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Your shoulder was already turning a mottle of purple as you angled your body in the mirror. There was a hum coming from the shoddy vanity light, and the caulking around the sink had a similar blotting of brown. Everything hurt—something that was becoming more commonplace the longer you worked with the task force. You wiped the remaining smears of blood off your face and neck with the motel’s rag.
It had been quick: two shots to the gut and one under the jaw, but it left a mess. And not before the target had slammed his entire mass against you and a concrete wall. You set the rag down on the sink and took a deep breath. You looked tired.
The door to the bathroom cracked open and Ghost slipped in, quiet as ever. You watched the massive man through the mirror; his tactical gear made him even bulkier. Ghost’s eyes met yours, then trailed down the bruising on your shoulder and back.
“Soap’s phonin’ Price. Tryna see if we can schedule an exfil for tonight.” His looked back at you in the mirror. “How’s the shoulder?”
“It’s fine.”
Ghost stared patiently; his soft eyes a contrast behind the skull mask. You turned around to face him, resting the heels of your hands against the sink and leaning your weight back.
“Hurts.”
He took a step closer in the tight space. You lolled your head to look up at him.
“Can I make it better?” It came out low.
You couldn’t help but smirk as you pondered, then spread your legs slightly. The man knew how to get you wet with just a look.
Ghost closed the distance, sliding a thick thigh between your legs. You let out a sigh as he pressed firmer against you, hitting that sweet spot that he knew too well. His thigh holster dug in to your hip, but you didn’t care as you ground slowly against the meat of him.
“Thassit,” he encouraged, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that came out as you set your tempo.
Through half-lidded eyes, you looked down at the spot where you were grinding. With how wet you were getting, you wondered if it would soak through your pants and onto his. But Ghost had removed his gloves and took your face in his hand, tilting it so that you were looking at him. You automatically parted your mouth and he slid his warm thumb over your tongue. You sucked. Simon let out a low groan.
“Turn around,” he said. “Want ya ta watch.” You obliged.
Simon was gentle as he kissed you neck through the mask; the fabric was warm against your skin. This close you breathed in his scent—warm and rich and him. His hands reached for the front of your pants and undid them, slipping fabric down over your ass along with your underwear. Ghost let out a hum of approval as his fingers found your wetness, easily sliding in his middle, then ring finger. You gasped at the stretch. He undulated his fingers inside you while his other hand multitasked and undid his belt and pants, sliding them down just low enough to free himself. Sounds of your wetness mingled with your heavy breathing in the quiet room. You could feel Ghost’s hardness pressed against your ass as he continued working you with his hand. You arched against him. He chuckled that rich, basso sound.
“Simon…” you whined.
He pulled out his fingers, circling your clit with their wetness. Your hips stuttered. “Alright, luv.”
Wrapping his arm around your chest, he pulled you flush to him, grabbing your jaw loosely to make sure you were watching in the mirror as he aligned himself and slowly slid in.
“Oh fuuuuck,” you exhaled.
The pain in your body was an afterthought now—all you could focus on was the feeling of Simon’s warm cock stretching you out, and the way his dark eyes drank you in in the mirror.
“So tight for me, Jag,” Simon murmured in your ear as he pulled out slightly, then slid back in deeper. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your mouth. “Look how pretty you are when you’re taking me…”
Before, the two of you would behave on missions; a wanting glance here or there, but never anything more than that. Everyone needed to stay sharp. But something changed after Mexico—after you nearly died and after Ghost showed you his face for the first time. You remembered the sunlight reflecting golden off his hair…
Another deep thrust brought you back to the present. It was difficult to keep your eyes open with how good he felt and how he was looking at you in the mirror. You opened your mouth to say something but it was cut off when he bottomed out inside you.
“Need to be more careful, luv,” Simon breathed in your ear, brown eyes fixed on yours in the mirror.
“Would have been easier… if you and Soap… weren’t screwing around downstairs…” you managed between strokes.
“You’re the only one I’m screwing, sweet’eart.”
You tried to respond but his fingers started circling your clit again, mixing your wetness over the soft skin. It made your mind go blank.
Gripping his forearm tighter, you moved your hips to match his rhythm, drawing out a low groan from the both of you. You watched as his blonde lashes stuttered behind the mask. He pressed harder against your clit.
“Fuck, baby,” you moaned. “Just like that…”
“Yeah?” Ghost hummed, his other hand smoothing down your neck, squeezing lightly, and fuck if that didn’t hasten the heat building in your core. You clenched around him in response, pulling another groan from the beautiful man.
“Keep going,” you managed, squeezing your eyes shut as you edged your orgasm.
“Eyes on me, Jag,” it came out more of a command as he tightened his grip around your neck. “Want you to look at me when you cum.”
You had no choice but to follow the lieutenant’s orders as you came around his hard cock—watching the way his eyes darkened and your lips parted as you moaned out his name. His thrusts were shallow now as he picked up pace and fucked you through your orgasm—your toes barely touching the floor. Angling your face to kiss him through the mask, Simon thrust his cock into you once, twice, before chasing his own release. Hot cum filled you as he groaned against your mouth, cock slowing inside you. The both of you just panted as you enjoyed the comedown.
A knock on the door brought you back to the present.
“Wheels up in 15,” Soap spoke from the other side. Was nice he let you finish first.
“Copy,” Simon gruffed, pulling out of you slowly. You steadied yourself against the sink.
You felt his thumb run up the inside of your thigh, pushing back in the cum that leaked out.
“Keep that there for me, yeah?” He muttered against your shoulder, before sliding up your pants. You fumbled with the zipper while he adjusted his own.
“Copy,” you replied, giving him one more glance in the mirror before he slipped outside again. You focused on yourself now—cheeks bright pink and a new redness around your neck. “Fuck me,” you sighed and pulled on your shirt, following after the masked lieutenant.