonder if you might drip on him. His fingers are tight on your hip, keeping you in place.
He licks and kisses your breast for a few moments before he moves on to the other, and he lightly bites your nipple when you let out a moan of satisfaction.
"I'm so empty, Ghost," You say, your hands on his massive shoulders. "Can you fill me the way I need you to?"
He sucks on your breast roughly before letting it go.
"I can be everything you need and more, baby," He says, taking his hand off his cock and putting it on the ground behind him, using it as leverage as he thrusts upwards into your pussy.
You cry out, leaning into him. His cock is huge, but you're so turned on that you take him in perfectly—he slides into you like he's belonged there the entire time.
Any emptiness you had felt before has evaporated, like it never existed to begin with.
He pulls out slightly before he dips deep into you again, and you both moan this time.
When he pulls out again, you move your hands from his shoulders to his lower stomach and push him down onto the ground. "I can't stand even an inch of you being outside of me," You say hoarsely. "Be a good little bitch and lay there while I use your cock."
Riley takes the hand he had on the ground and wraps it around your waist, keeping his other hand on your hip and he lays back down, your hips hinging as your body moves with him. He puts his mouth to your ear and whispers: "That's exactly what I want, you stupid slut."
You feel a flash of rage so you press your mouth to his, kissing him roughly a few times before you bite him so hard you think you may have drawn a little blood. He grunts and takes the arm he had wrapped around your waist and loosens it, spanking your ass.
His hit was a little too hard, so you lift off his mouth sharply to slap him in the face. Though you can't make out the details of his features, there's no mistaking his head jerking to one side. You hear him let out a mirthless laugh before he looks back at you, his dark eyes glittering.
"Unfortunately for you," He taunts. "I love that shit."
"Sick bastard," You say, though you move one of your fingers to start rubbing your clit, the feeling of his cock inside you too much to ignore.
You let out a shuddered exhale and start moving your hips, refusing to come off of Riley's cock even a little bit. You grind on him, feeling the tip hit your spot over and over again. You feel him prop himself on his elbows to watch you better. Your pussy is so wet that you feel slickness on your thighs and his stomach and hips, and after a moment you feel his hand release your hip and swat your finger away from your clit, his fingers splayed on your stomach as his thumb starts rubbing.
"That's a good girl," Riley chokes out, sounding as though he's teetering on the edge of release. "Use my fucking cock. Just like that, yes. Open your eyes, baby,"
You open them and meet his. His eyes are heavy, hooded, and he's looking at you from the top of them, his gaze lazy but full of desire. God, you wish you could actually see his damn face.
"That's it," He says as you move on him, and it feels so good that you start almost whimpering despite yourself. "That's it, this is perfect. Just keep those pretty eyes on me. Ride my cock just like that—fuck—take everything that you need. Use it all, baby."
Your hands slide up your sides and find your breasts, you start squeezing and massaging and pinching them as you ride Riley's cock. He fingers your clit and slaps your ass dutifully, like the good little slut he promised he would be. He's giving everything to you, letting you have all the pleasure you could ever need. You want to come so badly but you won't, you refuse, you can't let this end—
"You have the prettiest, tightest cunt," Riley says, rubbing your clit even harder. You gasp and let out a full whimper this time, your mouth wide open as you stare into his eyes. "I love the way you fuck me, baby. Yes, I want that sweet cunt to come all over this cock. Can you do that for me? Can you come on this cock?"
You're so close to coming that you know if you don't stop now, it'll all be over in seconds. So you take one of your hands off your breast and reach it behind you, reaching down, taking Riley's balls in your hand and squeezing—hard.
He gasps in pain before letting out a curse, the hand that was on your clit flying up to your throat. He holds your neck and lifts you up, your hand involuntarily letting go of his balls.
You laugh and lift your head up and backwards, coming out of his chokehold. You raise yourself off his dick.
"How's that for a cunt?" You sneer, slapping him in the face again, his head jerking to the opposite side of before.
Good thing he wears a mask, because he'll be having bruises on his face tomorrow.
Riley's eyes snap towards you and his hand grabs your throat again, pulling you close to his face. Your tongue darts out and you lick his lips, and he lets out a groan, lowering his arm an inch so your mouth falls onto his. You kiss passionately for a few seconds before he lifts you off.
"You want to be like this?" He growls.
"Yes," You hiss. "I want to be fucked."
You suddenly feel him release your throat and put his first two fingers in your mouth, his thumb and other two fingers holding your face tight. He pushes you backwards, sitting up. "Turn around then." He says gruffly, pushing you off him so he can come onto his knees again.
He takes his fingers out of your mouth so you can turn around. He keeps a hand on your back and pushes you roughly down when you try to straighten. "Keep your knees and elbows on the ground, Crow," He commands.
