A/n: there will be smut in this chapter, be advised.

Word count: 6.7k

The helicopter ride had all sorts of tension thickening the air, everybody was fuming or confused over something, except Soap of course. No, Soap was kicking his feet at the edge of his seat, trying to talk to Alejandro, but received no answers. Valeria and Alejandro participated in long, hate-filled staring contests. Apparently they knew each other, or at least that's what Soap told me when I was too busy avoiding eye contact with Ghost. Graves was non stop shooting steely daggers into me with his eyes, probably wanting to shove me off his military craft. Ghost was doing the same thing, except the emotion in his gaze was unreadable. He's so hot and cold, one moment we're yelling at each other and the next he says, or does, something that spikes my heart rate for reasons I will not be sharing.

Regardless, the minute the chopper hit the ground inside of Alejandro's base, I was already launching myself off of it, just needing to get away from everyone so I could think in peace. Think about what Ghost does to me, think about what's hidden beneath his mask, think about what goes on in his head, think about his lips on mine. What? Shaking my head, I took a deep, cleansing breath. These thoughts needed to be dealt with, locked in a box to which I throw away the key. "Earth to Y/n," Soap called out, standing directly in front of me, waving his hand in my face. My cheeks heated up as I met his gaze, almost scared he could hear my heartbeat from where he stood. "Yep, that's uh- me," I stuttered, groaning internally. 

He raised an eyebrow before grabbing my shoulders, shaking them, "C'mon lass," he grinned, pulling me with him toward what looked to be a large shipping container, the inside illuminated only by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling overtop a metal folding chair. By now the sun had fully risen, the warmth of its rays alleviated some of the stress and confusion weighing down on my bones, the crisp summer wind blowing in my face grounded me somewhat in reality. The reality that my mind was occupied by Ghost, much to my dismay. I thought we despised each other? I thought he'd be the death of me and I'd be the death of him? Wasn't that how this was supposed to be? 

My eyes remained forward, watching as Graves shoved Valeria inside of the metal, rectangular container before pushing her down on the seat. My feet moved at the speed Soap's did as his arm remained loosely draped over my shoulders, saying things to me that I just couldn't quite hear. Not when Ghost was this close to me, not with his eyes never leaving me, eyes that I have avoided ever since he uttered those five words, and eyes that I will continue to avoid until I figure myself, and my feelings out. From my peripherals, though, I could see the way his hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides, his body language exuding frustration, anger. Why? That's not for me to know, nothing about him is what I need. 

The rest of us began to file inside the claustrophobic room, the air inside dingy and dank smelling. Ghost stood on one side, and I decided to stand on the complete opposite one, his fists clenching again. Graves' annoying fucking voice ripped me from my swamp of a mind, Ghost taking a backseat inside of it finally. "How do you two know each other?" He asked with an accusation filled tone, censure dripping from his words like acid as his fingers pointed between Alejandro and Valeria. Alejandro scoffed and shook his head, getting more upset than I'd ever seen him, "Know is a strong word," he growled, his eyes narrowing down at Graves. Well fucking finally somebody else doesn't like him as much as I do.

Valeria grinned from where she sat, crossing one leg over another as she relaxed back in her seat, "Las palabras fuertes son importantes. Nuestra palabra es nuestro valor, verdad (Strong words are important. Words are our worth, right)?" She stated from her chair, shrugging her shoulders. Alejandro began to shake with rage, his face contorting and twisting into an expression that was nothing short of absolute fury, "Vete al infierno, maldito hijo de puta-- Voy a matarte (Go to hell you sonuvabitch-- I'm going to kill you)!" He roared, fire dancing in his eyes as he rapidly approached her. Rodolfo shot his hand out, pulling him backward "Cálmate, comandante (Calm down, commander). "Alejandro-" Soap jutted in from next to me, some traces of concern making its way to his face.

