Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

44. Against black tiles

Everyone outside was having a blast. Music playing loudly, girls getting ready for their shows and clinking glasses. There was always a reason to celebrate.

Meanwhile, you were pushed up against the cold bathroom wall with Ghost’s teeth digging into the delicate skin of your neck, having you yelp out quietly.

His eyes glance up quickly, checking if it was too much, but all they see is you craving for more.

“Fuckin hell, you’re perfect aren’t you…” he hisses as his lips tickle down your collarbone, those massive hands of his already opening the belt of your robe.

You love the praise, being adored.

You were starving for more of that and rolled your eyes up to the ceiling where there was only a dark, gloomy light surrounded by black colour.
You lost yourself in there as you feel your high-heels touching the ground.

Simon has put you down and was on his knees, opening the delicate buckle that kept the stilettos on your feet.

You stood there, looking down at him hunched over and precisely taking the first one off.

As he reaches for the second one, you insistently move it to his crotch, letting the pointy, long heel dig into the dark fabric of his pants.

He gulps as he leans back against the wall, looking up slowly and meeting your hungry gaze.

You didn’t feel like taking the lead in a long time, which led you to wonder if you still had it in you.

Telling from the desperate look he gave you, you did.

You applied more pressure to his crotch, getting a deep grunt out of him as his hands digged into his own thighs. He’s into this.

“Get up” you snarl at him, watching him get up off his knees and towering over you, eyes focused on yours and what your next move is going to be.

Your fingers tip-toe along his broad chest, making their way up to his chin and resting on his lips, you can see his eyes flicker for a second.

Another knock at the door interrupts the silence, you two don’t budge one bit though. Instead, you slowly push your index- and middle finger into his mouth, his lips parting instantly.

A smile grows on your face as they enter deeper, his eyes closing at the feeling of your fingers on his tongue.

“Will put that mouth of yours to good use now, you hear me?” you whisper, voices in front of the door murmuring about who’s in the bathroom. You can barely make out what they’re saying.

“Compliments ain’t enough—gh?” he slurred, barely being able to speak a full sentence but still managing to tease you.

“Or I just leave right now and we stop everything.” You hiss, his hand instantly grabbing your waist in response.

“Sit.” You point to the black toilet seat. He walks backwards through the slim bathroom and lowers himself, licking his lips as your fingers left his mouth. He positions himself comfortably and waits for you to come closer.

You turn around once you reach his face and bend over, steadying yourself against the cold wall.

“Fuck, yes…” he breathes out, wasting no time as he spreads your cheeks and starts caressing your hole.

Now it’s your eyes flickering.

You hear someone outside hysterically laughing, the bass of the music vibrating through the walls and Simons slow, quiet licks filling the air.