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I wouldn’t call it an odd fixation, maybe just a persistent one.
It started a couple of months into knowing each other. Strands of damp hair stuck to my forehead. My lips were parted, panting gasps for air escaped my sweaty chest. My eyes locked onto the hulking beast of a man- my lieutenant- as he rubbed a damp cloth up my cumstained thighs, and over my quivering cunt.
The sex wasn’t boring, if anything it was the opposite. Every second we had together made my heart flutter. Adrenaline coursed through my veins whenever he gave me that look. The one where he stares down at me with half-lidded eyes before quickly glancing away.
“What if we tried something out?” I asked, resting my hand atop his. The man simply looked up at me expressionlessly, hands still cleaning up the mess he made. He grumbled, not even giving me the courtesy of full words.
“What if I pegged you?”
He acted as if I cursed his whole lineage in a single breath. His hands quickly pulled away, brown eyes widening. I’d have expected steam to spout from his ears with how he looked at me.
“No.” He said through gritted teeth.
I’d have been kidding myself if I said I expected any other reaction. This visage of brooding masculinity, well, he definitely wouldn’t be an easy one to crack.
It’d be a shame to give up just then, wouldn’t it?
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The mattress squealed with every thrust of his hips. Drool spilled from the corners of my parted lips. Soft grunts escaped his pursed lips, crescendoing with every rut of his hips. I draped my limp wrists over his back, fingers trailing down to brush against his sweaty skin.
I gripped his plump ass, fingers kneading the flesh. A moan slipped from my lips as my fingertip inched closer to his hole.
His hips stilled, ripping my attention away from his ass. His brows furrowed, nose scrunching up in disgust. In an instant, he gripped both of my wrists in one of his hands, pinning my arms above my head. My vision grew hazy as he roughly gripped my neck with his other hand. His fingertips dug into my carotid arteries, turning every thought of mine into a muddled mess.
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My phone buzzed. Instantly I reached out, grabbing the device. My eyes skimmed across the screen.
It was rare to receive a message from Ghost when he was on a mission. Every day I spent in the dark brought me closer to my phone, gaze flicking to the screen every couple of minutes. I was antsy, fidgeting so much it was hard to stay still, and yet with the two words he sent, my anxiety quelled.
“Send something.”
He only ever sent those words when his work lulled. I think the entire task force knew he was one to get…pent up…easily. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I dug through my camera roll. I knew exactly what I wanted to send it.
My lips curled up into a smirk as my gaze grazed the picture in question. It was a photo taken in the dirty mirror that sat behind his door. The lighting was dim, only showing what needed to be shown. And that was the bit of skin I teased. My thumb pushed down the hem of my jeans just enough to show it. The straps of my leather strap on perfectly framing my hip bones.
A soft whooshing played over my phone speaker as I sent the message.
“Read 21:48”
But no response.
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“Fuck that’s it,” he groaned, threading his thick fingers through my hair. Drool ran down my chin as I swirled my tongue around his head. I looked up at my lieutenant. His plush lips were parted, heaving breaths falling from his tongue. He lay flat against the mattress, arm draped over his face.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking him as my tongue dipped lower. I licked a thick stripe over his balls before bringing one into my mouth. He grunted, thrusting his cock into my hand.
“Shit- I’m close- “ He mumbled. With a soft pop, I pulled off of his balls. The salty tinge of sweat-stained my tongue as I brought my mouth back to his twitching cock. I ran my hand up his muscular thigh, keeping the other one at the base of his cock. My gaze raked up and down his flushed frame as I slowly traced my fingers higher.
My fingers ran up his inner thigh, drawing tantalizingly close to his twitching hole. So close, so delectably close.
He gripped my hair tight, shoving my head down onto his cock. I gagged as the tip of his cock nudged my uvula. My drool drenched the curls adorning the base of his cock.
“That’s what you get,” he grunted, cock twitching as he came down my throat.
I pulled away as his grip broke. Globs of cum and drool ran down my face. Hot tears streamed down my flushed cheeks, parted lips quivering as I gasped for air.
“That’s what you fuckin’ get.”
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I gnawed on the nail of my thumb. A throbbing pain settled into my flesh as I chewed the keratin to a nub. Incoherent yelling echoed down the hallway. I swallowed, knowing Simon was in that room, and he wasn’t the type to yell.