Alejandro shrugged everybody off of him, throwing his hands up in the air, "Yeah? Yeah?" He yelled out, his voice trembling with pent up anger. He shook his head and laughed, turning around and walking toward the exit before whipping his body back toward everyone, his piercing glare never leaving from where Valeria sat. "Vamos (Go on)," he sneered, letting his elbows hang loosely as his hands rested on the top edge of his tactical vest, "Dígales (Tell them)." Valeria smiled, "I don't take orders anymore," she started off, her own stare never leaving Alejandro, "Even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me," she concluded, looking between all of us, arrogance oozing from her pores. 

Alejandro laughed incredulously, his eyes darting between everyone in the room but her, "Mira este (Look at this)," he muttered angrily before raising his voice about twenty octaves again, "She's ex-military. We used to serve together." Valeria smirked before twisting her torso to the side, letting her left arm hand loosely on the top edge of her chair, "Same squad. Different unit," she explained, her lips pursing together. Her eyes fell on Alejandro, "You were the wild ones, huh..." she mumbled in a condescending voice, "Los Vaqueros." Alejandro gave a huge, toothy grin, his hands clenching tightly around the rough fabric of his vest. 

Valeria looked back at Graves with a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips as he continued to speak, "My squad was clean cut senores and senoritas," she stated proudly before turning her waist back forward, her sights scanning the rest of us up and down. Alejandro nodded his head, giving her a spiteful look, "That was until the raid on the son of Las Arana," he cut in immediately, taking a step in her direction, "Te acuerdas (Do you remember)?" Valeria nodded, the same snarky grin still playing on her face, "I remember perfectly," she hummed, her back relaxing against the seat she sat in, taking a deep sigh and shaking her head. Alejandro darkly chuckled, his anger rising and rising the longer he was in her presence. 

His head whipped toward me and Soap, my eyebrows pinching together when I met his angry gaze, "Her team was told to cordon off the city," he started, motioning toward where Valeria sat, "To keep out La Arana's enforcers and prevent the blood shed," he bitterly finished, his lips pursing into a thin, tight line as he redirected his focus back to Valeria. She dropped her voice, sitting up further in her seat, "That's exactly what we did," she mumbled softly, talking to Alejandro as if he was a baby. He shook his head in return before nodding his head up and down dramatically, "Well, you kept out the enforcers because you were the enforcers, huh?" He replied, his voice raising until it boomed at the end of his sentence. 

Even with all the drama going on, even when my attention should've been on what was happening right before me, I couldn't focus knowing Ghost's eyes had yet to stray away from me, watching how his body language grew more tense the longer I didn't met his stare with my own. Soap nudged me, giving me a perplexed look, probably wondering why I wasn't paying attention. Shaking my head back at him, I shrugged, speaking through my body language. He nodded and looked away, facing back toward the scene playing before us that belonged in some reality TV show, Real Housewives of Las Almas. 

Of course Graves was the one person who could pull me from the depths of my thoughts with just his annoying Southern accent alone, "So you killed him and took over?" He asked, his voice low as he approached Valeria closer from behind before moving to her right. She grinned up at him, "I created a power vacuum," she shrugged with a lackadaisical voice, "And I filled it." She tore her gaze away from Graves and redirected her attention to Alejandro, "Las Almas needs me," she stated in a low voice, a hint of danger residing in her tone. "Las Almas need soldiers," Alejandro scoffed in return, "Not sicarios."He grinned before taking a few steps in her direction, bending at his waist so he was eye level with her. "And you..." he tsk'd, "You disgrace the army," he boomed in her face. 

Graves crossed his arms over his chest, resting his body on the side of the container, peering down at her, "Why are you doing this?" He asked lowly. Valeria smiled and turned her upper half in his direction, her gaze looking him up and down before meeting his eyes, "You tell me?" She challenged, a grin pulling at the corners of her lips, "You're the contractor no?" She shrugged, motioning one of her hands in his direction. "What you don't do, your competitors will," she bluntly stated. Ghost, for the first time since before the helicopter ride, tore his gaze from me and narrowed it down at Valeria, "You're a narco harboring a terrorist," he bit. 

