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At first, John Price was pleased that Kaur and Riley had finally gotten their shit together and kissed and made up. It took him five minutes to regret ever thinking it might be a good idea to have them reconcile.
Yes, it's good that Riley's no longer moping quite so much- jesus, watching a 6'3 man that's almost hit middle-age pine relentlessly and silently for years on end is a drag, but Price couldn't have told you the man was shit at communication until Kaur admits the next morning, while covered in bite marks, that she'd been so out of it she'd forgotten half of what happened and tricked herself into thinking he'd rejected her- but fuck, they're almost unbearable.
Not even because they're a bad team, either. Far from it. Kaur is one of the best shots he's ever commanded, and Riley loses none of his edge even with the two of them fucking relentlessly in the 141 base. He knows that if he sends them out, the mission gets done, the cleanup is minimal and the results are stellar.
No, the bit that Price regrets is the way he doesn't know what parts of the 141 base they have and haven't had sex on.
First time he catches them, he doesn't even know that's what's happening. Kaur and Riley are sat together in the kitchen, curled up on the sofa, Kaur sat on Riley's thighs with his jacket over her lap. Price comes in and starts snagging himself a drink. He nods his head in acknowledgement that they're there, pours a glass of orange juice, and takes a sip. Then suddenly Riley shifts a little, and Kaur lets out a gasp. Price freezes.
He glances up, and his eyes meet Kaur's, unrepentant green staring back at him as she silently adjusts her seating. Price catches the way Riley's hands grip her waist tighter, like some instinct forced him to need to grab her. That green isn't even slightly embarrassed.
Price did ask her once, about the green eyes. Iz fixed him with a look and for a second he thought he'd stirred up some long-buried family drama. But then she'd snorted.
"Christ, sir, you're digging for gossip there. You should meet my bhua ji. I bet she'd love you."
Then she told him that her mum has green eyes, which lead into a long conversation about her family's immigration in the 60s, how her parents met, what they believe in (her dad's a Sikh, her mum is Muslim), what she believes in, and finally a few stories about her childhood. All the while, Simon watched them, sipping his bourbon and sat silently next to Kaur like a stone guardian.
He’s equally still now, apart from his fingers. Every so often, they’ll twitch on her hip like he’s keeping himself from fucking her rough and hard. Price slowly finishes his drink, slurping loudly, as Kaur alternates between looking at him and closing her eyes. Every time he looks back at her, that intense green is fixed on him.
His trousers are feeling tight. For a second, he wonders what it feels like to be buried inside her, how wet she would feel around him. Then he shakes the stupid idea off, because Simon Riley isn’t known to share a woman like Izna Kaur, not when Price can see- anyone can see- how close he holds her, no matter who’s watching, so long as it’s safe to lay that silent claim on her for all to see. And Kaur doesn’t shy away from that ownership, either. She just curls into him, dares anyone to complain.
Price leaves the room before he says something daft.
The others are in the recreation room, playing poker. He needs some of that right about now, and waits until the game ends to be dealt in. There’s silence for a few minutes as they contemplate their hands.
“So you walked in on them too, sir,” Gaz notes.
Price looks up from his cards. “Pardon?”
“Kaur and Riley,” Gaz supplies helpfully. “You walked in on them too.”
“Taking from your tone that too means you saw them as well, Garrick,” Price guesses.
“Oh aye,” Soap mutters.
Price’s eyes shoot over to him. “Both of you?”
“Yes sir.” Soap thumbs the edge of his jaw. “L.T and Mrs L.T told me to fuck off quite politely, sir. Made it a bit hard to grab myself some toast.”
“How long’s this been going on?” Price asks.
Gaz glances up. “How long’s Kaur been an L.T?”
“Bout two months,” Price replies.
“Two months then,” Soap agrees.
Price plays his first card, pulling a face. “Christ.”
“Surprised you never caught them earlier, sir,” Gaz admits. “Maybe they were staying out of your way or something.”
