Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

22. Sweet Tooth

What started so innocently, quickly turned into a pretty little whirlwind.

You were practically laying on the countertop now, Ghost kissing your neck like it would be the last thing he'd ever taste. You could feel him suck on it and as much as you despise them, you don't give a single fuck about this hunk of a man leaving lovebites on your neck. He was hungry for you. His hands made his way under your dress and got hold of your underwear, waiting for you to give him permission. You move your hand down to touch the back of his neck and stroke it, somehow being permission enough for him to hastily pull down your panties. He pulls up his mask a bit more, keeping it on his nose bridge as he kneels down on the floor to have his face on the same height as your entrance. He doesn't hesitate, desperately crashing down on you, his tongue meeting your soaked cunt.

He lets out a long moan before muttering into your heat.

"Ffffck, all for me..." you make out his muffled words. Heat rising up your face as you let out a moan yourself now, resting your elbows onto the granite. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he pleases you with his tongue. You hear a smacking sound and then feel 2 fingers shakingly pushing themselves into you, curling up immediately to find that one spot. You cry out at the sensation and cover your mouth with one hand now, looking down onto the man himself, basically devouring you.

"Making a mess...You're soaking wet love..." he says as he stops eating you out for a second, catching his breath and working his digits inside of you. He was feral at this point, his other arm fixating you on the table, as if you were to move away any second.

"K-Kiss me Simon, please kiss me" you whimper, which leads him to quickly get up and hold your cheek with his left hand, right hand now adding another finger into your pulsing core. You moan at the sensation, his fingers spreading you so good. Your kisses are just a sloppy mess by now, you both can't help but try to be as close as you possibly can at this point. He grunts, quickening the pace his fingers pump into you, leading you more and more to your climax. He's hitting the spot just right, repeatingly. Just right. Just how you need it, oh fuck-

You cry out as you feel yourself ejaculating on his fingers, to a surprise to both of you. He lets out a groan as well, admiring his work and his aching, hard cock now begging to slide inside you.

"H-How did you...I..Fucks sake, Simon...I'm sorry--" you pant, trying to make out the mess you must have made on the floor right now. If only you could see the look on his face, you'd take back that apology in an instant, a proud smile covering his lips.

"It's technique, 's all...Fuck love, wouldn't have thought you'd actually...Fuckin' hell..." he wipes his mouth, you both panting and taking your time to process.

"Yes i-it happens...rarely though...and you just decide to show up here a-and...make me...Jeez I can't even...talk.." you turn slightly, trying to face the kitchen sink which was too far away though for you to reach. Simon walks over there to get you a glass of water, letting you take a big sip. As you hand it back to him he finishes it and puts it back next to the sink. He was now standing on the other side of the kitchen island, with you laying on your back and your head facing his groing upside down. The way you were just spread out like that, the bits of city lights from outside reflecting on your wet thighs.

You felt drunk. Your whole body burning as you yearn for more. You still couldn't believe that he managed to make you squirt, how long has that been?!

It's one of the things Grace has taught you back in the brothel. How you'd have to position yourself on a clients cock in order to hit the spot and reach that point. You never cared too much for it, since you mainly did it for the male-gaze. And lord, did your clients eat that up. It made them feral. They always felt so accomplished afterwards, fuck-drunk and leaving a big tip after the session. Probably thinking they made you come, not knowing that squirting did not equal having an orgasm, but who were you to tell them anyways.