Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

10. All night

You touch his arms and look up into his eyes. Sitting on the side of your bed, with his crotch right in front of your face, it was easy to tell what you wanted now.

You slowly came back out of your sleepy state and realize that this is an one time opportunity, so you better stay awake and use it.
As nice as it all feels, you don't think that its gonna be anything more than a one night stand.
Being in the military, he's probably always on the go. You didn't even know if he lives in this city.
You frown at that realization.

Not even in this city?

You snap out of it. What else do you expect? A man shows you some care one time and you immediately fall for him? No.

You carefully touch his thighs, feeling his hard muscles underneath. Looking up again you whisper "Simon I...I don't know what to do...to be honest...I...I feel a bit overwhelmed?"
He moves a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"I think I...want you to just...take the lead. Just fuck me. I'm sorry I...can you?" you smile nervously, your self-doubts getting the best of you again.

His answer follows, as he softly pushes you back down onto the bed and you close your eyes, hoping to get that little peace of mind back again that he gave you with his foot massage. You feel your bed shift as he sits down next to you. You keep your eyes closed.

You can hear him take off his turtleneck and open your eyes, definitely not planning on missing a glimpse of his back.

You froze.

His back was covered in scars, one very prominent and big, reaching over his rips towards his chest. It looks fucking rough.

He sits on the side of your bed, back facing you as he fixes his balaclava.

This scenery is too wild, you think.
Sitting here, after one of the longest weeks of your life, with a big scarred stranger who is ALSO wearing a skull balaclava, willing to let him do whatever he wants to you.

You start to smile now, putting it all together.

"Will the mask stay on?" You ask him cheekily, you already knew the answer.
"Afraid so" he replies, as he squeezes your thigh.
"Luv...you've got condoms on you?"

"Oh yes yes...of course! Could you check the nighstand right next to you? There's a...variety."

He pulls open the nightstand and looks at the different sizes you keep there, taking one of the bigger ones and placing it between you two.

You catch a glimpse of the packaging which tells you that its one of the large ones and you smile internally. Cherry on the fucking top.

He gets on his knees on the floor and spreads your legs, calloused hands stroking along your bare thighs.

"Want me to take the lead, yeah?"
the brit mutters as he slowly moves your panties aside.
"Yes please...I'll let you know if somethings too much...safeword's peach"

He chuckles as he lifts his mask a bit.

Wait, this is the first time you hear him chuckle.

Did you just manage to make this big intriguing man laugh? You feel a heat rising in your cheeks.

"Safeword's peach, i hear ya"

His large hands hold both your thighs as his warm tongue flicks along your clit. You let out a small gasp, as you dig your fingers into your blanket.

He starts off slow, carefully, trying to take in every reaction of your body to what he's doing. You arch your back, immediately feeling one of his warm hands resting on your abdomen now, applying soft pressure.

This is too good.

"Simon..." you moan, carefully looking down towards his face eating you out. He pulled his balaclava up to his nose, allowing you to see his wet lips and tongue gently caressing your slit. You instinctively grab his hand on your stomach and interlock your fingers with his.
He lets you.

You move on his mouth, riding his face basically with him still on his knees leaning over the side of your bed.

"Show me, darling" he mutters inbetween licks.

You let out a loud moan as his grip on your hand tightens.

"We could do this all night"