Silver-Lining (Ghost Riley x Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Four

A/n: This chapter is a smut chapter but before you continue reading I am still not an experienced smut writer so please go easy on me. And I would love to thank all of my readers and tell you all that I love you so much and I hate seeing this book slowly come to an end. I still have a few more chapters up my sleeve but again, I love you all. Let's get on with it ACTION!

"Let's go home." Simon's warm breath hovered on my lips, his lips only a short few inches away from mine. Gaz and Soap were cheering like idiots from a distance when I nodded my head. My feet came into contact with the familiar ground, Simon's arms still wrapped tightly around me as if they were the only things keeping me standing due to my knees that shook beneath me.

And so we did. We left the chopper behind us, although the pilot was only mildly annoyed. Simon quickly put his mask back on since his back had only been faced toward Gaz and Soap. I climbed into the Jeep with Ghost, not bothering to mention the fact that he had already hit a curb, but felt enticed by the way Ghost kept his hand on my thigh.

It had been too long since I felt his lips against mine. Since I felt any sort of physical contact with him. I couldn't help but allow the sexual desire to consume my being, feeling my heart thump against my chest as his thumb traced small circles on my thigh.

My eyes trailed down to his large hand. The same hand that held onto my thigh for dear life. The same hand that I wanted to trail closer to the bundle of nerves that so desperately wanted to be pleased. "Don't worry love, I'm thinking the same thing too." His voice was smooth like butter and rich like chocolate. Deep and husky and filled with lust and desire. I knew he craved the same thing I did. Touch.

As soon as the Jeep came to a stop in front of the home, Ghost and I practically charged inside. I felt excited and aroused all at once. We reached my room and I quickly shut the door before pushing him down onto the bed, crawling on top of him. I tore his mask off, crashing my lips against his as my hands worked their way to the hem of his shirt that was tucked neatly into the waistline of his cargo pants. I pulled his shirt from his waistline, sliding it off with ease. "Eager aren't we?" Simon's voice was low with a slight teasing chime to it. "I'm not one for foreplay." I grinned, pulling him closer to me.

His grip tightened on my thighs as he held me close to him as I remained straddled on his lap. He clutched my tank top, sliding it over my head. "Apologies for the lack of lingerie." I joked about the boring beige bra that looked as if it's been through a lot. But it offered support so who really gives a shit?

Simon let out a breathy chuckle as he flipped up over, his dog tags hanging over me. It was clear that he always liked being on top. And I didn't mind it.

He dipped back down, roughly kissing me. I brought my hands to his back, loving the way his muscles moved and the way his back flexed beneath my palms. He trailed wet kisses to my neck, sucking and nipping roughly. I didn't mind how rough the sex was, realizing it turned me on more than anything else. The way he made sure to leave light marks and how his hand wrapped so perfectly around my neck, squeezing at the perfect amount- just so I could feel it but not get hurt at the same time. He was rough and gentle all at the same time.

It had only been a matter of seconds before my bra was unclasped and thrown to the other side of the room. I looked up at Simon, who looked down at me. A smile on his face as his eyes loomed over me. His eyes were lust-filled and full of hunger and desire. Desire for me.

I realized that I liked it better having sex with him without his mask since the first time his mask had only been lifted slightly. His large hand kneaded at my breast softly. He released his right hand from my throat, trailing it down my body. A trail of goosebumps erupted under his warm touch as he reached my belt, undoing it to make it easier to pull my pants down.