“Maybe.” Price fans his cards a few times, like it’ll take his mind off the image of Izna Kaur gazing at him across the room whilst Simon Riley’s got her sat on his cock, pretty as an unashamed picture. “Neither of you said a thing?”
Soap shrugs. “Never seen any mess, sir. Guess they clean up well.”
“Charming.” None of them are really playing at the moment. “Where’ve you caught them so far, then?”
“Canteen, kitchen,” Gaz sets his cards down to count up, “men’s showers, hangar, armoury.”
“Lads’ bathrooms,” Soap mutters, “war room, training ground.”
Price scrubs a hand down his face. “Christ.” He glances over at Gaz. “They better not have fucked in my bloody office.”
Gaz shoots Soap a look. “Don’t think so, sir,” he says after a moment. “But, you never know.”
John Price needs a drink.
He doesn't walk in on them next time, but he sees them walk off together.
Riley's got his arm tight around her waist as he guides her down a corridor of a quieter section of the base, one with mostly empty rooms intended for future teammates. Price watches them go, and after a moment he follows, feet quiet as if this was a life or death stealth mission. Ghost is whispering into her ear, things Price can't hear that makes Kaur's breath catch. Price watches him open a closet door and drag her inside. It goes quiet, the sound of shuffling bodies barely audible.
In any other situation, he would be pleased at how skilled these two are at what they do. Shiva and Ghost, Kaur and Riley, everyone calls them poltergeist out in the field because they're unseen and wreak havoc on their targets. But right now he's listening to Izna Kaur whimper and whine. Time either slows down, or they spend too long in that cupboard, because it takes forever for them to emerge.
Two pairs of eyes gaze into Price's, looking only slightly ashamed.
"Any reason why I keep catching the two of you dry-humping around the base like teenagers?" Price demands.
They exchange glances.
"Was waiting for you to bring it up," Kaur admits.
Price feels his brows furrow. "And why the bloody hell do I need to bring it up for you two to stop rutting like feral dogs against all the furniture, eh?"
"Iz wants you to join in." Simon's voice is calm and steady as he speaks.
Price blinks. His eyes fall on Izna, as casual as she can be with ruffled hair and bites on her neck. "Shiva?"
"Presuming you actually do find me attractive, sir," she adds. "And you're comfortable with it, too."
Price can’t say that he doesn’t find Izna Kaur attractive, because he does, but frankly up until the moment he caught her with Ghost, he was almost entirely comfortable treating her sort of like a daughter. Now he thinks about her calling him sir with his cock up her arse, and he stiffens.
Shit.
"Not like I'm a dab hand at any of this, but are there going to be rules in place or something? Or do I get kicked out with my dick still wet without warning?"
"Yes sir," Riley looks unconcerned by the conversation, "no kissing, don't blow your load in her cunt. All we settled on."
"Right." Price scratches his jaw. "As you were then."
The two of them head back towards their quarters, and Price goes to his.
He'd like to say he focuses on mission plans and paperwork. That he ignores the tent in his trousers and waits for it to go away and let him get back to the job.
He'd be lying.
Price lasts ten minutes before he's got the zip down and his cock out, fingers wrapping around it. Stroking himself like this reminds Price how long it's been since he fucked last. Months, a year? Longer? Price is married to his job, his libido comes last to everything else. A sacrifice he's more than old enough to make.
And yet, the idea of getting to fuck the pretty LT currently screwing her boyfriend around the 141 base has sprung to life in his mind, and now that he's got the lid off that one, it's not going to close again.
Riley says he can't blow his load in her cunt, but he never said Kaur can't take his cock for a bit before he switches to her arse. His fingers stroke rapidly up and down the length of him, his growl filling the room. He can see it, picture her dark thighs parted for him as he slams himself against her, stretching her to take him with the motions alone. He'd thumb her clit until she cums, and Riley would be underneath her, pinning her down to let Price get at her.
John’s known Simon Riley for a long time now, and he can’t imagine the Lieutenant being afraid to make Iz take it hard.
Fuck.
