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“Perimeter cleared.”
“Alright, ready up and get to the chopper. ‘Bout eight kilometers out. Are either of you broken?”
“Negative, sir.”
You take one final glance around the hallway to the to asses the damage. The recessed light fixtures were all destroyed by flying bullets in a tactical infiltration, leaving just a beam of red glow from the SALIDA (Exit) fire sign to fill in the pitch-black darkness.
Orchestrated by your Captain, you and your Lieutenant were sent out on a mission to breach a cartel compound heavily guarded by members of the Las Almas and intercept communications between them and the Al-Qatala.
It wasn’t an easy task working in the dark with no assistance from night vision monoculars, but the two of you made due with gluing yourselves back-to-back to maintain sight on all sides as you cleared out each and every room of ex-soldiers and enforcers.
By the time it was over, Ghost - your superior, and you remained fairly unscathed save for a couple bruises and knots from fighting off those that dared to throw their bodies onto you to disrupt the firing of your rifles. He drops his back against a wall as he takes his time to recover his breath. You follow suit alongside him in regaining your own composure shortly after, when your scanning of the hallway was deemed satisfactory.
The rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins, unable to slow down with the unnerving realization that sending only two members out to a location where the both of you were heavily outnumbered could’ve led to a disaster. It was a close call one too many times.
“In through your nose, our through your mouth, LT,” you said upon hearing the struggle in his heavy breaths.
“‘S too hot in here,” he grunted, disregarding your recommendation.
“Let’s get out of here, yeah? Probably cooler outside.”
You push yourself off of the wall with the intention of getting a move on to the nearest exit, but with no warning, you’re abruptly locked into place when the man’s hands slam against the wall on both sides of your head. You snap your head up to look at Ghost beaming back down at you, his large stature hunched over you like a shadow swallowing your body whole. Something feels darker in his aura than the building you’re alone with him in.
You try to knock one of his arms out of the way in impatience. “Did you not hear me? Let’s get out of the compound. We’re pressed for time.”
He allows you to move him, but you’re still left immobile when he takes a threatening step closer. Your body instinctively steps back and presses against the wall again.
Ghost reaches his hand up and rubs his masked mouth as if to wipe off the words his lips are eager to utter. His eyes remain locked onto you, heavy yet unable to read through the red light cast onto them. His armor-clad chest rises and falls with every heavy breath he takes.
Finally, his gravely voice echoes in the hall, spewing an abrasive statement that makes your heart drop to your stomach.
“I want to fuck you.”
You gape as his words. There’s dead bodies and pools of blood surrounding the both of you, and he’s aroused by it?
His adrenaline never diminished, but had made its way down to his core and set his desire ablaze. The heat of a moment that left only you in his sights. His final prey.
You swallow thickly. Your blood pulsating through your body at a rapid speed. His primal urge to mate after a kill is almost enticing, sickly enough.
He takes a daring thumb to your bottom lip and smooths it along the supple flesh under his glove. The smell of gun oil and leather permeates your nose. You take in the scent as you match his eye contact with your own, unable to capitulate to the stare-down he instigated first.
“We really have to get going. Our men are waiting,” you whisper, attempting to break yourself of the lustful immersion.
“They can keep waiting. It’s a long trip anyways.”
You concede to this fact. You have a long journey ahead of you. They can’t honestly expect you to sprint five miles within an hour with the heavy gear you’re both sporting.
A long silence fills the air as you consider your options. The only noises crossing your ears are the electric hums of currents attempting to surge through the broken light fixtures, and Ghost’s bated breath. He waits fervently as his thumb caresses your chin.
Fucking on breached ground wasn’t necessarily on your bucket list, and especially not around bodies filled with bullets. However the way your lieutenant laid the idea on the table with just five words sounded sickeningly delicious. The excitement of your mission still left your body tingling with energy. You pictured his cock drilling into you in the red light of the building void of any living souls except yours and his. A risky situation that made your core tighten with elation.
You grab the front straps of harness laid across Ghost’s groin and yank him closer to you.
“Make it quick,” you demand, your voice thick with arousal.
With no words spoken, he makes quick work of releasing your cargo pants. A low growl escapes from his nose as he jerks your body around when his fingers fumble with the zipper. You’re immediate to reciprocate his actions in undoing him of the confines of his denim. The clashing rifle magazines attached to both of your vests make reaching for each other’s bodies difficult, creating sloppy rushed attempts of stripping each other’s lower halves.
You’re only able to peel away the flaps of his jeans before Ghost aggressively grips your by your shoulders and flips you around, forcing your chest against the wall before tearing your pants and underwear down below the curve of your rear. You lift an arm to use as a pillow against the cement. He wastes no time ripping off one of the gloves from his hand before bringing it between your legs. Your breath hitches at the sudden rush of bare skin against your wet seam. His fingers are calloused and scorching hot. He’s almost unphased by your arousal, but finds satisfaction in finding out you’re as sick-minded as himself.
Your body trembles the moment the man’s middle and ring digits find your clit. Your reaction informs him he’s found the right spot, so he continues to circulate around it, drawing out inexplicably sensual noises from the back of your throat. You push your hips out towards him for better access. Your reactions to his ministrations come close to throwing him off balance, to which he stabilizes himself with his free hand against the wall above you.
“You don’t know how much I wanted this,” Ghost sighs out. “How much I wanted to claim you.”