It was simply a new recruit making a mistake. Not looking where he walked. But as Lieutenant, Simon was in charge of him, accountable for every stupid decision his subordinates made.
The whirring sound of propellers disappeared into the distance. Who knows if the kid would make it to the hospital alive?
The screaming ceased, only followed by incoherent mumbles and the sound of the creaking door hinge. He looked dejected, and stiff, as he left the room. His brown eyes quickly found me. The heels of his combat boots clicked against the tile as he swiftly approached. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, dragging me behind as he stormed down the corridor.
“Wait, what happened?” I asked, struggling to keep up with his long gait. He gave me nothing but a grumble in response. “Simon, please talk to me.”
He pulled me into his dormitory, quickly kicking the door shut. He stood in silence, shoulders heaving with every deep breath he sucked in. His blue eyes stared down at me, hulking frame shrouding me in shadow. I was quiet, my heart pounding in my ears as I looked at the man towering over me.
“You wanna fuck me?” He spat. I stammered, at a complete loss of words. My brows furrowed, eyes flicking around his face. Maybe, surely, it was just a joke. “Speak,” he spoke sternly.
“Yes-“ I sputtered.
“Fine,” he clenched his jaw tightly, “but I’m in fucking charge.” He punctuated his poignant words with a push of his index finger against my sternum. I nodded, watching as he turned toward the bed. He stepped forward until the frame met his shins. His belt buckle clattered as he quickly undid it. With a thud, he dropped the belt to the floor.
“On your knees,” he spoke over his shoulder. Without another word, I kneeled before him, watching as he pushed his jeans over his hips. The denim pooled at his ankles. He leaned forward, shifting his weight onto his hands, palms flat against the mattress.
I felt hot, unbearably so, with his ass so close to my face. I glided my palms up the back of his thighs and over his ass. A soft noise left my lips as my fingers kneaded his plush ass.
“Go on. This was your idea,” he glanced at me over his shoulders. I felt myself quiver under his judging glare. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his heated skin, only to lean back and watch as I slowly spread him open. His hole clenched, almost as if winking at me. Licking my lips, I leaned in, running my tongue over the muscle.
My eyelids fluttered closed as I circled my tongue around his hole. His hand finds my head, holding me flush against his ass. Soft licks slowly grew firmer, only for me to pull back. I craved any reaction from him, any little noise slipping from his throat would’ve driven me mad.
I turned, sinking my teeth into the flesh of his ass before bringing my attention back to his hole. Drool ran down my chin, coating his ass in a thin sheen. I moaned against his ass as I used my palms to spread him wider.
A faint grunt, just loud enough to hear, fell from his parted lips. I furrowed my brows, leaning in closer. The tip of my tongue circled the tight muscle before pushing forward, just barely nudging past his hole.
“Fucking slag,” he spat, holding me flush to his ass. I dipped my tongue further inside him. The tip of my nose nudged against his tailbone.
His hand left my head, resting on the bed frame. I could feel his thighs quiver under my touch. Pulling back, I spread him wide. I gathered a pool of saliva on my tongue before spitting onto his twitching hole. The pads of my fingers circled his hole before sinking in.
I pushed the digits forward until my knuckles grazed his taint. His shoulders heaved with every shaky breath he took.
“Doin’ so good, Si,” I cooed, pressing kisses to his ass.
“Don’t fuckin-” his words faltered as I slowly pumped the digits in and out of him. I could feel him slowly loosen up around my fingers. The tips of my digits curled, searching for the spot within that would have him seeing stars.
“Hurry up,” he grumbled. I sunk another finger into him. The digits disappeared with a lewd squelch. “And use more lube.”
He pushed an unopened bottle of lube in my face. Leaning back, I grasped the bottle in my hand. The cap popped open with a soft click. I pulled my digits out and squirted a generous helping over my skin. He let out a low groan as I slid my slicked fingers back inside of him.
His hole sucked my fingers in greedily. With a breathy whine, I sped up my pace. My knuckles met his ass with every thrust. I couldn’t help but wonder if he prepped himself, or maybe he was just that eager.
He stared down at me with brown eyes, drawing my attention from his twitching hole. Silently, he narrowed his eyes at me. My fingers stilled inside of him, heart pounding in my ears.