All right, so maybe it’s been a long bloody time. Price zips his trousers up before he does something stupid like cum all over his desk, and then he lets out a heavy breath. His hand snatches at his phone to pull up Riley’s number.
Busy?
There’s a pause, and then Ghost comes back with a single thumbs up.
Cursing, Price gets up and heads to the door. He makes his way down the hall to Riley’s quarters, where he knows Kaur spends most nights. He comes to stand outside the door, and it swings open a moment later.
“Captain,” Riley nods at him as he stands aside to let Price in.
Izna is sat on the bed in a t-shirt and some leggings, and they cling to her.
"Well then," Price shuts and locks the door behind him, "Kaur, what's the plan?"
Izna snorts. "Was thinking you could eat me out, sir."
Price nods and looks to Riley. "Got a blindfold?" he asks him.
"Several," comes the reply. "Bottom left drawer, my bedside table."
"What's it for?" Kaur asks, her voice breathy.
"Call it a test," Price says as he retrieves a blindfold and holds it up. "Guessing game. You work out whose mouth is on you, and you get to cum."
Those eyes widen, but she nods as Riley moves around behind her and grabs the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Kaur isn't wearing a bra underneath, and as Riley start tying her hands behind her back it forces her to arch. Price takes the chance to blindfold her, and then, when she's dark to the world, he reaches out to grab her tits and cup them. Kaur moans softly.
"Blimey," he mutters to Riley as Ghost pulls her leggings down and then tosses them to one side. "Bit sensitive, Lieutenant."
"Sorry sir," her voice cracks on a gasp as his thumb finds her nipple and begins to roll it, "I'll work on that."
"See to it," he agrees gruffly.
Ghost's hands are huge on Shiva's thighs as he spreads her open, letting Price get a good view of her folds, the dark curls surrounding the flushed skin, the wetness gleaming off her already. He can't help licking his lips, but he paces himself. It's going to be a long night, and they've got plenty of time. He gestures for Riley to lay her down, and he does. She shivers on the bed for a moment, biting her lip.
Price crawls up the bed instead, and his mouth finds one of those stiff nipples. His lips and tongue work it until Kaur's hips squirm under his hands as he grips them. Ghost lets her go, sliding out from behind her to join the captain in tonguing and teasing her breasts. Her wide thighs part wider as she arches off the bed, wordlessly begging them. Soft means and sharp whimpers reach his ear.
Price wonders what she's going to sound like when he's got her cumming on his cock.
"Please," Kaur gasps after a moment.
"Nah, you can wait a bit, Lieutenant," Price snorts. He signals to Ghost and they both pull back, leaving Kaur on the bed by herself. Silently they swap places, and then they rejoin her, hands dragging up her thighs and over her stomach to cup her tits.
"Simon," Kaur gasps.
Neither of them respond. Price glides his fingers over her folds instead, is rewarded with her breath catching just as he reaches her clit. Riley nips and licks the nipple his thumb has been teasing the whole time.
"God yes," she keens, pushing her hips into Price's fingers.
He rubs tight circles into the bud, fingertips slick with her arousal. Low noises escape her lips, her head shifting against the pillow.
"Oh!"
Price watches a deep flush fill her cheeks, enjoys the sight of it as he winds her up. She's delicious. If Riley knew this was what she looked like when she was turned on, no wonder he pined so much for half a decade.
But Price isn't quite ready yet, and so he pulls his fingers away just before she cums.
Izna shouts in protest, squeezing her thighs together. Price and Ghost soon pull them apart and leave her shaking in need.
"That's bloody unfair, sir," she pants.
"You knew it was me?" Price asks.
"Yes sir," Kaur says.
Ghost snorts. "Fuckin' bollocks. She just said sir and took dumb luck."
Kaur pouts. "See what I put up with?" she mutters.
Wordlessly they swap places. Price touches her tits with bare hands, watches her arch off the bed with soft groans. Then her voice pitches into a frantic cry, and Price laps her nipple into his mouth for a moment before he glances back down to watch Simon Riley fingerfuck Kaur with brutal efficiency.
