Don't fear the reaper - Captain John Price

XXVII

The colder days were taking over the base as the large snowflakes were falling on the frozen ground. The buildings were hugged by the fog, giving low visibility to the soldiers and keeping everyone on high alert in the bad weather conditions. Large snowflakes were swirling in the dance, just to disappear as soon as they kissed the ground.

The lonely light of the room was traveling from one corner of the room to another. The weekend felt a bit relaxing when the evening fell onto the base. A book on tactical medicine was sitting in the hands of a brunette, as her eyes were running over the instructions that had to stay in her head. But, a loud knock on the wooden door brought the plans into the woman's evening as she had to leave the warmth of the bed just to see who was planning on giving her company.

"You did so well today, love," Price closed the door after him, not even allowing anyone in the corridor to see his figure at the door for a long time. A soft smile was sitting on the edge of the captain's lips, as he remembered the conversation with one of the commanders of the base earlier this afternoon. Hearing praise regarding the brunette's training felt more satisfied, than hearing the comments about her rudeness. John was always a simple man if you fuck up – you get your punishment, but the good work had always to be rewarded.

"Thank you, captain. Guess I learned my lesson yesterday," Amelia couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as soon as the man's words reached her ears. The lonely snowflakes on the captain's hat were turning into small dots as they finally felt the warmth of the building.

"You deserve a good treat, dove," The captain's whisper reached the woman's ear as the man's cold lips touched the porcelain skin on the officer's skin. Leaving no time for the woman to think, Price was softly biting her neck, and covering the places of the bite with his lips a moment after.

Amelia wrapped her hands around John's strong shoulders, closing her eyes in pleasure as the man's lips kept abusing the skin on her neck. She was taking one step after another, feeling the man's hands lower to her waist, just to unzip her cargo pants and leave them stranded on the cold wooden floor. Brunette's back met with the soft mattress, as the captain towered over her. An old bed creaked from the weight of the two, as Price found himself in a comfortable position between the officer's legs. The goosebumps were running along Amelia'a skin, as John was taking his time and letting his fingerprints explore the soft skin of the woman's tights. Her panties met the pants on the floor, leaving the brunette exposed to the captain. The cold air from the window traveled over her body, mixing up with the warm sensation building inside her. Price's lips were making trails of kisses down her legs, letting his rough hands touch the sensitive skin of the inner tights of the woman, but giving no attention to her throbbing with the need cunt.

"John, please.." Amelia's hand fell on the man's head, taking off the hat just to bury the fingers in the short hair of the captain. Winter nights were long, but they never had enough time for each other. A brunette wanted to feel him, as her voice was getting quieter and the woman's chest was rising up higher in heavier breaths that were escaping out of her mouth as the result of Price's touches.

"Such a needy girl, look at you," A soft slap of the captain's fingers landed on her clit, as Price finally got settled in between Amelia's legs, ready to enjoy his evening dessert after the feast.

John's hands spread her legs wider, as the facial hair of the captain was leaving a burning feeling on the skin of the woman's inner tights. A brunette couldn't help but let a soft moan out, forgetting about the whole world outside of the room.

"Do you want everyone to hear how good your captain makes you feel, dove?" The man lifted his deep blue eyes at the woman, just to see the haze of pleasure take over her brown eyes and the common sense out of her mind. There was the forbidden feeling of pleasure in the secrecy they both kept the relationship in.

A woman bit her lower lip, trying to do at least something to keep herself quieter as the captain's lips were playing with her clit. The thick fingers of the man were playing with her cunt, but not entering inside of her wet hole.

"Fucking hell, Price," Her hand was sitting on the man's head, pulling his short dark hair as an officer wished for more. Amelia couldn't help herself, but ever since the first time the captain's lips landed on hers, her body and mind wished for more. To feel the grip of the man's strong hands around her body, to feel him deeper inside her, as the connection between them was only growing as time passed.

The wet liquid of the woman's cunt was sitting on the corner of the man's lips as his tongue was playing with her needy cunt. Price was keeping his gaze on a woman, feeling the reaction of her body on the tip of his tongue and seeing the pleasure written all over her face. John took himself away from the brunette's pussy, as the liquid was covering the perfectly trimmed hairs of his beard.

"Cum for me, love, c'mon" John was watching her face, as Knight was hungrily breathing in the air that felt so heavy as her climax was coming closer. They both knew she was close, as the man's fingers were slowly moving inside her wet cunt.

Price was enjoying the view of the brunette in front of him, as the blush of orgasm covered her cheeks. The man knew he didn't have much time before the next meeting with Laswell on the most recent intel on Makarov, but he was ignoring his own needs just to finish the lesson he started yesterday. Good work always gets rewarded, and the wrong actions will always come up to the surface. The glass of the window got foggy, as the temperature in the room rose up. Amelia was always bad with self-control, but even worse when it had to be with Price. His fingers were reaching her spongy spot, and the woman couldn't take it anymore as her mind and body reached the peak of pleasure. John was working his fingers inside her swollen cunt, just to prolong the orgasm of the woman and make her remember the lesson.

"Remember honey, you always get rewarded for a good job in my bed," Price wiped off the juices of the woman on the bedsheet, as his deep blue eyes were looking into hers. His rough lips left a kiss on the tip of her head before the captain headed out of the room. "And now, get some rest."

Knight was looking at the man from the corner of her bed, feeling the deep need to tell him everything that was hiding in her mind. To tell him how much she loved him, to ask the captain to stay at least for the night, but the silence was the only thing that was up in the air of the room, as Price's figure escaped into the long corridor out of the warm walls.

On the other side of the corridor, Soap had his mind wrapped around his thoughts and the future mission that they could be sent to even tomorrow, or maybe a next month. A man raised his eyes up in the usually empty corridor, just to see the silhouette of the captain escaping deeper into the darkness of the building. For a moment, Johnny wanted to shout and ask Price about the news on intel, but suddenly, the realization that his office was in a different building hit the sergeant harder than the train and raised more questions in his mind than Soap could possibly have the answers to.