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Loud chatters and clinking of glasses surrounded you. Clouding for the most part, the endless complaints coming from your lover, sat next to you.
You had done a decent job at ignoring his bickering since the moment you had managed to drag him to the event. Nevertheless, he persisted.
"I dun' like this, love." Soap shook his head.
You offered him an exasperated glance and let out a sharp huff.
"We've been here for twenty minutes, John."
"My point exactly."
You gave him a playful eye roll. Granted, you didn't want to be there either. Being introverted is something that you had both managed to bond over. You could trust Soap to be the last person to force you into social events. He wished he could say the same, however, you did insist on going out every once in a while. It felt necessary to stay in contact with the outside world, with the amount of time you both spent indoors, and the am. You had agreed on one or two outings a year. This was one of them. An old high school friend's anniversary at their fancy restaurant. On the house. The perfect opportunity.
"You're complaining about getting free food? That's new."
Soap scoffed. A smirk tugged at his lips, but he pushed it down and cleared his throat.
"No. Just.. Well you know how I feel about being seen in public with you."
You bit your lip and shot him a sympathetic look. Of course you did, you knew very well. Being a Sergeant of Task Force 141, came with it's risks. He had done everything in his power to keep your relationship away from the public eye as much as much as possible. If an enemy was to find out about you and it was to put you in danger, he would never forgive himself. By close friends, Soap's behaviour was seen as paranoid, or possessive... But you had grown to appreciate his insistence on privacy. This overprotectiveness of his that often let his soft side peek through.
You slid your hand across the table. Your acrylic nails soothingly glided across the back of his hand. You then closed in and gave his hand a light squeeze.
Soap looked down and smiled. He gave you a nod of compassion, which soon turned back into frustration as he brought his hand up the suffocating collar of his suit.
"Steamin' Jesus... This shite's so damn uncomfortable."
You stared at him up and down and you couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up as your eyes roamed over his figure. It wasn't often you got to see your boyfriend in such light. You had gotten quite used to seeing him in shirts, tank tops, boxers, sweatpants and occasionally, his uniform. The few times you got to see him in formal wear. God, that was eye candy. The way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders and muscular torso. His tie hanging loosely between his pecs. His brushed mohawk nicely complementing the shape of his head. Just perfect, that man was. All the time, but now especially.
"Yeah well that 'shite' makes you look really damn hot.." You muttered as you brought the glass of champagne to your lips. Your velvet lipstick stained the rim. You hadn't noticed until after you had set your glass back down, that Soap was staring at your lips the entire time.
"Dún do bhéal... I just can't wait to take this off."
You smirked and raised one eyebrow.
"Me either." You teased, winking at him.
Soap, eyes widened and he bit onto his lip before he said anything he'd regret. Soap leaned back in his chair and forced his gaze away from you. He scouted the room to make sure nobody would notice his flustered state.
"Ye're gonna get us in trouble, lass." Soap groaned. His voice rough.
You shrugged cheekily. Priding yourself on the way you were able to get to him so easily. You caught a strand of your hair between your fingers and twirled it around innocently. You hummed along to the music, head swaying from side to side peacefully.
Soap was there. Watching you in silent admiration. And God did he admire you. He observed you carefully, entertaining himself by mindlessly ranking which parts of you he preferred. Your hair was definitely up there. Right up there with your lips. He both loved and hated how much he wanted to kiss your lips. How much it endangered your private relationship. Though sometimes, it almost seemed worth it. Just to feel you against him. That was probably his favourite part of you.
You eventually picked up on his precise inspection. You locked eyes with him and fluttered your eyelashes, then tilted your head as if to ask what was wrong.
No, your eyes were definitely his favourite part of you.
Soap sensed your confusion and cleared his throat.
"Just lookin'."
You chuckled and winked.
"You flatter me."
Soap bowed his head in agreement before taking a look around the crowded room. Scouting for any interruptions. His gaze had grown predatory from his years in the military. Something you admired. After a few seconds of observation, he hummed in satisfaction and reached a hand under the round table you were both sat at. The fancy drape that covered it ran up his forearm. You soon felt his fingers wrap around the flesh of your upper thigh.
Your eyebrows raised in amusement. You forced yourself to lean back on your chair to display comfort. To hide just how weak such a small gesture made you.
