Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

11. Happy tears

You lose yourself to the sound of Ghost licking along your swollen cunt. To the feeling of his teeth gently digging into your inner thighs every now and then. His big, warm hand on your abdomen and his long fingers still interlocked with yours. Soon your other hand joins in, both now holding onto his tightly, his grip fixating both with ease.

"Y-yes please...all ngh-night..."

He looks up your body, his mask making his head feel even more hot than it already is. Your head is tilted towards the window, eyes shut and your open mouth moaning his name.
He enjoys the view as he  moves his index- and middle finger towards his mouth to wet them, slowly, slowly sliding them inside your opening. Both hands of yours tightening even more now around his, nails digging into his skin. He smiles as he continues kissing your clit and begins to move his fingers in- and out.

"Ooohh my god yes, i love that, please don't stop..." you whimper, clearly enjoying his thick digits inside of you.
His pace quickens, now sucking on your nub. Your hands quickly move to cover your face, muffled moaning following as you press your thighs together on his head.

You hear a deep moan coming from him, you feel it vibrate on your pussy.

"Fuuuck, Simon!" You moan as you place your hands back onto the blanket and look downwards to where his face is, doing the work with his eyes shut tightly.

You want to play with his hair. You want to grab his head and feel all of him on you. You ask yourself if he'd let you hold the back of his head in this position, pressing it closer to your core. Having your fingers intertwined already felt...weirdly intimate. Weirdly more intimate than this man literally eating you out right now. And you feel like his mask keeps that certain distance to this moment, to what you're doing. It feels too intruding, just touching his head like that, considering this man must have a good reason to hide it away from the world.

"What are you thinking about, tiny pearl..." his words snap you out of your thoughts.
"If i...uhm...I...your mask..."
He wipes his lips with his thumb as he stops licking.
"What about it..."
"I was... Am i allowed to touch it? Like...Hold it? Y-your head..."
"If you're allowed?"
"Yes..." you whisper, a tiny smile now covering your face.
It's quiet for a second, slow jazz playing in your living room still.
" 's long as you don't pull it off"
"Promise" you chuckle, when Ghost starts using his thumb to play with your clit, turning your chuckle into a moan. Continuing like he did before, you take your chance and softly, carefully place your hand on his mask.

The material is thick, yet very flexible & soft. You feel like holding on to something holy and decide to not apply any pressure just yet, only feeling his head now moving slightly up and down.

Minutes go by like this, as your phone suddenly rings, Toxic by Britney Spears blasting through the room.

"What in the--" the brit calls out.
"FUCK" you shout as the sudden, loud ringtone startles you.

Grace has put it as her personal ringtone on your phone, always letting you now beforehand that it's her calling you when it plays.

"Fucking classic that is" she said as she did so a few months ago.

"I'm so sorry!" You squeak as you get up, your thighs sticking together from all the wetness, and walk towards your phone to quickly decline and put  it on mute. Checking the time you see that its close to 4 in the morning now, holy christ. You hear Ghost clear his throat behind you as you hastily type a message to Grace.

"All good here! We're fucking! See you tomorrow xxxxxx"

As you put your phone aside you feel so embarassed, you don't even want to turn around again to face him. Taking a deep breath you do and smile awkwardly, slowly tip toeing towards your bed where he is sitting upwards now.

"I'm sorry" You mumble.
"Was important?" he replies
"N-no, nothing important. All good" Ghost squeezes your thighs which are in front of his face now with you standing there like that.
"What about you love, all good? How's the headache?" he whispers with a slight rasp to it
"Oh that one," you giggle shyly, "Gone. Definitely. Thank you for asking"

It's crazy to you how thoughtful he is.

"Course."

He pulls down his mask and strokes your underwear, which you were still wearing. The whole time he just had it moved aside, which you find pretty hot.

He gets up and you once again feel so small. He takes a few steps forward and starts whispering into your ear
"I'm rock-hard for you, sweet dancer. Am I still the one taking the lead? Will you let me fuck you until we both collapse right there on your bed and you'll still be thinking 'bout me on your next show?"

Holy crap.

He is absolutely breathtaking. Everything about him.
You want to lock him up and keep him, have him wait for you at home every night and treat you this way.

"Already will be..." you manage to whisper after swallowing hard at his words.
"Yea? Got me burned in your head?"
"Pretty certain I do"
"I like the sound of that" he breathes out before moving his hands down his underwear and pulling out his cock.

You're too intimitated to look down. You want to, of course, but you just can't. Not yet.

He begins stroking it and your smile widens, looking up into his dark, tired eyes.

"There will be no kissing?" You ask innocently, followed by a tsk-sound coming from Ghost.
"I'm afraid not"
You frown. You're disappointed, but not surprised.
"Okay" you mumble, clearly sad at his answer.

With a quick move, he turns you around and keeps his hand on your abdomen, pressing you against his boner. Face next to your ear.
"You're frowning?" He whispers, still stroking his length.
"N-no!...Yes but...it was to be expected...right?"
"Right..." he says dryly as his voice now turns more shakily and breathy.

"Get on the bed" his words snap through the silence growing. You turn around and quickly do, stripping off your underwear and tossing it across the room. He grabs the condom and opens it, putting it on in one swift motion. Now you saw it.

Of course he was large.
Of fucking course.

You lay down on your back and open your legs, ready for him to do whatever he wants to you. You'd let this man ruin you. Anything.

"Missionary?" he mutters.
You think about his question, not understanding whats so odd about it.
"Is there a problem?"
He moves closer as he slowly turns you on your side, laying down on his side behind you as well and carefully lifting your leg up a little.
"You fine with that?" he whispers
"S-sure...it's one of my favourit----" you can't even finish your sentence as his tip slips inside of you after hearing your "sure".

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you whimper softly as he puts 2 of his fingers into your mouth, letting you bite on them.
"Take it, love...You can take it. I know you can." His length filling you so good already. His dick definitely fit the definition of a thick cock.

You feel tears crawling up again, good tears. Happy tears. You're truly having the best-shag-of-your-life tears.

"F-fhck mmmhh-me" you speak out with his fingers still in your mouth.

And so he does, pushing his whole length into you.