Valeria looked down at the ground, her lips pulling together before motioning her hands outwards, "Terrorism is good for business," she explained, looking around, "It's insurance." Alejandro darkly chuckled, shaking his head as he rapidly approached Valeria once again, "What the fuck does that mean?" He hissed in her face. Valeria sat back up in her seat, the temper she's kept hidden thus far coming out as she yells back, "Puedes sacar la cabeza de tu maldito trasero por un segundo? Por el amor de Dios Alejandro (Can you get your head out of your fucking ass for a second. For fuck's sake Alejandro)," she angrily retorted, throwing her hands up in the air. 

Graves walked up to her and attempted to push her shoulders back to rest against the seat again, with narrowed eyes she jerked her joint out of his grip, sitting back herself. Alejandro took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze swimming with anger and hate. It was kinda hot, but it really wasn't the time to relay that information. Valeria rested her elbows on her knees as she pressed her upper body forward, "As long as there's a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs," she hissed, her voice dropping low once again. Alejandro's lips tightened, his fists clenching tightly at his sides. "To find your so-called terrorist, and missiles, you need me," she continued, her eyes falling on each of us collectively. 

Alejandro shook his head, walking to one side of the container before picking up his rifle resting up against the wall, and slinging it back over his shoulder. "I'm not doing this," he stated darkly, walking toward the exit. Soap stepped up, looking at Alejandro with furrowed eyebrows, "This doesn't change anything," he stated, pursing his lips at the end of what he had to say. Alejandro shot his head back at Soap, "THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING!" He shouted angrily in return, causing me to flinch slightly, "FUCK!" Before he walked away, her turned back at the rest of us, "Don't make a deal with her," he paused, "It won't end well." On that note, he threw the door open and stormed away, letting it slam behind him. 

After a few moments I slowly walked up to Valeria, eyeing her form up and down, "Well, now I think it's your turn to tell the truth," I hummed, a satisfactory smirk playing on my lips as I stared straight into her eyes with an unwavering look. She smiled back at me in return, an unreadable emotion taking place on her features. Graves approached her next, bending down so his mouth was close to her ear, making me shudder in disgust. Thank fuck that's not me. "I want the missiles, I want the target, and I want Hassan," he darkly stated, giving me an angry glare at the mention of Hassan. Rolling my eyes back at him, I bit down harshly on my tongue to keep me from lashing out.

Graves looked over at her, his mouth still near the edge of her face, "And you've got 10 seconds before I show you the difference between the military and me," he concluded. Okay, I fucking hate Graves with a burning passion, but that was the most badass shit I've ever heard in a very long time. The difference between the military and me I grinned, thinking to myself, I'm gonna use that at some point. Valeria nodded her head, not bothering to even glance at Graves, "I don't know the targets," she replied, "I'm a courier, I move things." The room fell silent for a few moments before she continued, "I can tell you where to find the missiles. When you return, I'll tell you where Hassan is." 

Her voice began to pick up again, growing louder and angrier with every new word falling from her lips, "And in exchange, you will let me go. And get the fuck out of Las Almas," she barked vociferously causing Graves to take a few steps back. "Now leave," she yelled again, motioning all of us toward the door. Nodding my head, I gave her a wink before walking out, the sun temporarily blinding me from being inside that dark ass room for so long. Quickly, I started to walk into different random areas of Alejandro's base, looking for the living quarters he told us to crash in when the time arises. My eyes flitted around as I passed random Los Vaqueros soldiers, all seeming to busy in conversation to direct me.

Groaning inwardly, I realized I'd been walking aimlessly for a very long time, not having much clue to where I was going, just knowing I needed to be alone. After what seemed forever, I came across a few clustered buildings, some soldiers walking in and out of the many doors littering the exterior of the structure before traipsing down stairwells. Relief flooded my veins, a deep sigh expelling itself from deep in my lungs. My feet quickly made their way toward an empty room, one of the few that was reserved for us, the 141. My hand made contact with a handle, pulling it down before pushing the door open. Heavy footsteps began to approach me from behind, but I paid no mind. Just assuming it was another soldier late for some task. 

