Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

13. The Comedown

Your cheek pressed against the wet tiles, his hands holding on to your waist as the smacking sounds of him fucking you fill the bathroom, water running down your back. You can feel your orgasm approaching.

You would love to take a look at his face. You're gonna go seperate ways afterwards anyways, so why the hell not just peek? You're curious.

You whine his name, he moans and grabs your wrist, securing it on your back right above your butt. Letting you know that he's still the one in control.

"Y-you're so big" you cry out, slowly losing your mind, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He knows you're close and so he keeps the pace, not changing a single thing. Because this is what he wants to witness. You melting right there in front of him. Whimpering for more.

You try to leave his tight grip, but he won't let go off your wrist.

"P-please n....need to touch myself..." words stumbling out your mouth.

"You want to come on me, yeah?"

You nod hastily.

He lets go of your wrist, carefully grabbing a hold of your hair now and slightly pulling.

You play with yourself, touching all the right spots, your climax approaching more and more listening to him grunt.

And then, it's there.
Faster than you would have expected.
You let out a cry and Simon pulls you by your throat close to him, your back now skin-to-skin on his steaming wet, hard torso.
You hear his breath shudder as he keeps his forehead on the back of yours again. You like that he does that a lot. Another weirdly super intimate gesture to you.

You cum on his cock, legs shaking and all. With the sensation slowly ebbing away, you come back to your senses. He was sliding out of you now. Did he cum too? You don't think he did. Worries knocking on your door again.

You pant and look down on the shower floor, the water going down the drain a light shade of red. Simon gets out of the shower to throw the condom in the bin, a light breeze entering the shower now with the door opened and him gone. You wonder how long its been. If it's bright outside already, there were no windows in your bathroom.

Time stood still here.

"You might want to wash now, no? I'll go after you" the british accent slides through the room.

Oh. Right.

"Yeah I will. Thank you." You reply.

He leaves the bathroom and closes the door behind him, you turn around quickly to really see him gone. You kind of expected to shower together with him, a little aftercare. Then you remember that he's a ghost, not to be seen. And this is not some kind of relationship after all. This is just another one night stand. A good one, you admit, but thats it.

You sigh and start shampooing your hair, processing what the fuck just happened.