Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

12. Surprises

"...and when they grab your throat like that when you're shagging, from behind, oh goooooood!" Grace chuckles, you're both sitting tipsy in a bar.
"Yeah, right...But I feel like not many actually know how to do it right...They don't seem to know the difference between strangling someone and choking..."
You drag on your cigarette.
"That's when you show them how to do it right, darling."
"Grace, i am so ti-red of showing and explaining things...I need someone that knows their shit. I want my head empty, drooling for them...A good fuck like that every once in a while, please. Send me a man like that and i'll be the luckiest person on this planet."

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And luckiest person you are.
He certainly knows the difference. Ghost slowly fucking you from behind, with his veiny, big hand around your throat, applying pressure to the sides of it. It seems like he just knows your body and what you need. You listen to him grunt and you feel like you never want to hear anyone else moan again, only him. His tone hitting that certain spot in you that makes you want him more and more.

"So wet...Fuckin' hell you're soaking..." he moans, his hands moving down your chest and squeezing your boobs, still covered by your black silk top.
"Ouch! Ca-careful please..." in an instant his squeeze loosens, alert as he is.
" 'm sorry love"
"It's...fuck-" he still grinds into you, slowly.
"It's okay they're just...very sensitive right now..."

Suddenly, a shudder runs down your back. Your period. Your boobs have been swollen and sensitive all day, but with the headache you had when you entered your place and that weird gut feeling-----
You look down onto your white sheets and him steadily fucking you.

Stains.

There's dark stains everywhere.

No fucking way.

"Oh m-my god..." you whisper, Ghost having his masked forehead pressed against your back with his hands around your stomach now, not stopping.

Sweat rolls down your neck, you tense up, which he registers.

"You 'right love?" He pants, now getting to a halt.

"I...fuck Ghost i'm so sorry" you sobered up completely by now and a thousand thoughts start creeping through your head. This was supposed to be perfect. This one thing. Life can continue to stress you out tomorrow but grant you this one, perfect night.

"What...is it?" the man questions, not knowing what you're playing at.

You get up slowly and stand there, first not knowing what to do now. He looks at you looking onto the sheets, looking down himself now and seeing the dark bloodstains covering your blanket.

His head tilts back to you and his hand scratches the back of his head.

"It's...Yeah, to get it proper out your sheets...Should probably wash them right away..." he mutters

Thats...the first thing he thinks about?

You were so embarassed right now. There wasn't even time for you to celebrate not being pregnant, with all the shame you felt in this moment. Also now knowing that your period had started, you do feel some cramps incoming.

"I'm...sorry i will just...uhm...Y-you're right" you mumble as you walk towards the bed, arms crossed. He gets up, his cock still hard, and starts unzipping your sheets.

"N-no let me..." but before you finish your sentence he has them already pulled off your blanket, standing there now with his tall figure, cock pointing towards you & bloody sheets in his hand.

You laugh at this view.

"Find it funny?" He says with a slightly amused tone himself.

You nod and apologize, taking the sheets from him.

"Little bit." You say, making your way to the bathroom to put it in the washing machine and start the program. You look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. What time is it anyways? It was starting to get brighter outside, you could tell.
So is this it then? This was the night?

You don't even want to think about it.

He approaches you in the bathroom, fully naked with only his balaclava on.

You look away, to the toilet, the shower, anywhere really to not meet his gaze.

His hand finds your abdomen again, applying a soft pressure and moving in small circles. The warmth of it easing your tenseness and calming you.

"Would you like to go on? What d'ya think?" he whispers in your hair, standing behind you.

"I...you don't mind?"

"Dear...you know my occupation by now right? What I see every day...it's nothin...This..."

You nod shakily as you suddenly feel something warm on your shoulder. Your breath stops for a second.

His lips.
He was kissing your shoulder.

You didn't even notice him moving his mask up to do so. You feel like you're about to faint. They were wet & warm. Giving you 2, 3 kisses on your shoulder.

"M-maybe...maybe in the shower?" You stutter.
"Sounds good" he whispers.
"The mask..." you start to ask, Simon interrupting you
"We'll just continue like before...from behind. No problem."

How you want to keep him. You don't want the sun to rise. You don't want him gone, probably never seeing him again. You don't like the thought of that at all.

You nod and walk towards the shower, adjusting the temperature whilst sliding your robe and silk top off. It was a big shower with enough space for two. You just moved into this place, but feel like it really is your dream apartment. After years of eating shit and growing up poor yourself, this still feels surreal but you allow yourself to enjoy the luxurious place which you worked so hard for.

You get in, back facing him, and start by washing off the dried, smeared blood inbetween your thighs. The warm water helping you with the cramps you endure by now.

Simon following you inside, closes the  shower door and groans softly at the water rolling down his body. His hand touching your butt, stroking along the small tattoo you have there. A small rose with thorns.

"Cheeky" he says, moving his hand to his shaft and working on getting his dick hard and ready for you again.

"That one, yeah," you smile "got it when i was 18...still like it but...you know..."

"I like it" he replies, kissing your shoulder blade as you feel him position his cock on your entrance.

"Can i?" His voice breathes out, you silently nodding and facing the tiles in front of you.

"Words please, pearl..."

"Yes, Simon...I want to see you cum..."

His raspy voice lets out a chuckle
"Well, what about you love..."