“Get the strap.”
Without a word, I withdrew my fingers with a soft pop. I rose to my feet, turning to the nightstand. I threw open the drawers, shoving aside his neatly folded socks. My heart quickened as my fingertips brushed against cold silicone. I freed the strap from its hiding place, slipping the loops over my ankles.
“No.” He grumbled, piercing gaze shooting through me. “Take ‘em off first.” His brown eyes flicked down to my sweatpants. I stepped out of the harness, dropping it onto the mattress. My fingertips slid underneath the band, pushing the thick cotton fabric over my hips. The cloth pooled at my ankles. He grunted, gaze locked onto my boxers- his boxers.
Goosebumps covered my bare thighs as I kicked the two items aside. I reached out toward the strap, only for his fingers to wrap tightly around my wrist. He pursed his lips, teeth gritting.
“Shirt off,” he spat. A breathy noise caught in my throat. His gaze didn’t leave mine as I pulled my shirt over my head. His brown eyes flicked to my bare chest. With a grunt, his tongue darted out, licking across his chapped lips.
He watched as I slowly approached the bed, reaching for the harness. His half-lidded eyes sparked with some kind of foreign feeling. Hunger. For what, I didn’t know.
I fastened the buckles in place. The silicone bobbed as I turned toward Simon. I felt- embarrassed, powerless even, face burning as he furrowed his brows.
“Get on with it,” he grunted. With shaking hands I grabbed the bottle of lube, spreading a thick glob over the silicone. Not bothering to pay it any mind, I tossed the bottle somewhere on the bed. I wrapped my fingers around the dildo, spreading the slick over its length. I ran my palm up Simon's back, sliding down to his ass. The faint taste of iron tinged my tongue as I bit down on my bottom lip. I spread him open with my palm. My other hand guided the head of my cock to his awaiting hole.
I nudged my hips forward just enough to push the head of my cock inside of him. His head dropped, fingers firmly gripping the duvet. A soft noise, barely audible over my racing heart, rose from his chest. Taking his moan as permission, I slowly inched the silicone inside of him.
I watched as his hole swallowed every inch of my cock. Watched as his thighs quivered. Watched as his half-lidded eyes stole glances of me from over his shoulder.
The leather harness met his ass as I bottomed out inside of him. As if my mind hadn’t bothered to process it, I stared down at where our bodies met. The realization donned on me that this was finally happening. I was finally inside of him.
“Fucking move-” he spat, sparing me just a quick glance. My breath hitched as I pulled out, only to thrust forward. I dug my fingers into his plush ass, guiding his hips back against me with every thrust. My lips parted, a soft moan falling from my tongue. His ass jiggled with every slap against my hips.
Heat sparked in my core. I pressed my thighs together, directing my focus back to the man in front of me.
“Quit staring and fuck me harder.”
“Sorry-” I sputtered. My hands slid up his back, pushing his chest against the covers. The mattress squeaked as I propped my knee up on the edge of the bed. I grunted, pistoning my hips forward into him.
“Not half bad.” He punctuated his words with a breathless groan. His jaw went slack, eyebrows screwing together as I sped up.
“Harder-” he spoke softly, biting back pent-up noises that threatened to spill from his chest. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust of my hips. Every nudge of my cock head against his prostate drew murmured moans from the hulking man.
“Harder,” he grunted again. Rhythmic slapping and thudding filled the room. His moans, growing more and more unrestrained by the minute, melded into a sort of devious symphony.
I spread him open, watching him swallow every inch of my cock. A mix of lube and spit ran down his taint. He was practically glistening in the light.
“Put your-” his words were cut off by a deep, rumbling groan. “-hips into it.” I spat onto his hole, smirking as I watched him clasp a hand over his mouth. Muffled grunts rose from his chest.
“You really aren’t as tough as you look, Lieutenant,” I laughed, thinking I’d finally gotten the man to succumb. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed me onto my back in an instant. He straddled my waist, wide eyes staring down at me.
“I told you I’m in charge,” he spoke through gritted teeth. Without breaking eye contact, he reached behind himself, fingers delving between my thighs. I was drenched, slick spreading down my inner thighs. He smirked, running his fingers up and down my folds.
“Fucking drooling,” his palm landed on my cunt, a soft slap echoing through the silent room. “You’re the one who wanted this, huh?”
