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It was a normal day in Central.
Roy Mustang had just finished a phone call with one of his sisters, speaking jovially and with vigor about their “date” coming up on Friday when he noticed that Riza had gazed at him solemnly from across the room, amber eyes burning the side of his face while he twirled the phone cord around his finger. She’d been doing that a lot, lately. It wasn’t until he was out with Hughes that he realized why.
“Roy, buddy,” Hughes had laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “She’s just pent up. I overheard her talking to Catalina about possibly giving someone a call to help her out.”
“You . . . overheard that?” Roy had muttered, quite tipsy at that point. Hawkeye wasn’t known for speaking of personal feelings anywhere near the word “duty.”
“Yeah, they were walking down the street to lunch,” Hughes had explained and turned to call for another two fingers of whiskey. “Don’t worry about it, she’ll be right as rain once she finally gets what she needs.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Roy had grumbled. He couldn’t have stopped the thoughts that came to him if he’d tried.
The next week was a race against time. He’d put plan after plan in place to get her completely free for a night, no one on his team the wiser. By the time the team left on Friday evening, Roy had acquired a bottle of dry champagne, cranberry juice, a charcuterie board, and a bouquet of roses, all waiting for him and Riza at his home. He’d also called Vanessa to cancel, ignoring her teasing about him finally going on a real date.
When Riza was occupied with packing her files into the russet-brown leather satchel he’d bought her for Yule one year, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, tucking his face into the crook of her neck.
“A little bird informed me that you need some help with something, Lieutenant,” he murmured against her ear, watching the hair on her forearms stand up with a small smirk.
“A little bird would be right,” she said stoically, and if not for that little movement she’d made when he announced himself, he’d have thought she was a statue. “Would you mind showing me that book again? The one that dives into the molecular structure of gunpowder?”
“Absolutely,” he replied earnestly. He stepped back and waved her ahead of him. “I can even drive you there and back.”
“I appreciate the offer, Colonel,” she said. “But I rather think I have something I need to do at home first. Could I be there in an hour?”
“Why of course, Lieutenant,” he smiled, enjoying this little game they were playing. “I await your call.”
The ringing of his doorbell later had been like a breath of fresh air. The look in her eyes and the clothes on her body in turn left him breathless.
Now they sat on his couch, facing each other after winding down from a pleasant dinner. They were both a little buzzed, heads fuzzy and limbs relaxed. Riza had taken to smiling listlessly when she forgot he was watching, and he desperately itched to see her face open up with pleasure. When they grew quieter, Riza’s hand drifted to his face as if on autopilot.
Roy leaned into the touch, featherlight and soft on his cheek. He gently grasped her fingers, dragging her fingertips to his mouth where he drew them in softly, wetly, tongue sliding up and between. Her breath shook on her next inhale, gut dropping and flipping before she squeezed her inner thighs together. He withdrew her fingers slowly, smirking before leaning in and drawing her mouth to his. His fingers grasped her jaw confidently and slid up into her hair to cup the back of her head.
He drank in her small moans, tongue diving in to clash with hers. Roy sucked her tongue in, pulling twice before releasing and sliding his other hand up her shirt. Riza’s skin was soft, warm, supple, and bronzed. It felt nice against his palm, and he continued to travel to her breast, cupping it through the thin lace of her bra. Her nipple peaked in the middle of his palm, and he give her breast a gentle squeeze before pinching it and sucking on her tongue. She moaned, shifting to slide her hands from his hair to the hem of his white t-shirt.
He leaned back and slid it off in a single motion, tossing it lightly to the side and helping her slide her shirt off. She was left in only her underwear, shy but round, sexy. Her bra couldn't hide the soft shading of her nipples, and her pussy had drenched the front of her panties. He had never been more turned on. He pushed her down, slowly guiding her so her head hit the arm of the couch.
He loomed over her, kissing her forehead, her nose, and her lips, so softly. Then he tucked his face into her hair, whispering into her ear, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." He breathed hotly and licked her earlobe, then down her neck and chest to suck on a nipple through the lace. She moaned, skin erupting into chill bumps, pussy aching for friction.
He continued his worship of her nipples, fingers traveling all over her thighs and hips, brushing the fabric of her underwear right over her pussy. The featherlight touch caused her dripping hole to clench down tightly, hips tilting up to gain a firmer caress. His fingers were already trailing away.
Eventually, she grew too sensitive for him to continue drawing her nipples into his mouth and blowing on the wet fabric to cool them. He helped peel her bra off, perky tits flushed and nipples hard. Aching and desperate, she dragged her hands down to his hips and unbuttoned his slacks, fingers dipping down the front with the intention of grabbing his cock.
He shifted away first, kissing his way down her stomach and to her hip bones, scraping his teeth on one and licking down into the crack of her thigh and pussy. She sighed and tilted her head back, eyes closed and breasts bouncing with her tiny, quick breaths.
To encourage her, his lips joined his tongue in suctioning a hickey on her inner thigh. The sharper ache of it zapped to Riza’s breasts. His breath ghosted over the hood of her pussy, tongue reaching out to touch the start of the opening. She was being so good for him, desperately wanting his tongue on her but holding so still.
Her reward was his flat tongue burrowing into her pussy to glide along her clit. The soft wetness finally applying pressure to her throbbing lips felt like heaven. She couldn't hold in the long sigh, her hands gripping the throw pillow by her head to dig her nails in, straining.