You do as he says, biting your lip as you feel him kneel behind you, his cock slipping through your folds and resting against your clit. He leans over and puts his fingers back in your mouth, his grip just as firm as before.
"Are you gonna be a good little slut and take this cock?"
You nod.
"Speak up Lieutenant," He snaps. "I don't like repeating myself."
You lick his fingers and suck them, making his breath stutter. "What was that, Riley?"
You pitch forward as he slaps your ass again, hard.
"You're going to leave bruises, you fucking asshole." You complain, though the words are somewhat jumbled. He presses his fingers deeper and harder into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
"Good." He says, and you feel the head of his cock against your entrance. Oh god, yes. "I want you to feel me in every fucking move you make tomorrow."
He pushes inside you, and you both moan with pleasure. He starts sliding in and out of you, slowly at first, and then he goes deeper, harder. You realize somewhere along the way that you're practically yelling from moaning so loud.
"That's right, baby," Riley rasps, close to your ear. "Take this fucking dick."
He pulls his fingers from your mouth, wraps your braids in his hand, and pulls, your head angling backwards. You almost come up onto your hands but he thrusts into you hard, making you lurch forward. Your hair pulls on your scalp in a satisfying pain. "Stay on those fucking elbows," He demands.
You distantly realize that your knees and elbows are being scraped from the friction of the pavement, but the pleasure is too intense to care. After a few more thrusts, Riley pulls out of you for a moment. "Stay where you are," He says and loosens his hold on your hair. You hear the sound of fabric rustling, and then you feel his thigh graze your ass. He's kneeling on one knee and now has one leg propped up in a lunge.
"Oh, you're going real deep, are you?" You ask as he wraps your hair around his hand again.
He guides his cock in without any hands. "Yes, I am." He breathes, and hits home.
He fucks you from behind roughly, desperately, as if he's been waiting his entire life to do this. He uses your hair like reins, keeping your body close so you can't be pushed away from the force.
You take him completely, your pussy tightening on his cock and making him grunt like a wild animal. "You like fucking me, Ghost?"
He suddenly changes his rhythm to be even faster, and you scream in pleasure. I'll take that as a yes.
"Are you going to come, Riley?" You ask between your cries of pleasure, your voice whiney. "Are you going to let me feel that hot cum in this tight cunt?"
"Oh," Riley moans, and you feel him start to shudder. "Fuck you," He pulls out almost immediately, his breath hard. He releases your hair and smacks your ass, though it's somewhat feeble compared to before. "Fuck you."
You come up off your elbows and turn around, straightening. You push your ass onto his dick as you twist completely, bringing a hand to his cheek and angling his face so you can catch him in a kiss. His cock is still rock hard and throbbing.
You break the kiss. "Edging yourself?"
He kisses you again before he replies. "I want to look into your eyes when I come." He says, and his hand comes around to palm your pussy again. He rubs your clit slowly, lazily. You nearly crumple at his touch, your legs shaking.
You lick his lips and then kiss them, your tongue finding his. You kiss slowly, loudly, sloppily, for several minutes, his cock rock hard against your backside throughout it all, your clit throbbing as he touches you expertly.
When you feel as though your seconds from coming, you break the kiss and put a hand lightly on his veiny forearm, stopping him. "Put your mask back on," You say. "I want to see the skull when I come."
He breaks away from you to put it on, and you turn around before bringing yourself to lay down, your legs spread open. You take your crumpled clothes on the ground beside you and stuff them together, slipping them under your lower back. You want to make sure he has the best angle possible.
You lay down and the pavement is freezing and rough on your back, but you just don't care. You don't give a fuck. You can't find it in you to give a fuck at all.
He comes to hover over you, and you can barely make out the skull in the darkness. His eyes are shadowed again.
That won't do.
"Don't move," You whisper and reach beneath your lower back, your fingers fumbling on your clothes until you feel the mass that is your phone. You pull it out, tapping the button to turn it on.
"You want to make a movie, Crow?" Riley asks, humor and surprise in his voice.
"No, not tonight," You reply, swiping until you find the button you're looking for. You angle the phone away from his eyes as the flashlight flicks on. "But I do want to get my money's worth."
You put the phone on the ground, screen down, a foot or so above your head. The flashlight provides shit lighting when it's basically pointed at the sky, but it's just enough for you to see Riley's face more clearly. You can see the mask, and you can see his eyes.
"Perfect," You say. You reach your hands to touch his hips, pulling them towards you. "Now show me what a god feels like."
"I like the sound of that," Riley rasps, and his cock nudges your pussy. You bite your lip, closing your eyes at the anticipation.
No one has filled you like this. No one has fucked you like this. No one has made you so wet, made you feel like you can completely lose control. No one has fucked you in an alleyway, and no one has made you feel like the only woman in the world.
But Riley has. Riley has.