"Simon!" Kaur pleads. "Simon, please!"
Ghost withdraws his hand to carefully and slowly stroke his thumb up and down Kaur's clit, his eyes fixed on her face.
"Bastard!" she hisses, shaking. "You, you bastard, let me, let me cum!"
Price continues to suck at her tits until she's rutting and trembling, arching with sharp cries. Her thighs push into Simon's touch, and then she slumps back down into the bed.
"Fuck you, you said that I could cum, you rat bastard," she growls, just as Price realises what Simon has done.
"Never said it was going to be a good one, did I, love?" Ghost chuckles. He clicks his tongue, then gestures to Price to take his place as he moves up to wrap his lips around her tits and suckle.
Kaur's hips jerk and hump the air, just before Price drops his mouth to her folds to lick along them. She shrieks, thighs drawing up as her sensitive clit is tickled by his bristles. Price follows it up with his tongue, bracing on one hand as the other slides into her.
"Captain," Kaur begs, "Price, please, please let me cum!"
He's tempted. Even as Ghost's belt jingles and his zipper comes down so that the Lieutenant can get his cock out, fisting it as he licks her nipples, Price is tempted to make her keep begging, not to let her cum until he's inside her.
And it sounds too fucking good to pass up.
Riley abandons her tits to get up and move to her head, holding his cock against her lips. Kaur whines, and when she yelps, lips parting wide, Ghost slides into her mouth and enjoys the way her voice buzzes around him. Price fixes his mouth around her clit as Riley fucks hers with rough thrusts. The combined sounds of them, of Simon in her mouth and Kaur coming apart under Price's tongue and fingers, the wet noise of her around him, Price finds his trousers are too tight and he groans.
Price knows he said it would be a long night, but the way he's feeling, that just means he wants round two. Merciless and hungry, he devotes his attention to Kaur, to making her shudder underneath him even as Riley fucks her throat in a way that sounds painful, but she clearly craves.
Price gives her one last long lick as she reaches that edge, and then he's pulling away to undo his camo pants and shove them far enough down that his cock pops free and he can jerk it briefly. Kaur's voice is protesting loudly, demanding he come back through the cock in her mouth. He doesn't do as she pleads. Instead, he grabs her hips and feeds himself into her.
The groan that escapes them both as he fills her up is loud. Price hasn't had time to get his cock wet for a long while, and Kaur is soaked. He gives her quick thrusts to work himself in to the hilt, listening to her whine around Riley.
"To your liking, sir?" Ghost rumbles, a nipple being pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
"Jesus, Riley. She feels like she's about to snap my dick off," Price breathes as he rolls his hips.
"Just careful she doesn't cum," Ghost drawls.
Kaur shrieks around his cock, and Price bets that she would be glaring around them both if here wasn't a blindfold in the way.
He takes her mind off it with a snap of his hips, body slapping against hers. She moans, spreading wide open to take him, inviting him. Price takes the invite. And he takes it hard.
Kaur's tits sway as he fucks deep into her, and she arches up, whining, begging muffled by Riley's cock as Price's own spreads her wide open. His hand slides down her thigh, the tip of his index finger stroking at her clit as he fucks deep into her. It's good to feel her squeezing him, watch her thighs shake.
"Good girl," Riley purrs to her, reaching over to pull back her thigh.
Impossibly, Price fucks deeper, and Kaur almost screams in desperation at the feeling of being taken like this. He's going as fast as he can, already feeling pressure coiling at the base of his spine.
"Good girl," Ghost growls, a hand in her thick hair. "Taking us both all pretty, aren't you, you like this. Tell me you like it."
Kaur makes an affirming whine, head bobbing as she nods. Price strokes her clit again and again, watching her reactions, seeing how close she's getting.
"You want to cum, don't you, Izzie?" Ghost breaths.
She jerks against Price, another confirmation. It's not going to happen. He's too close.
"All right, Riley," Price pants as he pulls out of Kaur, "we're danger close here."
Laughing, Riley slides his cock free.
"Please," her voice cracks, "please let me cum, you bastards, please!"
