Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

37. Being with you

With your guardian gone, and the tension that was surrounding you at start now slowly disappearing, you and Simon quickly switched from the kitchen counter to the big couch in your living room. Sharing the last crossaint as you showed him the big dining table you've been eyeing for a long time.

"The wood fits really well to the brown leather of my sofas and...my plant pot over there..." you continued talking his ear off about it, trying to make your final decision about this damn table.

He found it to be so very soothing, listening to you speak about these things. Normal things. He slowly snaked his muscular arm around your shoulders and closed his eyes, just registering one thing: The tone of your voice. You scrolled down your phone and checked the table price, humming and thinking.

"I'll just order it." You whisper, ready to tap the purchase button.

"Or you wait." His deep voice rumbling underneath you, as your body was leaning against his torso. You took a bite of the buttery crossaint & then offering him some, he does not notice since his eyes stay closed. You look up at him and smile at the sight. He looks very much relaxed. You put the phone away and turn fully around to him, moving his mask up a bit more, to see his nose again.

"You don't like the table" you whisper, kissing his lips.

"Never said that." The man mutters, keeping his eyes closed. You admired his long lashes. They were a light colour, you never caught a glimpse of the hair on his head after all. You wonder what haircut he wore. Was he bald? No...This man was quite hairy, his legs and arms. He must grow a good amount of hair on his head and also show it off...Well, not show it off but...He didn't seem the bald type. A light shade of brown, or something. He probably had a buzzcut. Unkempt, since he just got back.

"What you thinkin bout, birdie?" He mumbles, opening one of his eyes to catch a glimpse of you staring at his stubble.

"Your haircut" you reply honest.

"Okay, go on then" he teases, you sat down on his lap now. Facing him.

"Buzzcut? Is it short?" He kept quiet, slowly taking your hand and moving it to his lips, giving you tiny, short kisses there.

"Or long and wavy?" You giggle, watching his lips caress your every finger, one by one.

"Exactly" he says dryly.

You think a bit more as you raise your eyebrows at the sight of ghost licking the tip of your finger. A shudder runs down your back. He looks up at you and kisses it once more, silently asking for permission. You nod as he takes your 2 fingers in his mouth and sucks on them, holding your hand still.

"You are so hot.. " you whisper, not missing a single thing he does.

He stops and leans in to kiss you, pressing your head close to his face. You let out a moan as arousal fills your core, your panties drenched already.

"Been some cold months" he grunts whilst kissing you, the bent up frustration audible. He kisses you with all his power, if he would not hold you on his lap you'd fall down by the force, the hunger.

"Yes they were" you moan into him as he picks you up and carries you to bed,with your legs wrapped around his hips. You don't stop kissing on your way and he does not let you go once there, instead crushing down in bed with you. Your hands move down to his jeans and open his belt quickly, unzipping his pants too. His breathing is fast and he pulls on your collar with his teeth, signaling you to undress. You take your top off and he mutters something you can't make out as he goes in to kiss your nipple and caress your breasts, making you rub your thighs together in order to cause some much needed friction. His big, calloused hand makes it's way down your sweats and into your panties, pleasantly surprised at how wet you were already.

"She's been waiting too" he grumbles, moving back to your face to kiss you again. You nod and tug on his top, craving for him to take it off, but he doesn't. Instead, he pushes you up the bed and pulls down your pants, not missing a single second and immediately shoving his face into your heat, holding the slip aside with his 2 fingers. You moan out and let your fingers crawl into his mask, holding tight as your whole body starts shaking at his warm tongue licking up your folds and kissing your clit. You lean back and close your eyes, you missed this so much.

He held your one foot next to him as he ate you out, squeezing it and keeping it warm with his hand, it was a nice sensation.

"S-Simon let...let me treat you for once, please" you moan, moving back up again and looking at him, he just shook his head as he sucked on your thigh.

"Please I...I really want to suck you off, please let me..." he raises his head and checks if you're being serious. Wiping his mouth, he says nothing. You just felt like being in charge right now, you wanted to give him something back. He fixed the pillows on the bed and leaned against them after sitting down. You crawled over and continued opening his pants, as you reach his underwear you start giving his bulge kisses, looking up at his eyes. They were both focused on you with such an intensity. You revealed his cock and were a bit surprised when you saw that he wasn't hard. It was still big, but...You did not expect him to be...not hard at all. He tried to avoid your gaze as he looked out the bedroom window as you started stroking along his member and giving him little kisses all over, beginning at the shaft. Working your way up to his tip, nothing happened, nothing even twitched, this was unusual.

"Simon you..Is everything okay?" You ask him quietly, worrying now.

"After missions...After stressful weeks spent... It tends to be like this, got nothin' to do with you." His voice sounds raspy and calm, yet a hint of disappointment hidden in there. You understood it. He took ahold of your hands on his dick and moved them away, clearing his throat as he pulls up his boxers again and closes his pants. You felt bad for him, he clearly was uncomfortable right now.

"Oh i'm sorry Simon...it's okay, you know?"

" 'course I know. Happens. I can still make you come though, pearl." He squeezed your calf and wanted to lay you down again but you were too worried about him now to enjoy anything of that sort.

"Why don't we...I mean...do you want to talk about it? You know...work?" You just wanted to make sure.

"Luv, i'm not workin' a 9-5"

"I know, Simon. Thats why I'm asking."

He sat there, not knowing what to say. There was nothing to say. He couldn't tell you about the things he saw in those last few months.

His hand moved down your leg and held your foot again, you put your hand onto his. He stared at both and shook his head.

"Let those demons be my demons. No point in telling you about them, it will only pull you down with me, luv.." he kisses your knee and you cup his face, his mask was still pulled up to his nose.

"I'd let them, if that means I can be with you" you whisper. He lets out a sigh.

"Don't do this to me, birdie..."