Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Making out in the shower (smut)

Take you like a drug,
I taste you on my tongue.

I woke to the sounds of morning birds chirping at the window, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains. As my eyes opened, realization hit me. I was with him, laying on his chest, my face nuzzled in his neck. Our bodies were stripped of clothes, and memories of last night's encounter with Ghost clicked in my mind, making my heart skip a beat.

I shuffled slightly, not wanting to wake him up. It was probably the best sleep he had gotten since he came here. The rise and fall of his chest beneath my head was a comforting rhythm, grounding me in the moment.

But my movement was enough to rouse him. His sleepy eyes met mine, a small smile playing on his lips. "Morning, love. Happy birthday," he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning. Thank you, Simon," I replied, sitting up slightly.

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his concern evident.

I smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the sunlight. "Better. Thanks to you."

He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a gentle embrace. "We've got a lot to face today, but right now, let's just enjoy this moment."

"I need to go take a shower," I said, standing up from the bed and wrapping the sheets around me. I made my way to the bathroom, feeling Ghost's eyes on me the entire time.

As I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded over my body, soothing the remnants of soreness from last night. The water felt like a gentle caress, washing away the tension but not the lingering warmth and sensations from our encounter.

The memories of his touch, the way he had held me, and the passion in his eyes replayed in my mind. I leaned against the cool tiles, closing my eyes and letting the water envelop me. My skin still tingled from the intensity of our night together, every drop of water a reminder of his presence.

I heard the glass door of the shower open, and before I could turn around, he stepped in and stood behind me. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard.

Ghost wrapped his arms around my waist, enveloping me in a warm, intimate embrace. I could feel his hard cock pressing into the small of my back, a clear indication of his desire.

"What about a second round?" he asked, his voice husky and raspy, sending shivers down my spine and making my knees weak.

His breath was hot against my ear, and the steam from the shower mixed with the heat radiating from our bodies. I leaned back into him, feeling the solidity and strength of his chest.

"Simon," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water, "I don't think I can say no."

He cupped my face from behind, his strong arm resting between the valley of my breasts. The sensation sent a shiver through me, my breath hitching in anticipation. His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, igniting a fireball inside me. The warmth of the shower melded with the heat of our bodies, creating an intoxicating mix of sensations.

His kiss was demanding yet tender, a blend of urgency and affection. I melted into him, the steam from the shower swirling around us like a veil. Every touch, every movement, heightened the connection between us, making the world outside disappear.

Ghost's hand moved from my face to my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies pressed together under the cascading water. The intensity of our embrace, combined with the raw, unfiltered desire, made it clear that this second round would be just as unforgettable as the first.

He placed my hands on the wall, positioning me so that I had to stand on my toes. His arm wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me back against him. With one hand, he guided the tip of his cock to my folds, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes.

His face buried in the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Each touch of his lips sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the heat building between us. The water continued to cascade over us, but all I could focus on was the electric connection between our bodies.

"Simon," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of the shower. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, every nerve in my body alight with desire.

He responded with a low growl, his lips never leaving my neck as he began to push into me, his thrust so deep I could feel it in my belly.

A moan escaped my lips as he thrust his cock deep inside me, burying his full length and pausing there for a moment. The fullness was overwhelming, every inch of him filling me completely. I pressed my forehead against the cool tiles, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I adjusted to the sensation.

His hand moved to my hip, holding me steady as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and powerful. His lips continued to work at my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.

The water cascading over us was a soothing contrast to the fiery passion igniting between our bodies.

I clung to the wall for support, my moans mixing with the sound of the water, completely lost in the moment and in him.

"You like me destroying your pretty pussy luvvie?" He growled with lust, his voice sending electric jolts within me.

"Ye- Yes Sir, Ah fuck!" I moaned, unable to hold back the pleasure coarsing through me.

"You're my good girl. Aren't ya?" He asked, his tone commanding yet filled with tenderness.

"Yessir!" I moaned between breaths, the words coming out in a breathless rush. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge, the pleasure building with every movement.
My body responded eagerly to his touch, surrendering completely to the ecstacy of the moment.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and intensity that made me gasp and arch against him.

He fisted my hair as he guided my movements, his grip firm yet gentle. My tiny waist fit perfectly in both his hands, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me.

"You feel so fucking good babe." He praised, his voice filled with raw desire.
Each word was like fuel to the fire between us, igniting a primal hunger.

He pulled out suddenly, and before I could react, he turned me around and pinned me against the wall. With a swift motion, he lifted my legs, and I instinctively wrapped them around him, my body responding eagerly to his touch.

His lips found mine in a hungry kiss, and I melted into him, the heat of his desire consuming me. As he thrust his cock deep into me again, my moan was swallowed by his kiss, the intensity of our connection sending sparks flying.

I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him completely. Moans of pleasure escaped my mouth. His pace was slow, but his thrusts were deep and intense, jolting my entire body.

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum," I said, my breath shaky.

He touched his face to mine. "You look so pretty when you cum, luvvie." His words pushed me over the edge.

My entire body stiffened as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

"Si-" I gasped his name.

As I reached my climax, my body trembling with ecstasy, he continued with deep, intense thrusts. I felt him tensing up, his pace quickening. With a final, powerful thrust, he groaned deeply, releasing inside me. His fingers dug deep into the skin of my thighs causing me to bruise.

I could feel the warmth spreading as he filled me, the sensation overwhelming and deeply satisfying.

We stayed entwined, our breaths heavy and our bodies still trembling from the intense experience.

The sensation of him filling me completely, combined with the urgency of his movements, left me breathless and wanting more. I clung to him, lost in the moment, completely surrendered to the pleasure coursing through my veins.

His face was hidden in the crook of my neck as water cascaded down on us. He let me down, and I stood in front of him, touching my forehead to his.