Ghost x Y/N | Fem : Debriefing

Part 2

Ghost's neck rolls as he made an effort to mask the occasional grunts that left his throat.

Surprisingly, he maintained the illusion of being casual. Although, he was fighting tooth and nail, edging himself with your foot.

Ghost's body tenses up as your pretty little toes rubbed against the tip of his dick, coercing him to release an exasperated breath.

Pushing further into him, you felt the size of his shaft and your eyes widened in astonishment.

Not only was he big...the motherfucker had a cock of a god.

Holy shit. Soap was not joking...

Before losing all control, Ghost lightly taps your calf and right on cue, you take your leg away, slipping your sock and boot back on.

Stifling back a laugh as you observe Ghost writhe around in his seat and by the looks of it, he more than likely has a stain full of pre-cum in his boxers.

It took all his willpower to not throw the table across the room, rip the clothes right off your body and fuck you senseless. Instead, Ghost waited patiently, calming himself down a bit before he gave the signal.

In the meantime you decided to send another text.

"Soap wasn't joking when he said you were fucking huge."

Pulling out his phone, you watched him read your message and his eyes met yours through his brows. Letting out a smug huff, Ghost then drops his attention back into the undisclosed conversation.

"What can I say? I'm a blessed man."

His message alone, created a little heart beat in between your legs with a pool forming in your panties. You suck in your bottom lip, looking forward to this 'mandatory smoke break.'

Another text came through on your phone.

"Meet me outside in 5."

With that Ghost stood up, clearing his throat before he announced to the rest of the team, "Taking a smoke break."

"Sounds like you need one." Price grumbled out before going back to his painfully boring lecture.

Each passing second, your body burned with anticipation. Subconsciously bouncing your leg, you tortured yourself by watching the time tick by.
Once 5 minutes passed, you jump up to your feet and promptly followed through on your end.

As you make your way outside, the smell of nicotine hits you before you could even spot Ghost. His mask was pulled up, exposing the lower half of his face while puffing on his cancer stick.

Ghost's cinnamon brown eyes latch onto you as you approached with a sultry look in your eyes.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, Ghost was the first to engage in conversation, "Mind tellin' me what else you heard from Johnny?" He flicks the butt of the cigarette between his fingers sending the ash flying. Your eyes fixate on the cloud of smoke that exhales from his plump rosey lips.

"I know you got some intel. You can either tell me nicely or I can force it out of you. Your choice, Sweetheart." Ghost's tone drops low enough to make your stomach do a back flip.

Shaking the lewd thoughts away for the time being. Your tongue skates across your lips, preparing your them for anything and everything.

"Other than you owning your very own tree trunk between your legs, I heard you can go for hours and that's why Soap comes into work with 3 to 4 GHOST energy drinks." You say nonchalantly with a small shrug.