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Some people talk in their sleep.
Some get up, walk around and find themselves in unusual places.
And Simon Riley - well, Simon Riley fucks in his sleep.
It was like clockwork. Around two hours into his sleep, your boyfriend would stir on his side of the bed. His huge body pressed flush against yours, hips rutting against the swell of your ass, waking you up in the middle of the night.
You were used to it by now, and you absolutely didn’t mind it. And you wouldn’t have minded it tonight, if the two of you were at your own place. But you weren’t.
Alejandro had invited all of you to stay at his hacienda for a little vacation. The whole TF141, Alejandro and Rudy of course, and a few of his closest vaqueros were strewn around the house, sleeping soundly in their bedrooms.
Separated by walls that you noticed weren’t exactly soundproof. You came to the conclusion after you had heard Soap and Gaz getting scolded by Price because they apparently took two of his cigars without asking. He wasn’t even yelling at them and still you could make out almost every word. Through the wall, a hallway and two closed doors.
But Ghost's little sleeping habit wasn’t affected by those unfortunate circumstances at all. He pulled you closer, and a familiar heat started to pool between your legs as moved you with ease, handling you like a doll even in his unconscious state. There wasn’t a chance of freeing yourself, his grip tight around your waist as he turned your body. Adjusting your position so that your ass was pressed against his half-hard cock.
His hot breath hit the back of your neck, no longer restricted by the fabric of his mask, and it sent shivers down your spine. Big hands started to wander, right up the loose shirt you were wearing. Simon's shirt, because you forgot to bring your own pajamas.
Accidentally .
His hands wandered higher. Over your stomach, slowly, higher and higher until he cupped your tits. Rough hands grabbed soft flesh, controlled by muscle memory alone. Greedy fingers wandered even higher until they wrapped around your neck, his touch something between gentle and demanding.
It forced a quiet gasp out of you, the sound followed by a shift of his hips. His cock twitched against your ass and you could feel how your wetness started to soak your panties. Why you even wore them was a mystery in itself, and Ghost seemed to share that view, because the hand that wasn't wrapped around your throat wandered lower.
Down, down, down.
And before you could prepare yourself to keep quiet he shoved your panties aside. Thick fingers slid through your slick folds while you bit down on your lip. Trying to delay the inevitable. With no success, because tiny moans started to leave you as his fingers traced tiny circles over your clit.
You tried to wriggle free, to wake him up and keep him from continuing. You can’t do this. Not here, not now. The others would know, they could hear everything.
“Don’t move,” his voice came from behind you, sleepy, and husky with arousal. Not quite awake, not fully asleep. But determined.
His breath hit the back of your neck again as he slid a finger inside you, and your desperate attempt to free yourself only made him push it deeper. There was no way you could stay quiet, not when he was fingering you and even less if he was fucking you.
But Ghost didn’t care for your apparent fear of being indecent, a satisfied huff leaving him as he noticed how wet you were for him. He stayed like this for a while, slowly fucking you with his fingers until he pulled them out. Sliding his palm over your soaked pussy, smearing your wetness over his cock before he lined himself up with your entrance.
You whimpered at the stretch, because no matter how wet you were, or how many times he fucked you already, you still had to adjust to his size every single time. You tried to wriggle away again, because the single ounce that was left of your common sense told you to stop this before you’d both end up as the hottest topic at the breakfast table the next morning.
“Baby, stop moving, please,” he groaned, his lips finding your neck as he started to fuck you. Lazily, still not fully awake. “Need you so fuckin’ bad,” his voice was almost whiny, as if he was just so desperate for you, and God, hearing him like that made your mind go blank, your walls clenching at his words.
It seemed to spur him on, or wake him up, who knew, because his movements got more deliberate. More precise, hitting the right spot with every thrust. You heard something that sounded like a chuckle coming from behind you, and you weren’t sure if you should be happy or afraid about the fact that he woke up.
“You need to keep quiet,” he said in a low tone, voice suddenly a bit cocky. He squeezed your throat, a breathy groan escaping him as he licked over your neck, picking up the pace.
“Unless you want the others to hear you.”
A strangled moan was all you managed to force out, your body answering for you, your pussy tightening around his length. Ghost noticed, of course, he did, and you already knew that he was never going to let you live this down. He grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg up, the new angle allowing him to thrust even deeper.
“Imagine the others saw you like that,” he whispered in your ear. “Being such a good girl for your Lieutenant.”
Placing kisses on your neck while his hand wandered down between your legs, and you could feel the dirty smirk on his face from the way his lips felt on your body.
“Shhhh, baby, they’re gonna hear how good I make you feel,” he said in that condescending tone that nearly made you cum right in that second. Your nails dug into his muscular forearm, forcing a groan out of him, his hot breath feeling as if it was racing down your spine, the combined sensations almost too much for you.
You bit down on your lip in a feeble attempt to keep quiet, but it seemed as if Ghost had other plans. Turning you on your back before he grabbed both your wrists with one hand, holding them over your head while he pulled your panties down.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned as he settled himself back in between your legs, sliding his cock over your exposed pussy before he pushed inside. Agonizingly slow, pulling your hips up to reach even deeper. He let go of your wrists, his hand wandering down until he cups your face, thumb resting on your parted lips.
You wrapped your legs around his body, lifting your hips slightly as if you were silently begging him to fuck you even harder. His fingers dug into your hips as he picked up the pace, pounding into you mercilessly.
“Bet you’d let them watch,” he whispered while he shoved two fingers into your mouth. “Let them see who this pretty mouth belongs to.” The satisfied groan that left him as you started to suck on his fingers went straight to your core. “And who this perfect pussy belongs to,” he forced out as he shoved your hand away from between your legs, replacing it with his own.
Taking a strange sense of pride in the fact that you not only came on his cock but also because of his hands. You moaned his name as he fucked you through your orgasm, your nails scratching over his arms in an attempt to hold onto something. “Simon, please-” you whimpered, “I can’t- too much, please.”
“Be good for me, I know you can take it, baby.” His fingers were back on your lips, spreading your own wetness over them while you mindlessly parted them for him, the stimulation too much for you to think straight.
“Want my cum so badly?” He groaned, pressing his fingers down on your tongue, basically forcing you to nod for him. As if your answer wouldn’t have been “ yes, please ,” either way. And with that he leaned closer, grabbing your hips with both hands. Kissing you desperately while he pounded into you as if you were his personal fucktoy. He dragged over your clit with every thrust until another climax washed over you, his cock twitching as he spilled deep inside of you.
Your body wasn’t really functioning as he collapsed onto you, and not being able to breathe properly never felt better. Who needed air when you could have Simon Riley.
“Love you, babe,” he whispered as he turned the both of you around, your body resting on top of his. Blissed out, his cock still buried deep inside of you.
“Love you too,” you replied with a yawn. “You wanna stay like that?”
“Mhm.” You knew that tone. The one that meant he was already half asleep again. Impressive.
“Gonna fuck you awake in the morning,” he mumbled quietly, one hand on your ass, the other one stroking over your back as you snuggled up against him.