Not even a few steps inside, my body was flipped around and pressed against a cool, concrete wall, Ghost's palms pressing into the hard surface on either side of my head. "Why the fuck won't you look at me Y/n," he hissed darkly in my ear, his gaze darting down to my body before dragging back up to my eyes. My mouth ran dry, my words getting lodged in my throat. This proximity wasn't helping with the wild thoughts crashing into my head like a tidal wave. His jaw clenched tightly underneath his balaclava, his hands pushing harder into the concrete, "Y/n... I am only going to ask one more fucking time before I force you to speak," he lowly whispered, his eyes boring into mine with promise laced in his tone. 

The smell of him: tobacco intermingled with a musky scent that could only belong to Ghost, the faint hints of cologne radiating from his looming frame, just the air that surrounded him in general had me weak to my knees. The calculating gaze I was under, the way his eyes would stray from mine toward unspecified parts of my body, lingering for moments too long until he met my pleading stare once more. Pleading for him not to press me, pleading for him to cut the shit, pleading for something else entirely, something that will yet again be pushed to the back of my head. "Stop it Ghost," I asked desperately, all though it came off more as a beg more than I wanted it to be. His eyes darkened when I whined his name like that, his teeth gritting together tightly. 

Growling darkly beneath the fabric of his mask, he seemed at war with two parts of himself, his eyes a raging battle between desire and something else I couldn't quite make out. Maybe hesitation? Maybe professionalism? Maybe the hate he harbored for me? Or so I thought. His feet took another step forward, my back pressing up harder against the wall behind me, the grainy concrete biting into my skin through my thin, blood stained shirt. Carefully, he brought his hand from next to me down to my face, my breath hitching in my throat as he stroked my cheek with his fingertips. His thumb brushing tantalizingly slow against the pink flesh of my lips, rubbing it ever so softly with a gentle touch.

My body leaned into him, my teeth pulling at my lip still in his grasp, my eyes staring up at him through my thick eyelashes. His eyebrows pulled together, his breathing growing more heavy the longer we held our gaze. "Ghost," I breathed, his entire body tensing as I did so. "You're so fuckin' beautiful Y/n," he mumbled so quietly I almost couldn't make it out. My thighs squeezed together, not even realizing they were doing so until Ghost's stare immediately darted down to them. A groan fell from his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut before they shot open, his attention back on my clouded gaze. Clouded with desire, much like his own. In one quick motion he backed up, his hand colliding with the door as he slammed it shut. The shockwaves from the noise rattled my bones, but nothing, not even an atomic fucking bomb, could tear my attention away from him. Not now, anyways. 

Slowly, he approached me again, his darkened eyes falling to my lips, "Say my name like that again," he groaned softly, watching my mouth, wanting to see his name breathlessly spoken on my tongue. Heat rose to my cheeks, arousal beginning to pool in my dark pants, "Ghost..." I whispered, my voice low, filled to the brim with nothing short of fucking eroticism. My eyes fell to his cargo pants, the way they were beginning to tighten around his hips. Gulping slightly, I couldn't seem to met his stare again. Harshly he grabbed my chin and slammed my head back against the wall, "Eyes on me," he ordered, his voice strained. "Yes sir," I whispered, earning yet another groan from him.

Through the bottom of my eyes, I could see his cargo pants growing tighter and tighter, a large bulge peeking up at me. A low whimper fell from my mouth, my thighs squeezing together tightly, a coil slowly being bound up in my abdomen, wanting some form of release. "Fuck, Y/n," Ghost muttered, his voice almost breathless in the way he spoke my name, much like they way I spoke his. "Do you even know what you've been doing to me?" He asked, desperation beginning to drip from every word, every sentence he said to me, his jaw clenching underneath his balaclava, his fists corralling again. "You do the same to me," I whispered, my voice wavering with the swelling passion taking over my mind.

