Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 56: Unraveled Night (WARNING)

Ghost stood before me, his eyes dark with desire. The heat of his body was palpable, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze as it roamed over me. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, and I found myself backed up against the cold metal lockers.

Without a word, he pressed his body against mine, and I could feel the hardness of his arousal through his pants, pressing insistently against me. My breath hitched, a mixture of fear and anticipation flooding through me.

Ghost's hands moved to his own pants, unbuttoning them with a deliberate slowness that made my heart race. He pushed them down until they pooled around his ankles, his eyes never leaving mine. The raw desire in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine.

His hands were on me then, gliding up my inner thigh, sending jolts of electricity through my body. He moved across my crotch, making me gasp, before his fingers found the hem of my boxers. He paused, looking up at me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

"Johnny," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper.

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.

He didn't say anything more. Instead, his fingers slipped under the hem of my boxers, tugging them down in one smooth motion. The cool air hit my skin, and I shivered, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Ghost took off his own boxers then, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

He was magnificent, his body a perfect blend of strength and desire. He reached for me, lifting me up underneath my arms with an ease that took my breath away. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and I could feel the heat of him pressing against me.

"Simon," I whispered, my voice trembling. He looked at me, his eyes dark and intense. "It's okay, Johnny," he said softly.

And then he was inside me, slowly, agonizingly slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made me whimper. My hands gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as I tried to steady myself.

Ghost paused, giving me a moment to adjust. The feeling of him inside me was almost too much to bear, but the tenderness in his eyes, the way he held me, made it all okay. He began to move then, slowly pumping, his lips finding the crook of my neck.

He kissed me there, his breath hot against my skin, and I couldn't help but moan. The sound echoed in the empty locker room, mingling with the soft slap of skin against skin. The lockers behind me rattled with each movement, the noise a constant reminder of the intensity of the moment.

Ghost's pace began to increase, the slow, deliberate thrusts giving way to something more urgent. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together, the banging of the lockers, and my increasingly desperate moans.

"Simon," I gasped, my head falling back against the lockers. "Oh, fuck..."

He didn't answer, just kept moving, his hands gripping the bottom of my legs to steady me. I could feel myself getting close, the pleasure building to a crescendo that I couldn't control. But just as I was about to tip over the edge, he stopped completely.

"Simon," I whimpered, the frustration and need almost too much to bear. "Don't fucking stop."

He began to move again, the slow, torturous rhythm starting once more. Each time I got close, he would stop, leaving me gasping and desperate.

Tears of frustration pricked at my eyes, and I could feel myself trembling with desperation.
"Please," I begged, my voice breaking.
"Oh, fucking hell, please.."

This time, he didn't stop. He kept going, faster and harder, until the pleasure was overwhelming. The room echoed with the sounds of our passion, the lockers rattling and my cries filling the air.

"Simon," I moaned, my voice raw with need. "Oh, fuck..." He didn't stop, didn't slow down, just kept moving until I was pushed over the edge, my release crashing over me in waves of pleasure. I cried out his name, my body trembling in his arms as he held me close.

Ghost followed soon after, his own release a deep, guttural groan that sent shivers down my spine. He held me against the wall, our bodies pressed together, panting and trembling in the aftermath.