I wordlessly nodded, biting back tears that welled in my eyes. A deep chuckle bellowed from his toned chest. I pursed my lips, my bottom lip quivering as I looked up at the man.
“We’re not stopping until I finish.” He shifted his weight onto his knees, head tilting back as he slowly sunk down onto my cock. I reached out, grasping every bit of skin that I could. My fingers kneaded his thighs, his stomach, his ass.
“Stroke my cock,” he stated plainly as he tugged my hand toward his leaking length. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, slowly stroking up and down his length.
He bounced himself on my length, eyelids fluttering closed. A long, drawn-out moan fell from his lips. Teardrops soaked his lashes.
I was desperate, rubbing my thighs tightly together. The visage of this man, this brooding Lieutenant shattered like a facade as he used me for his pleasure.
I spat into my palm before bringing it back to his cock. Precum beaded from the flushed tip. I could feel him twitch in my hand as I matched my pace with his.
“Simon,” I whined.
“Shut up, I’m close.” He spoke through a stream of short, erratic moans. His fingers tightly gripped the headboard. The mattress squealed beneath us as he used the leverage to fuck himself harder onto my cock.
“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, pace growing more arrhythmic as he reached his orgasm. Thick ropes of hot cum spurted over my chest and face. I squeezed my eyes closed, tongue lolling out in a poor attempt to catch his spend.
His hips stilled, cock twitching as I gave him one last teasing stroke. His sweaty chest heaved as he caught his breath, brown eyes staring down at me. With a soft squelch, he pulled off of my cock, sitting by my side. He hastily undid the buckles of my harness and yanked the leather from my hips. I whined, brows furrowing as he tossed it to the side.
“Dirty fucking bitch,” he growled, pulling me into his lap. His palm pushed my face into the covers, while the other landed harshly on my ass. The tears in my eyes that threatened to spill had finally relented. A puddle of drool and tears soaked into the duvet.
His fingers swiped through my folds, gathering my arousal on his digits. My back arched, hips pushing back against his hand. He chuckled, pushing two fingers inside of me. I moaned at the intrusion.
He was rough, and forceful. My cunt squelched around his fingers. My eyes strained, painfully throbbing as they rolled back. I choked out a sob into the comforter.
“You wanted this, so you better take it,” he grumbled.
My body felt weak, pins and needles pricking my extremities. I was close, painfully so. Every thrust of his digits had my stomach clenching, bracing for the inevitable climax.
“Fuck!” My words came out as more of a scream than a moan as he pushed me into the bounds of overstimulation.
I clenched around his digits, cunt spasming as I came. Fluid gushed from my slick folds, soiling the already tainted duvet. My thighs quivered, toes curling.
My body heaved as I sobbed, but he didn’t stop. He pistoned his in and out of me, pace not faltering for a moment. I turned my head, glancing at the man over my shoulder.
“Please!” I choked out a sob. Snot ran down my cupids bow.
“Oh, come on, one minute you’re begging and the next you’re crying,” he spat, giving another harsh smack to my ass. My skin turned red with irritation. “You’re gonna give me another,”
I sobbed, spit leaking from my parted lips. My breaths were shallow and ragged, and the lack of oxygen made my head spin.
In a moment I grew silent, jaw going slack in a silent scream as another wave of pleasure wracked my bones. I kicked my legs, only for the man to hold me still, pummeling my quivering cunt.
I sobbed, crying out his name. Hot tears ran down my blotchy cheeks. Snot sank into the fibers of the blanket below me. My throat ached, voice growing hoarse as my moans steadily declined until the two of us sat in silence.
I didn’t know when, or how, but when my eyelids fluttered open, I was in his arms. I grumbled, tucking myself into his warm embrace. His chapped lips pressed soft kisses along my sweaty forehead.
“You did so good,” he cooed, pulling back to meet my gaze. I felt a flame ignite in my face. My lips curled into a smile. He leaned in, softly kissing the tip of my nose. I chuckled, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck.
“It wasn’t too much?” He asked, fingers tracing incoherent patterns into my sticky skin.
“No. I promise,” I mumbled against his collarbone. His fingers traced along my jawline before moving to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“I wouldn’t mind doing that again,” he muttered under his breath.