I could hear him thickly swallow, his adams apple bobbing, a sight I've grown to love. His hands began to fall from the wall, making their way down to my waist, gripping at my soft flesh, his eyes never leaving mine, even though I so desperately wanted to look away, downward to be exact. Using a soft, feathery touch, his fingers began to travel toward the hem of my shirt, his gaze growing more and more desperate. Nodding my head, he growled loudly, ripping my shirt directly down the middle before a labored groan emerged from deep in his throat, his stare immediately tearing from my eyes down to my breasts. "Oh... fuck..." he whimpered, the noise causing my thighs to press together again. 

His large hands lightly trailed up my exposed flesh, squeezing my breasts softly, my nipples between his fingertips. A small moan escaped my mouth, my knees feeling like they'd give out from under me at any second, a strained noise followed from him soon after. One of his hands dropped down to his pants, pulling at the fabric covering his groin. The loss of contact from one my breasts caused me to whine, my hand latched onto the one that left me, redirecting it back up to where I so desperately needed him to touch. "Such a good fuckin' girl aren't you," he mumbled, one of his fingers beginning to pinch at my nipple. 

My head snapped back, pressing against the wall as a loud, sensual noise erupted from deep inside of me, "Ghost..." I whined, my thighs pressing together more tightly. "What did I say Y/n," Ghost growled, his fingertips squeezing harshly down on my nipple. A pained yelp sounded out from my mouth as I looked back up at him, panting softly, "Eyes on you..." I whispered, a throaty groan filling my ears as he nodded his head. "Keep them that way," he ordered, applying less pressure on my nipple now, his other hand still kneading the flesh of my other breast softly. His eyes darted between each of my boobs, both of my hardened nipples, his breathing growing more erratic by the second. 

Quickly he dropped his hands from me causing my eyebrows to furrow together, my breaths coming out in short pants. He dropped down to my torn shirt strewn across the floor, grabbing it before tearing yet another piece off, approaching me once again. "This stays on," he ordered, roughly grabbing my neck to yank me toward him, tying the fabric around my eyes, blinding my vision. Some disappointment flooded me, dampening my mood slightly knowing I wouldn't be able to see his face, to watch his eyes and where they'd travel, "Just for now," he promised, pushing me up against the wall again. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt his minty breath on my cheeks, feeling it fan my face in the best way possible.

Slowly, his left hand made its way back up to my face, cupping the side of it softly while the other squeezed my breast tightly, kneading the skin once more. His soft tongue made contact with my lower lip, dragging across it, begging for entrance. My lips slightly parted, his mouth immediately latching onto mine, his tongue delving inside. A loud grunt sounded from him as our tongues danced together, each of us fighting for dominance over the other. My hands traveled up his broad form before running through his soft, messy hair. "Fuck," he groaned into my mouth, kissing me more feverishly. 

He pressed his body flush against my own the more passionate we became, the bulge from his pants dug into my lower abdomen, poking me. My breasts began to become squished against his abs, earning a soft moan from me that intermingled with the erotic sounds of our lips moving together. Breathlessly he took his lips from mine before running them down to my neck, leaving a trail of saliva in his path, his teeth nipped at my flesh, a loud whimper emitting from me with each small bite. "Ghost..." I whined, my hands gripping tightly into his hair. "Simon," he corrected softly before dragging his tongue over a sensitive part of my neck once more, my body shuddering. 

His lips began to softly suck on my skin, his teeth dragging across of it as he left love bites in his path. A sudden lose of contact followed, leaving me a melted mess before my ears picked up on the sound of rustling clothes, and then gear dropping to the floor. "Oh fuck," Ghost hissed, whimpering slightly before I heard his hands run over something. My teeth began to bite at my swollen lips, my hands traveling down to my cargos, just wanting some relief. My wrist was soon slammed into the wall behind me, "Not yet," Ghost growled angrily before latching his lips onto my nipple. "Gh- Simon," I whined loudly, my thighs trembling. 

