Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Submission

Ghost's head dropped back onto the pillow, his chest rising and falling under your touch as you straddled his thick thighs. His breath came heavy as he held your gaze, a soft smirk playing on his lips. You leaned over, your fingers grazing his jaw, and without another word, captured his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. You nipped at his lower lip, drawing a low growl from deep within his chest, your teeth grazing against his skin in a way that made his eyes darken with desire.

Your salivas mix together, tongues plundering into each other's mouths as they danced, teeth clattering with the intensity of your passionate kiss.

You felt him shift under you, his strong hands gripping your ass as you straddled him.

He swallowed nervously, his adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Every touch, every kiss only fueled the fire between you two. Your tongue darted into his mouth again, claiming every inch, as you teased and tangled with him, matching his intensity.

"You're not holding back, are you?" he murmured, voice thick with arousal, his hands tightening on your ass.

"Not tonight, Ghost," you whispered back, biting down on his lip before letting it go. "I told you what would happen if you caught me."

His grip on you tightened even more as you sank down onto his thick leaking cock, your thighs bracing against his. A broken moan escaped him, and he pushed his head back into the pillow, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your warmth and tightness. The low, husky sound sent a shiver down your spine, filling you with a sense of power.

"Oh, babe... you feel so damn good," he groaned, voice strained.

You smirked, rolling your hips slowly as you rode his cock, savouring every inch as you held his gaze. He was used to being in control, yet here he was, vulnerable and at your mercy. His breaths grew more ragged, his eyes half-lidded, watching you through a haze of desire.

Just as you felt his body tense beneath you, that telltale sign he was on the edge, you reached under the pillow, fingers finding the cold, unforgiving metal of his sidearm. Slowly, you lifted it, pressing it gently to his forehead. His eyes flew open, a flicker of shock mixed with excitement flashing across his face.

"Ah, ah," you murmured with a wicked smile, tilting your head. "Don't you dare come now, big boy... not until I say so."

His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time, you saw him truly vulnerable, a trained killer and hardened soldier brought to his knees by a simple command. His jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto yours, his whole body fighting the desire building within him.

"Yes, ma'am," he rasped, voice low and rough, a glint of submission in his gaze that sent a thrill through you.

You leaned forward, the barrel of the gun still pressed to his skin, whispering against his ear, "Atta Boy."

And just like that, you resumed your movements, drawing out every second, keeping him on the edge as he lay there, helpless to resist you.

"You're a cruel woman, you know that, don't you?" he rasped, a low chuckle escaping him despite the situation."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes flickering to the gun now resting at the side of his face. His jaw clenched, the stubble scraping against his teeth, as he fought to regain control of his body.

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his knuckles white from the effort of holding back. His voice was a low growl, "You're playing with fire, darlin'... I'm only so far gone for you before I snap and take over...

"Is that so?"

"Oh, it is..." His breath hitched as you leaned over him, the gun still at his head as you began to ride him in long, languid strokes. "You're testing my control, babe... testing the leash you've got me on.

With a sudden burst of strength, he flipped you onto your back, the gun falling from his forehead as he pinned your wrists above your head, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity. "Enough playing nice," he snarled, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal kiss.

"You wanted the Ghost," he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous, lethal tone. "Well, you've got him now." His lips found your neck, teeth nipping sharply as he marked you, his hips snapping forward, driving deep into you.

He growled against your skin, his grip on your wrists tightening as he continued his relentless assault, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you. That's right, baby... you wanted the real me. The dangerous me.

His eyes bore into yours, dark and intense, filled with a primal hunger. He angled his hips, driving into you harder, deeper, determined to shatter you with pleasure. You wanted to see the monster, darlin? he growled, his voice rough with desire,

And with that, you submitted to him his touch, his body enveloping you completely.

You were consumed by him.. completely.