He pushes into you and your pussy immediately contracts on him, making you both groan. You open your eyes and see the glow of his. They're hooded, and they look even deeper set into his face with the shadows.
"I love those eyes," You moan as he fucks you slowly, taking his precious time.
The way he's fucking you now is not like when you were on top of him, using his body to satiate the hunger that had been growing in you. It's not like when he was hitting you from behind, making you feel every sliver of his desire for you. He's dipping his cock into you now in a methodical way, showing you how badly he wants you—how badly he needs you. He's proving to you how perfect he is, how he fits you just right, how you've been made to take him. You can feel every inch of his cock, feel every minor detail that you noticed so intimately when he was fucking himself with you and Soap. 
"Come at the same time as me," He whispers, his eyes an inferno of darkness.
"Yes," You breathe, and he shifts his weight onto one hand as the other finds your clit again.
You moan as he starts rubbing you—perfect as always—and your eyes shift over to his supporting arm. You nearly come on sight at the way his arm looks, the muscles of flexing, his bicep large and the tricep muscle popping out with the effort of holding him up. His arms are so fucking veiny, and it turns you on.
"You like my arms, Crow?" He asks, following your eyes.
"Yes," Is all you can say, and you lift your head to kiss his forearm, once, twice. You run your tongue along one of the veins, and he laughs. He doesn't stop pushing inside you.
"One day you can come into my office," He says, keeping the methodical pace. "You can shut the door. You can sit yourself on the armrest and ride my fucking arm until my fingers are wrinkled from how wet you are."
You pull your head away from his arm and lay it back down on the ground, moaning. "Tomorrow?" You ask, your hips starting to writhe from the intense pleasure.
"Every day of the fucking week," He says, his voice becoming husky with effort. "I'm yours. I'm your little fucking slut. You want to come on your little slut? You want to come all over this fucking cock?"
Your mouth is open in a silent 'o', your orgasm only moments away, your body is trembling from the deep and slow thrust of his hips, the way his thumb is touching your clit just right.
"Yes," Riley groans. "Yes, you keep that fucking mouth propped open, don't you say another fucking word. That's such a good girl. You're so good for me, aren't you? Just look into my eyes—just like that."
And you do. You look into those hooded, lazy, sunken eyes, the eyes that usually hold all the sadness in the world but are now swimming in the deepest desire, searching yours for the release you both crave.
You can feel your orgasm coming, it's going to come in seconds, and he's still fucking you in that slow, deep way, hitting your spot just right, his thumb only needs to run over your clit a couple more times—
"Come inside me," You say, begging him. You place a hand on his throat and squeeze the sides. "Be a good little slut and fill me up, Ghost, please."
"Fuck—yes," Riley cries. His moans are whines and whimpers now, absolutely pathetic and the hottest thing you've ever fucking heard.
His thrusts are so deep, so desperate, that you can feel your back getting scratched up from the pavement, but it only makes everything feel that much better. You feel a scream building up in your throat, and you look right into his eyes.
"Press on my clit, Ghost," You beg, knowing it's just what you need to finish.
"I don't answer to you," Riley snaps, repeating the phrase you've said to each other more times than you count.
"Yes, you do," You say, squeezing his throat even harder. "And you're going to do as you're told. Now fucking press my clit and come inside this perfect cunt."
"That's a good girl," Riley purrs, his eyes glittering, and he comes off his supporting hand for just for a moment to slap you in the face, just as his thumb presses your clit in the perfect spot.
Your release finds you—hard—and in the same moment you feel him thrust deep, and his cock throbs so fast and hard as you feel every bit of his cum spilling inside you. You orgasm together, your eye contact never breaking though your own body writhes and his shakes, both of you moaning so loud you think it might echo.
Your shared orgasm lasts for several seconds, both of you coming down at the same time, breathing in the same labored, overwhelmed way.
"Holy fuck," You say, and you realize tears are streaming down your face again. You can't find it in you to be embarrassed.
"Fuck." Is all Riley can say, but he uses the hand that slapped you with to wipe the tears away, his touch shockingly gentle. When he's done he places his hand beside your head for support.
You both breathe in silence for a few more moments, Riley's thumb coming off your clit so he can rest that hand on the other side of your head, both arms flexing above you now. He looks away from you, presumably at nothing, trying to catch his breath. He keeps his dick inside you, and you don't mind.
You admire the beauty of him for a few seconds, from his eyes to his arms to chest to his stomach, before you take your hand off his throat and reach for your phone.
"You're perfect," You tell him, and his eyes flick to meet your gaze as you bring your phone to hover just beyond him, where you can see it but not have the flashlight blind his eyes.
"It's all for you," He says between breaths. "I'm all fucking yours."
You press the button to turn the flashlight off and you're plunged into darkness again, his eyes becoming shadowed once more.

*End of Chapter Nine*