The minute his name left my mouth, he slung me over his shoulder before harshly throwing me onto a rough mattress, the bed. Rustling fabric filled the room, loud enough for me to hear over my own panting and his grunting. In a few moments, the material was torn away from my face, my eyes blinking rapidly to regain vision. Not even waiting for them to fully adjust, my stare darted over to Ghost who stood next to the bed in just his boxers and balaclava. His body was sculpted like a Greek fucking God, with defined abs and a prominent V-line. His skin was littered with deep scars, ranging in all sizes and colors, from ghostly white to deep purple. 

"You're beautiful..." I whispered, letting my eyes travel all over him before he harshly grabbed my cheeks, forcing my gaze to meet his own. "Remember what I said," he hissed in my face, his breathing labored. "Eyes on you," I whispered, my voice getting lost in my throat. His nodded his head before roughly letting go of me. Using his palms, he pushed me back on the bed before tracing his hands down the valleys of my breasts to my abdomen and the finally, to the top edge of my pants. His fingertips pulled at my zipper, yanking it down before he ripped the cargos straight off my legs, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. 

His eyes soaked up every visible part of me, his adams apple bobbing again, "Oh God," he groaned, his boxers straining against the sheer size of his cock. Slowly, I tried to sit up, reaching my hands out to him, but he shoved me back down to the bed, my breasts bouncing the minute I made contact, earning a soft whimper from him. My sights watched how his member twitched underneath the fabric of his underwear, my panties dampening with the arousal building up in them the longer I stared. His hands began to trail across my pelvic bone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his path, more strained noises falling from him as he continued to touch me.

"Spread those pretty legs," he groaned, his eyes darting up to mine. Nodding my head and swallowing harshly, my legs slowly parted, his bulge growing bigger. His fingers began to travel down to the fibre of my underwear causing my body to shudder, a soft moan spilling from my mouth. The tip of his pointer finger lightly traced across my clit covered by a thin layer of fabric, sending a jolt throughout my body. "So fucking sensitive," he groaned, repeating the same process and receiving the same answer. Grabbing harshly on my thighs, he yanked my body toward the edge of the body whilst getting on his knees. 

Grasping the edges of my panties, he ripped them apart much like my shirt, his eyes widened before whimpering loudly, his thumb slowly dragging across my swollen clit. "Simon," I whined loudly, my back arching. "God, you're already so fucking wet," he groaned, swiping his calloused thumb over my soft bud again causing my head to snap back, my eyes rolling into my skull. Instantly, his hand slapped my pussy harshly, a loud cry falling from my lips as my eyelids shot open, my pleading gaze on his. "Eyes on me," he growled, slapping my sensitive cunt again, my body jerking. 

Gripping the rough sheets beneath me, I forced to keep my stare on him. "Good fuckin' girl," he groaned, swiping his thumb back and forth over my clit, loud moans soon falling breathlessly from me. Slowly, he pulled his balaclava to the bridge of his nose, letting the fabric rest there revealing his full, pink lips with a scar running down to the edge of them, his strong nose, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. My eyes remained glued to his features that were newly visible to me, handsome doesn't do justice to explain how gorgeous Ghost truly was, just the sight of him had me dripping. Oh boy have I been wrong about his looks. But I always knew he was attractive deep down, didn't I.

My eyes followed the way his lips approached my pussy, how his tongue dragged over top of them, wetting the pink skin surrounding his mouth. His warm breath fanned my cunt, causing my walls to clench around nothing. "Simon," I whined, my thighs beginning to tremble as his hands harshly grabbed them, pushing them apart as his fingertips dug into their soft skin. A loud moan shot from my mouth as his tongue pressed flat against my clit before he slowly dragged it upward, flicking it at the end. My entire body shuddered, my fingers gripping tighter against the sheets beneath me. "So fuckin' pretty," he grunted against my pussy before flicking his tongue against my clit for a second time. 