"Shh, love," Ghost murmurs as he and Price swap places, rolling her onto her knees. "You'll get your turn."
Price has his cock in her mouth before she can protest, and as he holds her jaw, hips thrusting toward her face, her moan buzzes along his cock and Price groans. He glances back to see that Riley's already filled her up, big hands on her hips. Without a second thought he fucks into her. It's rough and ruthless. Harder than Price would dare to go. And Kaur drinks it up as she's taken both ends.
"Jesus christ," Price grunts as that tension recoils. "You're a fucking beast, Riley."
Ghost rubs his thumb over the ring of Kaur's arse and she squirms. "She's had worse."
Worse?
Price wonders what worse is. "Have you, Lieutenant?"
She groans, fucking herself back again Riley in a desperate attempt to get what she wants. Ghost doesn't give it to her. And Price is coming undone at the feeling of the warm, wet mouth and constant vibrations from her moaning. Panting, shaking, his cock twitches. Grabbing the back of her head, he shoves in deep, almost to her throat, and cums hard.
"Fuck, jesus," he snarls, and groans as she swallows every drop he spills into her mouth.
Kaur's whining hits the highest pitch just as Ghost pulls her hips flush against his and Price knows he's cum as his grip on her hips flexes, pleasure overtaking the other man.
"Good girl," Ghost breathes in her direction.
Izna is panting when they both slide out, and she collapses into the bed, chest heaving.
"You're both arseholes," she gasps, licking her lips. "Lying fucking arseholes."
Even as Price takes a seat on the bed, Riley is kneeling down by the bedside table, and a drawer slides open. Kaur stiffens on the bed, her breath catching like she knows what he’s doing. Price sits back and waits. The first thing to appear on the bed is a cordless Hitachi wand, and then a thick blue dildo and a large bottle of lube.
“Guess,” Riley says to Kaur.
“Going to fuck me up the arse?” she breathes.
“No.”
Ghost gets to his feet and grabs the woman by the bindings in a move so rough that Price would have worries for her, if she hadn’t let out a gasp and curled back, leaning towards the lieutenant and not away from him.
“The Captain is.”
Ghost picks up the toy and the bottle and holds them out to him. Price takes them.
“Jesus, what else have you got in there?” he asks as he coats the silicon toy in a generous amount of lubricant.
“Remote vibe,” Ghost replies, picking up the wand from the bed.
“Better not be using that shit on missions,” Price warns, slowly working the head of the toy inside Kaur’s arse. He grips her bound wrists to keep her upright, and she moans as it fills her, sharp gasps escaping her lips.
The whirr of the Hitachi fills the air. Izna arches up like she’s been shot the moment it presses against her, and Riley reaches back down into the drawer to pull out a sports brace. Price doesn’t think for a moment it’s ever been used to treat an injury; the wand is tucked against Kaur’s thigh and the brace is strapped around it, the head clearly meeting its mark.
“Comfy, love?” Ghost asks Kaur in a voice so deep Price can feel it.
His fingers sink into her before she gives him an answer, and Price starts to fuck her on the toy as the wet noise of Riley’s hand joins the chorus of moans and buzzing that’s already making the air thick and Price’s cock twitch.
“You can cum now,” Riley tells her, his huge body pressed up to hers and his free hand playing with her tits, alternating between them to draw cries from her lips.
“F-fuck you,” Kaur gasps, shaking between the two of them.
“Jesus,” Riley murmurs as her back arches and she shudders her way through a sudden, abrupt orgasm, “you’re wound tight, aren’t ya, love?”
“Oh fuck off!” she yelps, as Riley bends down to seal his mouth around her nipple and suck. “Simon, Simon, h-ah!”
It’s only Price’s hand on her wrists that’s keeping her upright as Kaur shudders, her thighs trembling. Her hips jerk and buck, the vibration from the toy growing stronger as Riley’s hand drops to flick the dial and make it louder.
“No,” she begs, unable to pull away thanks to Ghost’s rough, thrusting fingers that are seated deep into her, palm crushing the buzzing head to her clit. “F-fuck, oh, stop!”