You jolt in pure arousal to his words. Although confounding, you almost assumed he felt this way much longer than before this moment. Many times you’ve sensed his eyes watching your every movement. It caught your breath every time. Something was exhilarating about the promiscuity of it all. The idea of being ‘claimed’ by your superior that you too found interest in sent chills down your spine.
Two thick fingers begin to enter you, the pads of them instantly curving into your sweet spot. Back and forth. Your head thrashes back to the feeling of your core tightening to his skillful hand. Everything is so hot. The rigid air and growing body heat envelope you.
“Shit— sir!” you cry out. It only provokes him more to continue pressing into you.
“That’s it, private. Let me hear you say my name.”
“Ghost, please…”
“Not quite right,” he inserts a third finger and pumps right into your most sensitive area, relentless and unforgiving.
“Simon!”
You’re almost blinded by the orgasm that rushes over you. It’s so sudden that your legs give out. Ghost is quick to catch you when he hooks his arm under your waist. He works you roughly through the bright flashes of white behind your eyes in the intensity of your climax.
As you come down, you scramble to gather your bearings as he shoves his denim down just enough to to get the boxers out of the way. You’re left feeling empty when his hand leaves from between you legs. Another wave of heat presses against your bare ass and follows flush with it when you manage to stand up on your own. You look back at Simon over your shoulder for the first time since you went chest-first into the wall. His cock is pressed against you. He’s staring down at your skin against his. Smooth and hard. You can see a sheen of sweat mingling with and smudging the charcoal that regularly covers his eyes, plastered behind a wall of fake-skull sewn crudely into his balaclava.
Silvery eyes now emitting red from the exit light slowly raise to meet yours. His pupils are blown out with the natural drug of ecstasy having taken over his entirety.
He shifts until his tip pushes against your folds, a silent request for permission. His eyes never leave your own.
The build-up of tension has you feeling impatient. You push back against him until he enters you, eliciting a brief groan from him.
“Alright, there you go,” he says lowly, encouraging you to take your time in adjusting to his size.
You don’t take any time.
You press your hips back further, allowing your body to swiftly envelop his cock. It’s a pleasant burn - certainly no match for the three fingers he delved in to prepare you. A whimper escapes your lips.
Ghost grabs your waist to slow you down, struggling to hold himself back at the feeling of tight slick walls clamping down on his already aching cock.
“Steady…” he hisses.
With the control he gains over your body, he holds you still as he finishes the work. He’s well aware of his endowment and doesn’t intend on harming your most intimate area until you’re physically prepared for it. When he bottoms out, he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. You’re ridiculously tight, but so wet that he can glide through your cunt with ease.
You choke back a cry. He’s hot inside you. A special, delicious kind of heat opposed to the torrid weather surrounding the two of you. Your body is burning with lust.
Everything is just too fucking hot.
He grinds his hips against you before making his first thrust. Slow and deliberate. Your struggled noises develop into a moan which tells him you’re good to go. His pace picks up, sending sweet kisses to your cervix every time his cock explores into your pussy in its entirety.
With your free arm, you reach behind you and grasp the strap of his vest. You pull his torso closer to you to whisper.
“Fuck me, Simon.”
You accidentally awaken a beast with your sultry words. He grips your wrist and tears it off of him, pinning it to the wall with a power you couldn’t pull out of. Every time his cock buried inside of you, the thrusts grew into increasingly sharper jabs. You tilt your head back in awe at his pure raw strength, gurgling back screams of bliss.
“Fuck!” He strangles out through his teeth.
Your needy body thrusted backwards against his groin, almost as if you were fucking him right back. The sounds of rattling equipment as your bodies melded together in a rough, passionate wrestle of power permeated the still air. But nothing was louder than the man’s sighs and rasped groans that caressed your ears with every intentional movement to chase that high you craved.
Ghost suddenly clasps onto your wrists and wrings them together behind your back. It only takes one of his hands to lock your arms in place.
“Look at me,” he demands, his voice is more coarse than sandpaper from the breaths that dry out his throat.
You struggle to bring your head against the wall, but every ounce of difficulty is worth it when you meet his lust-filled gaze. He’s staring at you with knitted brows. The stretch of the fabric over his mouth tells you is lips are drawn open for air. Every moment he’s fully inside you, his eyes scrunch closed.
Ghost is fully possessed by the grandeur of the heated intimacy he’s sharing with you.
His thrusts begin to grow erratic. He takes your restrained wrists and pushes both of them against the wall to your sides again so that he could press his body closer to yours. You’re delirious to his ministrations to the point you accept any manipulation he does to your body.
You feel you reaching your peak when his noises grow louder. Heat continuously boils your core until it finally bubbles out. Your second orgasm rushes over you within moments. Your body goes still as he persistently comes to par with you in reaching that climax.
“God— fuck !” he grunts, burying himself as far as his body would allow before he releases his pent up load deep inside of you.
You’re seeing bright flashes of white again as your body is nearly torn in half from his hedonism.
Everything is burning . But it doesn’t matter. It’s as if the building - no, the entire world - could fill with smoke and ember and you would just stand there and watch with him.
You’re left empty again when he pulls out of you and releases you from his clutch, but his body remains unmoved from your back. You press your face against the cool wall and bask in the glow of your orgasm. Strong arms suddenly wrap around you, pulling you tight against Ghost’s chest. He drops his head to head his cheek against your ear.
“You’re mine now.”