My eyes began to roll back before I caught myself, my throat running dry as his tongue began to expertly work against my cunt, lapping up the arousal dribbling from my entrance, rolling down to the bed beneath me. Releasing one of his hands from gripping my leg, he pulled my folds apart as his tongue continued to trace them, running from my entrance to my clit and then back again. "S-Simon," I whined loudly, earning a grunt from him as he continued to lick my greedy pussy, my arousal coating his lips and lower face. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he began to suck harshly on it, making me see literal stars. "You taste so good," he groaned, the vibrations from his voice traveling through my pelvis to the growing orgasm residing deep inside of me.

Using his pointer and middle finger, he began to outline my entrance while his tongue continued to relentlessly suck and lick up and down my clit, lapping up the juices spilling from me. "God you're so tight," he growled before shoving his fingers inside of me, stretching me open. My walls clenched around his fingers as he began to push them in and out of me, immediately drenching them with my arousal. "S-Simon..." I begged, my eyes still trained on me. "Cum for me," he groaned against my clit, curling his fingers deep inside of my cunt. My thighs began to shake the closer I became, his fingers working quicker and his tongue swiping back and forth faster. My legs began to squeeze together around his head, "Simon p-please," I cried out, needing just a little bit more.

Removing his fingers from inside of me, his tongue began to probe at my entrance as his thumb traced quick circles on my clit. My entire body began to erupt in a white-hot ecstasy sensation, my orgasm ripping through me and shaking my bones. "Simon-" I cried out loudly, wetness pouring from my pussy and into his mouth, his tongue eagerly lapping it up. Promptly pulling his mask back down over his lower face, he tore his boxers off of him, his thick cock springing upright, smacking against his belly button before bouncing to the side. My eyes widened at the sight, he looked to be around eight or nine inches in length, and very girthy as well. The tip of his dick was a deep pink color, some pre already dribbling from the slit running across it. 

As he went to touch it, a strangled whimper fell from his lips, his body shuddering. His eyes traveled from his cock to me, "I don't know how long I can last," he groaned, his cock jumping as his gaze darted down to my breasts. A smirk played at my mouth as I looked up at him, licking my lips, "Just fuck me Simon," I smiled, my voice still slightly shaking from my orgasm. It was as if a switch flipped inside of him as he harshly shoved me back down on the bed, placing himself between my thighs as he tore a condom with his teeth, carefully rolling it down over his length, small whimpers sounding from him as he did so. 

Using his hands, he grabbed onto his shaft, dragging his tip up and down my entrance, both of us moaning. The hand he held himself up by began to tightly grip the sheets beneath his palm, his breathing growing heavier. Slowly he began to trace it up to my swollen clit before slapping it with his length, "Fuck," I hissed, my body writhing beneath him. Slapping it again, harsher this time, his eyes bored into mine. "Tell me you want this," he groaned, a slight whine in his voice. My gaze traveled from his cock up to him as I nodded my head. Slapping my clit with his dick again he growled at me, "Use your words, Y/n," he hissed angrily. "Y-yes Simon," I breathlessly replied. 

Without wasting another moment, he pushed himself into me, my eyes snapped closed as I yelled out his name. "Fuck," he hissed in my ear, still trying to inch his cock all the way inside. "Y- mmh... You're s-so tight..." he whimpered softly, his breath coming out in short pants. My walls began to clench around his shaft, already feeling his dick throbbing against them. Slowly, he continued to push his hips forward until he completely bottomed out. His eyelids clenched shut, waiting a few moments until I adjusted to his sheer size. A soft squelch sounded through the room as he pulled himself out again before roughly slamming back into me. "Fuck Simon," I hissed, my nails digging into his muscular back. 

"So good for me," Ghost whined in my ear as he began to thrust in and out of my entrance, my pussy tightening around his length with each push. My moans and his whiny grunts began to fill up the room, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The hand supporting him upright began to tremble as his other one began to trace down to my clit, rubbing soft circles into my oversensitive nerves. My fingers dug deeper into his back as I cried out his name, the movement of his hips growing faster and more desperate. "Oh Y/n," he moaned breathlessly, swiping his thumb faster as he continued to buck his hips. 

