Call of Duty Imagines: Captain Price

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(Another fully-sour chapter. If lemons aren't your thing, consider skipping this chapter or reading one of my other PG chapters)

You landed on top of him, hands wandering his broad chest and defined abs, carefully tracing each muscle with ginger fingertips. He was already breathing hard; you could feel his ribs expanding under your touch. 

"It's not often I get to take off the boss hat," he purred, meeting your lips for a kiss. His large hands caressed each soft curve, holding you close with strong arms.

You pushed him back to the desk before pulling his shirt off and pinning his hands above his head as you went in for another kiss. "It's fun for me to be in charge every now and then." You kissed down his neck, focusing briefly on his pulsing jugular, and releasing his hands as you continued to slide down his body.

His blue eyes were keenly trained on you as you unfascened his belt and he felt his breath catch in his throat when you pulled his zipper down with your teeth. "Just be nice to me; great power comes with great responsibility don't you know?"

Your eyes raised to his from under your alluring lashes, a smirk creeping across your mouth. "I won't hurt you, if that's what you're implying."

"No, I just mean-!" He gasped, your tongue rolling across his tip still trapped in the confines of his boxers. "Ah... I mean don't be too mean to me."

You cocked a brow. Too mean? That sounded like a challenge. You put your foot on the desk and leaned over him, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. "You need a safe word, then?"

"I'm quite fond of 'pineapple,' if you must know."

You pulled him closer for one more kiss, your tongue racing across his to tease him before quickly retreating, kissing down his body slowly. Your lips wandered him for every place that could make chills run up his spine, pausing on his nipples and then his belly, feeling his back arching just slightly at each brush of your tongue. It was enticing, feeling a man a third bigger than you and easily twice as strong falling tender under your touch. 

John closed his eyes, humming contentedly. One of your hands was on his chest, the other lingering on his side as your kisses dropped lower, lower, lower. His fingers curled over the edge of the desk, bracing as your teeth grazed his belly and grasped the waistband of his underwear.

You pulled his boxers down and his cock stood bobbing at attention. Your tongue passed over your lips just before you hoovered a kiss over it, feeling him flinch. "Easy, baby, I haven't even gotten started," you chuckled, kissing it a little more purposefully this time. Your tongue rolled softly around it, caressing its ridges and veins, finally pressing tightly to it as you sucked it deeper into your mouth. He was panting and you descended further down, humming on his shaft. He felt the vibrations, you could tell by the way he gripped the desk, and you smiled. You grasped his balls in your hand, stroking them as you continued to suckle on his thick member.

"Ohhhh, fuck..." He hissed in a short breath, trying to maintain his composure as you picked up your pace. His back arched higher and higher, his mouth gaping and eyes closed in ecstasy, and finally... 

With a wet "mwah," you released him, loosening your grip on his balls. "Ah-ah," you corrected with a playful giggle. "I'm not done with you yet."

John growled and pulled you closer to hug you, his muscular arms tightening around your shoulders. "Fuck me, I didn't realize you were into edging."

"Oh, you haven't seen edging yet..." 

You rose up onto the desk, straddling him, and he pulled at your pants to reveal your panties. "Oh my God..." His eyes lifted with a lustful glint. "Red? When did you get these?"

"Last night before I came home." You kissed his face, smiling as he worked them off. "You like them?"

"I love them." He hummed in your ear, gasping softly when you leaned back, balancing lightly on the tip of his cock. As he grasped your hips to ease you down onto him, you pinned his hands back to the desk.

"I'm in charge, remember?" You kissed his nose and sat up again, contracting your muscles around him. He groaned, holding your hands on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat getting faster and you rocked your hips back and forth, urging another gasp into his lungs. 

He looked up at you with a soft gaze. "More, honey..? Please?"

That plea almost made you feel weak. Was he playing it up? Maybe so, but damn, he was good at it. You leaned back and his length sank into you. He sat up, muscles rigid with pleasure, and you pushed him back down. 

"Goddamn, that's tight..." he moaned. Feeling you contracting more quickly, his hips began thrusting, gently at first, then began to gain more and more speed. He grasped your forearms, closing his eyes as another, louder moan swelled in his chest. 

You held his hips with your hands, holding him still so you could ride him a little more easily. He grunted with each bounce, and soon his hips were flexing involuntarily. You knew he was about to cum but you didn't stop, continuing to ride him with faster, shorter strokes, and he gripped your back, muffling his cry in your neck.

You were already oozing white, but you weren't done with him still. "You want to feel me cum, baby?"

He was panting frantically, fingers hooking into your back. "Oh God, you're not done?" John stayed doubled up on you as you continued to ride him. His moans turned to whimpers, releasing the occasional cry into your breasts. "Baby... Baby, please, we have to stop, someone might hear..!" His mouth gaped as he felt himself building into another orgasm, clinging tightly to you.

You yourself were whimpering, feeling his swollen cock throbbing inside you. You grabbed a handful of his hair, holding his head against you. The way he had pressed his hips into you allowed your clit to rub on him, and you were so damn close. You continued your pace, feeling his body shutter with a third orgasm.

"Please cum already," he whimpered. "Please, I can't keep going, I'm gonna pass out..." John gasped sharply and bit your shoulder, stifling a loud pleasure cry as you picked up the pace, swiveling your hips to rub your clit on the base of his cock.

You were panting, gasping at the feeling of his teeth setting into your skin. "I know, I'm cumming... I'm cumming, baby..." Your nails dug into his back and finally, the swelling feeling in your belly burst, giving way to a trembling orgasm. You groaned, leaning into him harder as the feeling ebbed away into a blissful afterglow.

John, however, pressed his face into your neck, spending one last load inside you. His chest was heaving and he held you in a strong embrace, fighting desperately to control his breathing. "Fuck... Oh my God..." He kissed your cheek tenderly, breathing out a contented sigh. "I've never cum that many times..."

You kissed him back with a soothed chuckle. "I probably could have made you cum a few more times at home; it's a little hard in your office when I'm trying not to let everyone hear you."

He sat up, giving you a final squeeze before handing you back your clothes. "Well, you got me damn close... I'm actually a little surprised no one has heard us."

You zipped up your pants and turned around to refasten his belt. "Not that I would mind..." You flashed him a cheeky smile and he kissed you.

"Go on. You leave first and rejoin PT with the team, I'll be out shortly." 

You quietly closed the door behind you and adjusted your clothes so that laid straight on your frame. When you looked up toward the course, you froze in your tracks, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz standing huddled together. "... Yes, sirs?"

Ghost was smiling devilishly under his mask, eliciting quiet chuckles from the others. "So, you bagged the Captain..."