Price moves to stop but Riley doesn’t, and the way Kaur’s whole body moves towards the mouth working her tits over is what gets Price moving again. Faster, this time.
“Izzie Kaur likes being helpless,” he growls in her ear. “Funny to think.”
Riley’s mouth leaves her nipple with a wet pop, licking up her neck to bite into her throat. His teeth sink in and Kaur cums with a sharp scream. She goes limp, and Ghost doesn’t stop.
“Likes it when I make her feel small, don’t you, Iz?” Ghost says. “Said it after you forgave me.”
“Unforgiven, f-fucking hate you now,” she mewls, sinking back against Price. Her body is hot, skin damp with sweat, and she can’t stop the little cries that fill the room over the sound of the vibrations that are still torturing her.
“Want me to fuck you?” Riley breathes. “Tell Price all the shit you’ve been wondering about. Tell him how you want him where that toy is.”
“Fuck off!” she groans, but when Riley kisses her, she gives in all quick and moans for him, pressing forward to deepen the kiss like she can’t get enough of him.
“Hurry it along, Riley,” Price grumbles. “Dick’s starting to ache.”
“Yes sir.” With that, Riley slides his fingers out of her cunt and uses them to stroke his cock until it’s hard again. The vibrator remains where it is.
Price slips the toy out of her arse and sets it aside, coating his dick in a handful of lube. He grips her bindings as Kaur whimpers, still shaking thanks to the industrious little wand tormenting her clit. Simon lies back on the bed and pulls her to him. With one thrust, Izna Kaur is filled up with Riley’s cock, though how it fits, Price still isn’t sure. Part of him is wondering how he’s going to fit in there with him, but he ignores it. Ghost wouldn’t hurt his woman, and Price is doing as he’s told for once.
Gripping her hips, John Price carefully works his cock into the lieutenant’s arse, a growl escaping him as the tightness fits snug around his cock.
“Christ,” he breathes.
“Feel good?” Ghost asks, half to him, half to her.
The responding affirmations are made at the same time, Kaur’s expelled in a breathless gasp, Price’s done in a heavy grunt.
“You two,” Izna groans, “are bloody enormous.”
Riley’s hips fuck upward in a lazy thrust and she whimpers, arching her back. “Taking us all so perfect, love. Just going to wear you out, is all.”
It’s Price’s turn to roll against her. “Think you can take it?”
“Yes sir,” Kaur whines.
“Good girl,” Price praises.
It’s like a cue. Both men thrust deep into the bound Lieutenant, who cries out as Riley’s errant finger flicks the vibrations higher. Price can’t feel it this far away from the wand, but Ghost is grunting loudly as his hips slap against hers.
The younger woman cums again and Price snarls as her muscles clench up around him. His face drops to her neck, tongue dragging along her throat.
“Watch it, sir,” Riley warns, and despite the breathless edge in his voice, the threat is impossible to ignore. No teeth, it says. No marking what’s mine.
Price pushes his face into Izna’s hair instead as he takes her rough and hard. “Ghost leaving you all bruised like a peach, Kaur?” he asks.
“He’s got teeth like a f-fucking wolf, sir,” she bites back.
“Says the girl who screams like a bloody banshee,” Ghost grits out, hands finding her tits and teasing them with fingers and thumbs rolling at her nipples.
The way her body bears down into Ghost’s lap tells Price everything he needs to know about how well the man can play her. Should be the case, frankly. The months straight of nightly sex, as well as whatever they’ve done around the 141 base during the day, if Riley wasn’t a bloody expert on Izna Kaur’s likes and dislikes, well, he wouldn’t be the man Price knows so well. If Simon Riley isn’t capable of taking a woman apart in bed like it’s textbook, the rest of the male population doesn’t have a bloody hope.
