RAGE (Call Of Duty)

UNDERSTAND

"Fuck."
My bare body laid on the bed. My fingers intertwined in my hair, a distraction from the over powering pleasure creeping from my core up my stomach. My nerves are on fire, heightened and sensitive to every touch he provides.
  The instinct to press my legs together kicks in. My thighs, however are gripped and gently parted. He lifted his head from between my legs and crawled towards me, hovering above me.
"That ain' no way for a lady to talk no' is it?"

A breathy laugh escapes me, "Who told you I was a lady?"  My legs wrap around his waist, leaving no space between ourselves. Trailing my hand down his back, he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

"Then wha' exactly are you?"  He lays on his back, keeping me close to him and having me lay on top.

"I..." I sit up, trailing my hands from his neck, down slowly to his chest. "...am a woman who wants to fuck. That is what I am right now."  I lean back, rocking my hips slowly to create that sensual friction I longed for. The alcohol from earlier still lingering in my system, adding to the euphoric trance I did not want to leave.

His hands glide down my sides, resting on my hips. "I coul' definitely help you with tha'."

Lifting myself slightly, he adjusts himself below me. Feeling him press against my entrance, I take initiative and lower myself onto him. Sighing at the internal pressure of him filling me, my hand caresses my one breast as the other rests on his chest to keep me stable.

A satisfied groan reverberates from his throat as he holds my hips once again. My body rocks back and forth. Leaning back, savoring the feel, I am unaware of his hand that rests on my stomach. Slowly making its way down, he teases by bud  and draws a gasp from me.

The pleasure overtakes me and a part of me, deep down, awakens. Leaning over him now, my hands dancing along his collar bone and my hips rocking just a fraction faster. A moan escapes me and I couldn't care at all. I want to feel something. Something other worldly.

"Oh fuck. Y/n, are you sure about this?"

"You're already inside me, idiot." Consumed by the pleasure, my mind is clouded and entranced completely. Every nerve is aware of the touch it receives.

"I know, but-"

"Just shut up and fuck me already."

As if that command flipped a switch in him, he grips my hips and thrusts his own at a fast and heavy pace. Moan after moan is sung and I give myself over to the pleasure.

"Y/n."

His voice sounds muffled.

"Y/n."

I try to focus and look down at him, but my body is stuck in place. Not frozen, just stiff.

"Y/n"

Startled awake, I hear knocking on my door.

"Are you dead? If tha's the case I'm takin' your headphones."

Getting out of bed and pulling a sweater over my head, I rub the sleep out of my eyes as I open the door to see Soap standing there. A smug look on his face as he takes in my clear resentment to the rude awakening.

"Touch my headphones..." without warning I swing my arm and deliver a quick punch to his stomach. He doubles over, groaning in pain. "...see what happens."