My entire body trembled as I felt the head of his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside of me over and over again, the way his length pulsated with each thrust had my eyes begging to roll back. "You're d-doing... so- g-good for m-me..." Ghost whimpered in my ear, slamming his hips back and forth and back and forth over and over. The praises he sent my way had my walls clenching and throbbing around his cock, earning loud moans and grunts from him. The entirety of his dick was coated in my arousal, the way it would stretch my cunt to its limit with each thrust sent me to the moon. "Oh G-God-" I whined loudly, squeezing my legs tighter around Ghost's waist.

"That's r-r..." he shook his head, whining loudly, "C-Cum... o-on m-my cock..." he whimpered in my ear, his accent sending shockwaves of erotism through my veins. The length of his dick continued to fill me up, in and out, throbbing and pulsing deep into my cunt. "Simon!" I cried out loudly, wetness pouring from my pussy, drenching the sheets and his dick. His movements began to become more sloppy, his legs and arms trembling as he fucked my walls relentlessly. Louder grunts began to fall from his lips as he removed his thumb from my clit and brought that hand up to my face.

Cupping my cheeks, he forced my gaze away from his cock pumping in and out of me up to his lust-filled stare. "Say m-my name again," he groaned loudly, "Please." My mouth fell open as I continued to look into his half-lidded eyes, taking in the way his breathing was extremely labored, the way his cock pulsed harder, the way his eyebrows furrowed tighter. Growling he shot his hand down to my swollen clit, rubbing it harshly in circles. My eyes rolled back as I screamed out his name, "Simon!" He grunted loudly, "M-more," he whined in my ear. His thick length continued to slam in and out of me, his balls slapping against my ass as I whined out in pleasure.

Rubbing my sensitivity harder, I cried out his name again, earning a strangled mix between a growl and whimper from him. "J-Just like that," he grunted in my ear, his hips beginning to tremble as he forced himself deeper. My fingers started to scratch up and down his back, his muscles rippling beneath my nails, "S-so good," I whined loudly, my pussy clenching against his dick. Due the way he was breathing and groaning, I knew he wouldn't last much longer. He was holding himself back. Slowing down his movements, he began to focus on my clit once again, squeezing it between his thumb and pointer finger, rolling the bud in between his digits.

Once again, I began to feel an orgasm creep up on me, watching the way his reddened cock slowly moved in me, his breathless moans, my clit between his fingers. "O-Oh... my-" my mouth fell open as my head lolled back, a loud moan ripped itself from my throat as a third climax smashed into my body, stronger than any other one I've felt before. "Y/n..." he groaned, beginning to speed up his movements again, "Y/n," he pleaded, harshly grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. "L-look at me," he begged, thrusting harder. My teary eyes met his, his dick beginning to spasm inside of me.

"FUCK-" He cried out, slamming into my hips one last time before burying his cock deep inside of me, his member jumping and twitching against my walls. Slowly, he thrusted a few more times, loud whimpers following each one, before he breathlessly panted, swallowing thickly. "G-God..." he grunted, his body trembling overtop mine. My eyes slowly blinked up at him, exhaustion looming over my form much like he was. "You're so beautiful," he muttered softly, pulling out of me with one last throaty groan. He looked down into my dazed gaze as he stood up, pulling the condom off his dick and throwing it into the trash. My eyes lazily followed him, watching how an unreadable look flickered in his own.

But, I couldn't even think about what that meant, couldn't be bothered to decipher what was going through his mind. My head rested softly against the pillow, my eyes slowly fluttering shut before I forced them back open, looking over at Ghost. "Lay with me..." I breathlessly asked, he kept his attention on my face with the same look from before. A war waging behind his eyes, except now I couldn't tell what sides were fighting to win, and I was too tired to figure it out. Still, that didn't register. Not the skepticism, not the tensed body language, and not the trepidation as he made his way over to me, or his hesitation laying down. Even after I shut my eyes, even after he cleaned me up, even after I fell asleep. 

He still decided to leave without a word, without a goodbye, and without an explanation.