Kaur squirms against the two of them and it’s going to make Price pop off without too much trouble. He can feel Ghost fucking her, the little clenches of her cunt translating to her arse too. With the constant thrum of vibration and Ghost’s cock pushing her over the edge again, Price manages to swat Riley’s hand away from one of Kaur’s tits so he can play with it for himself. His other hand winds into her hair, bending her over Ghost’s chest and getting himself a better angle to drive into her. Kaur yelps, her bound hands clenching into fists.
“He hurting you, Izzy?” Ghost breathes. “Or does it hurt good?”
“Hurts good,” she whimpers, pressing her face into Riley’s chest. “Si, Simon!”
“That’s it, let him have ya, love,” Riley catches her face, eyes staring into hers, “you begged me for this.”
“Please,” Kaur begs, “please, please, fuck me harder!”
Ghost’s like a machine. Even as he pulls her in for a kiss, it’s neither sweet nor soft, and his cock drills her without mercy. High yelps are swallowed up by Riley’s mouth, and even as Price groans and feels his cock twitch, it sounds like Kaur is going with him over that edge.
“You begged him for it, eh?” he pants. “Izzie Kaur’s got a thing about fucking her superiors?”
“No!” she insists, even as Riley’s playing with her tits and her thighs are quaking either side of that thick waist.
“Was your superior when we met, love,” Ghost reminds her, and his thumb rubs across the head of the wand, forcing it hard into her clit.
Kaur cums with a shriek, clenching and wriggling.
It’s all Price can do to hold out. And he can’t, so he doesn’t. Shoving his hips against the plush curve of her arse, Price clutches her tight, ropes of cum spurting deep into her. The reminder of how it feels to be satisfied rolls across his body in a ruthless wave of pleasure and exhaustion both. Reflexive thrusts keep Price seated inside her, but it looks like Riley’s not done yet.
“One more,” he orders Kaur.
“I can’t,” she begs, shivering beneath him, atop Riley.
“Yes, you can,” he insists.
His hand snatches her jaw. Price crushes the thought of intervening.
“I can’t!”
The vibrator is snatched away from her clit and replaced with Riley’s fingers. The change in sensation is apparently more than Kaur knows how to handle, but she doesn’t try and stop it at all. Christ, her hips buck to get more of the sensation.
“Yes you can, that’s it, Izzie,” Ghost praises. “Just one more, on my fingers. Going to take me so well, look at you perched up there.”
His voice is ragged and breathless, a consequence of trying to hold out long enough to make her clench up again.
“Simon,” she whimpers. “Simon, please!”
Her throat is bared to him, and without a word, Ghost sinks his teeth in.
Kaur’s orgasm is wet, and it squeezes Price’s dick hard. He grunts behind them, blowing out a heavy breath of air. Her scream fills the room, is joined by Riley’s dark, loud growl as he goes off with her. Those big hands are grabbing at her hips to ground her against him so he can give her the last few jerky thrusts he needs to finally finish up.
The three of them still, laying on the bed in silence. Price only moves when he feels something shift underneath him, and looks down to see Riley’s fingers lazily drawing shapes into Kaur’s back.
“Jesus christ,” Kaur breathes.
“Reality live up to the wank fodder?” Price chuckles.
“Yes, sir,” she assures him. “We thank you for your service.”
He grunts, sliding out of her. “Pleasure to help out.”
Ghost curls a hand around the back of her head. “Leaving already?”
Price waves a hand and starts toward the bathroom to clean up. “You two make me want to vomit sometimes.”
“Yes, sir, apologies, sir,” Ghost says, without a hint of remorse in his voice.
“Let’s not make a habit of fucking around the base again,” Price says firmly once he’s washed off in the shower. “You keep your games to your quarters. Don’t need poor Sergeants MacTavish and Garrick squinting at the tables wondering if your cock’s been on it, Riley.”
“Yes sir,” Ghost agrees.
Kaur chuckles, and the two of them roll over to lie down side by side. Price looks them over and has never felt more like an interloper.
“Well, then. I’ve got a shitload of work to do, and I can’t spend my days pissing about with my trousers down,” he says.
“Understood,” Ghost agrees. “See you at dinner, sir.”