Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 49: Uncharted Territory (WARNING)

(Warning: Contains NSFW)
Soap's POV:

Today been grueling, the tension between Ghost and me almost unbearable. As Price called for a break, I felt a mix of relief and anxiety. Ghost and I had been in our own world all day, the charged glances and fleeting touches adding to the electricity between us.

Ghost walked beside me, his presence a magnetic force I couldn't ignore. We wandered off, not really paying attention to where we were going, until we found ourselves in a secluded hallway. The dim lighting and silence wrapped around us, creating an intimate cocoon.

I turned to Ghost, about to say something, but the look in his eyes stopped me. There was a burning desire there, a raw intensity that took my breath away. He glanced around, ensuring we were alone, and then he moved. In an instant, he was on me, pushing me back until my back hit the cold wall.

His lips crashed against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. I responded immediately, matching his aggression, my hands tangling in his hair. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just us, lost in the heat of the moment.

Ghost's hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He fumbled for the door behind me, and in a swift motion, he pushed it open. We stumbled inside, and he kicked the door shut behind him, locking it with a decisive click.

Without missing a beat, Ghost pressed me harder against the wall, his lips never leaving mine. Our moans mingled in the confined space, the sound echoing off the walls. His hands moved down my chest, pausing at my abdomen, sending shivers through me. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, and I knew he could feel mine too.

The intensity of our need was almost overwhelming. Ghost's fingers deftly unbuckled my belt, fumbling in his haste but finally managing to undo my pants. He slipped his hand inside, finding my boxers and then slipping under.

The sensation of his hand wrapping around me made me gasp, my head falling back against the wall. He stroked me gently at first, his touch both firm and teasing. "Fucking hell, Johnny," he murmured against my lips.

I tried to hold back, to keep from making any noise, but it was impossible. Ghost's touch, his words, they broke down all my defenses. I moaned, the sound raw and desperate.

"Good boy," Ghost praised, his voice a rough whisper. "Just like that."

His hand moved with increasing intensity, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel myself getting closer, the edge of release tantalizingly near. But just as I was about to tip over, Ghost stopped, his hand stilling.

A whine of frustration escaped my lips, my body trembling with need. "Fuck," I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. "Please, Simon."

He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Patience."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my desperation mounting. "Just fucking give it to me, Simon," I pleaded.

He resumed his movements, his hand stroking me with a rhythm that was both torturous and divine. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Just a little longer."

I moaned louder, unable to contain the sounds of my pleasure. Ghost's hand was relentless, bringing me to the brink again and again, only to pull back at the last moment. Each time, the frustration and need built, my body crying out for release.

"Let it out, Johnny," Ghost whispered, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves, "So good for me."

I couldn't hold back anymore. The sounds that escaped me were raw and unfiltered, a testament to the pleasure he was giving me. Ghost's praise washed over me, his words a lifeline in the storm of sensation.

Finally, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Ghost brought me to the edge once more. His strokes were faster, more insistent, and this time he didn't stop.

The wave of release crashed over me, my body convulsing with the force of it. I cried out, Ghost's name a desperate plea on my lips.

He held me firmly against the wall, his hand never faltering, guiding me through the aftershocks of pleasure.

"That's it, Johnny," he whispered. "You did so well." As the last tremors subsided, Ghost finally released me, his hand slipping from my pants.

We stood there, panting heavily, the room filled with the sound of our ragged breaths.

He didn't move away, his body still pressed against mine, his eyes locked on mine. The intensity of the moment lingered, a tangible connection that neither of us wanted to break.