Roy gripped her hips, thumbs crushing into the hollows of her pelvis and pulling her to him, aiding his push forward to apply more pressure with his tongue. The forceful grab and movement of his tongue over her clit shot an aching throb through her abdomen, desperate to be filled. As if reading her mind his fingers dived into her dripping hole, arching up and driving into her hard, over and over. All the while his tongue never stopped rubbing back and forth, flat and wet over her swollen clit.
The sudden onslaught of sensation caused her to arch up with a shocked gasp, eyes open again to meet his smug gaze. Roy reached up with his other hand to pluck at one of her nipples, mouth suctioning around her clit and fingers driving up hard once, twice -
And she was shaking, shouting at the ceiling and hands grasping his hair as she came apart, legs closing around his head as if he was the only anchor she had to earth.
As she clenched rhythmically around his still fingers he rose to his knees and pulled his slacks and underwear to his thighs. Normally he would grind against the side of the couch to provide release, but in a true test of discipline, he refrained and allowed the anticipation to build. His cock was red and as hard as it had ever been, pearls of cum gathering at the tip.
He sighed roughly when he pulled his fingers out of her greedy cunt and grasped his swollen length, guiding it to her hole.
He drove into her hard and fast, giving no relief even as she shouted again, hands sliding and grasping at his dewy shoulders for purchase. He lifted her legs and hooked one knee around his arm, folding her in on herself and continuing to press forward. Never once did he pull out or back, never once did he allow her reprieve from the pressure. Her face was flushed red and it extended all the way down her chest to the top of her breasts. Her dusky pink nipples almost blended with the skin around them, smushed against her upper thigh. He loved looking down at her while he took what he wanted.
Finally, the throbbing around his cock eased and he pulled out halfway before driving in again harder. He pistoned in and out of her, steady but relentless, unyielding. His hands held her tightly until he released one to smack her ass.
While he set this unrelenting pace, Riza grew breathless, mind blanking until she could register nothing but the feel of him stretching her open hard and fast, filling her aching cunt over and over. The smack on her ass sent fire up her spine, and he finally relinquished his hold on her to ease her open again.
Once she was in a more comfortable position he pulled out roughly and flipped her, hand driving the side of her face into the throw pillow and lifting her ass into the air. He had smeared her juices all over her thighs, and more had dropped down her taint and into the crack of her ass. Her asshole glistened at him, and he couldn't resist leaning down to lick one long stripe from cunt to hole. She moaned in response, pussy clenching on air.
"So good for me, baby," he murmured, standing to kick off his slacks the rest of the way and admire the view.
"Mmm," she sighed in response, ass lifting higher and fingers stretching the lips of her pussy open. "Thought you were gonna fuck me?"
When she felt him get on the couch and curve over her, cock head bluntly brushing against her asshole, she could feel her face flushing harder from the wave of arousal. She loved when he was over her like this, dominating and forceful, taking pleasure and confident enough that doing so would still get her off.
He pressed one gentle kiss to her spine, against rough scar tissue, straightened up, and speared his cock into her cunt in one smooth motion. She was tighter like this, and he had to angle down a bit more to avoid hurting her, but he fucked her just the same. As he dove into her his balls slapped against her clit, aiding in creating more sensation for her to get lost in.
As he fucked her his hands kept moving, alternating between pulling her hair, smacking her ass, and pulling at her nipples. She could do nothing but moan and claw at the couch, at his absolute mercy.
"I love seeing you like this," he panted out, sweat glistening on his brow. "I love watching my cock stretch that pretty little pussy open, so fucking hot. Fuck, and your ass, baby, so soft and it looks so good bouncing up and down for me."
He accentuated his words with a couple of rough slaps to her ass. She keened when he picked up the pace of his thrusting.
"Fuck, love, I could fuck you like this all the time. So wet for me, you're dripping on me. I love this greedy fucking pussy, swallowing my cock like your throat does. I'm going to fuck your throat next, baby, I wanna see you gag on my cock. Fuck, just the thought could make me cum. You're so perfect, I love this fucking body, so soft and warm. Fuck.”
Roy couldn’t hold the words back. They poured from a primal, hidden space in his mind, a tsunami of all the things he wants to do to Riza overflowing into words.
"That's right, baby, take it. I own you, you're mine. I'm going to fuck you whenever the fuck I want; at the office on my desk, in the cafeteria in front of everyone, maybe even for my State Alchemist exam. Would you like that? You want everyone to watch while I pound into you like this?”
While he talked he could feel her getting increasingly tighter around him, and his balls pulled up. The force of his orgasm was going to be explosive but he knew if he had his before hers he wouldn't be able to finish her with just his cock, and he had further plans.
"Harder!" she cried, face burrowing into the pillow for her to shout when he picked up to the fastest he could go. Her moans were becoming longer, more drawn out in forgetful pleasure, like they were pulled out of her against her will in long ribbons.
He couldn't form words properly anymore, vision going white and sensation focused only on his girl's wet, wet pussy. He couldn't help the grunts and small groans that left his mouth. Her hands slapped at the sides of his thighs, gripping them tightly to pull him into her while she bounced back at him.
Her pussy was the tightest it had ever been, gripping him with incredible strength, and he couldn't resist burrowing deep and just grinding deeper until his balls were crushed against her clit. The steady pressure finally did it and she gasped before arching back and silently screaming, mouth agape and eyes rolling back.
He had to move at the sudden clenching rhythm around his cock, drawing back and slamming in just a couple more times before shouting hoarsely and dumping his load deep into her. His vision whited out and he came to slumping over her, forehead pressed against the crown of her head while they both tried to breathe.
"You definitely fucked the shit out of me,” she laughed. “Thank you, sir. You have definitely helped with my problem.”