Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Thirty-Three (Smut)

Not interested in giving you some space to breathe, Ghost made you suck his dick in a harsh manner while he also took his time to thrust into your mouth.

Tears burned in your eyes.

Your nails dug so deep into his skin that it left red marks.

But he didn't seem to care.

All he focused on was how to hit the deepest spot in your throat.

Nausea tickled inside your nose while your stomach was on fire.

And yet your mind failed to dislike his actions.

Obediently, you allowed him to push into your mouth while the sensation of his tip rubbing against your throat made the flesh feel frizzy and sore.

The salty taste that he spread while moving made you crave water.

It made your head feel dizzy and your vision go blurry.

Hairs in the back of your neck stood up straight as you decided to lean into Ghost's harsh lead and let your finger work against himself.

With every thrust he pushed into your mouth you made sure to tease his sensitive spots.

Even though Ghost was a man with pride he failed to remain unmoved by that.

Every now and then a vibrating sound escaped his throat or made his chest tremble. His fingers entangled with your hair and gave it a warning tug.

But you didn't give him the satisfaction of being intimidated.

You were about to choke him with the back of your throat as he suddenly pulled back in such a harsh manner that a slight pinch of pain chased through your neck.

With your lips parted, you were pulled back on your feet, only to find his hand wrapped around your neck a second later.

"This is your final warning.", Ghost growled, voice thick with pleasure and eyes dark with lust.

Your breath was calm and smooth.

A burning heat chased through your body. Your cheeks glowed while it felt like your middle flinched with every beat of your heart.

Slowly, very slowly, the corners of your lips rose and a smirk appeared.

Your hand rose to wrap around his wrist.

"I love warnings, Ghost.", you purred and leaned forward to press a kiss on his wet mask, where you suspected his lips to be. "But I don't listen to them."

"Hm.", the sound vibrated in his throat. "I warned you."

All at once his free hand grabbed the brim of your pants and tore them off your legs in one swift movement.

With a sloppy wet sound they fell to the floor of the shower, followed by your shirt.

Chuckling, you dug your nails into his shoulders and pressed your naked skin against his dripping body.

He felt hard, solid like a rock.

His hand left your neck to reach under your bottom and push you up against the wall.

At the cold touch of the wet tiles, a gasp escaped your lips, followed by the sensation of your nipples getting stiff.

"What a show off you are.", you huffed and left a trail of scratches on his shoulder blades.

A low growl escaped him. He pushed away from the sensation, closer against your chest.

You could tell how much strength there was in his body.