"You're getting bold." You remarked.
"Can you blame me? Ye're telling me I have to this next to this beauty for hours on end, and I have to keep my hands off of 'er?"
Your lips tugged up into a flustered smile. You shrugged.
"I wasn't complaining."
"Oh, I'm sure you werent." Soap interrupted. He lowered his voice to a murmur.
"Wouldn't want to have a little brat on our hands, now would we?" He finished. You gulped.
A chill ran through your body, poking needles at your skin all over. That oh so familiar nickname. And Soap knew it, you knew it. As if the big smirk on his face wasn't telling enough.
You bit into your lip and shook off the burning in your cheeks.
"Quit it."
"You love it."
You rolled your eyes and looked away. With no rebuttal. Of course you liked it, how could you not? A sentence as simple as that one could bring you back to some of the most intimate, yet amazing times of your life.
"You teased me first, ya know?" Soap muttered as his fingertips now drew horizontal lines onto your thigh. The reminder of their presence sprung you back to life.
"You brought this on ye're self, little one." Soap added in a murmur.
Soap looked up through his eyelashes at the dissipating chatter around the room. Every person seemed to be doing their own thing, focused on their own secluded group of friends. Their own objective. Good, so was Soap.
After eventually easing yourself into Soap's touch, you pushed yourself to pick your champagne glass back up after watching the twinkling lights shining over it for God knows how long. The champagne slowly ran down your throat, when suddenly the feeling of Soap's thumb pressing against your panties forced your oesophagus to squeeze around the warm liquid.
An abrupt electric shock ran through your core. Making you weak in the knees. You clenched your eyes shut and covered your mouth as you fumbled to swallow your drink.
As soon as it was gone through, your hand was grasping at Soap's arm. Pushing it away until his thumb rested at your inner thigh. Your eyes shot daggers at him. Not only with embarrassment, but with pure utter shock that your lover had gone to such extents. In public?
"John, fuck's sake-"
"Do you see anyone looking our way?"
You looked around the room, frustrated that you were actually considering Soap's absurd proposition. However, you were eventually forced to agree with him. Out loud, you wouldn't have admitted it. But even with the way you were seconds away from spitting your drink all over yourself, nobody had batted an eye. Not to mention the situation you were both in. You were both sat in the far corner of the dim-lit restaurant. Thank the fucking heavens for your lacks of sociability that likely influenced your seating decision.
"Say the word, lass. You won't hear anatha' word from me. And I'll keep my hands to myself." Soap mumbled. His eyes fixed on where table drape stopped hiding your thighs.
You couldn't help but notice the small grin poking at his lips as he spoke. It made you want to punch him in the face just as much as it made you want to smile with him. Goddamn it, he knew about your exhibitionist side. The risk of getting caught. The thrill of having to hide your every move and sound in order not to seem suspicious. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to give in to him. And he knew it. He knew just how much it turned you on.
Refusing to give him the satisfaction of voicing your defeat, you decided to answer in the best way you could. You scooted your hips forward, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you felt his thumb press back against your clothed clit.
Soap raised his eyebrows, more intrigued than surprised. You had talked about it with him a few times when exchanging some sexual fantasies with each other for shits and giggles. Couple stuff. But now it sunk in, for the both of you. You were both suddenly very aware of each other's ragged breathing. The air was thick with sexual tension.
Soap nodded.
"Look forward. Be quiet, hm?"
Soap adjusted his posture and you were quick to take the hint and follow. Making sure to keep your hips focused and accessible to Soap.
You took in a deep, shaky breath and did as you were told. You leaned forward and rested your forearms onto the table and looked straight ahead of you, pretending that the fancy maroon wallpaper was the most interesting thing in the whole world as you waited the inevitable.
And so it did. You soon felt two rough fingers gliding over the hem of your panties. Feeling up the lace there. Soap hummed in satisfaction and ran one finger up your center, feeling the material, earning a twitch from you.
"Is that my favorite set?.. The black one?" Soap whispered with what you assumed, was a smile.
You couldn't help but scoff in disbelief as Soap mentioned that. The expertise of that man. With just the feeling of silk and lace under his fingertips, he had been able to guess the exact lingerie set you had put on. Although, that one was especially special. He had spotted it in a vitrine while strolling through the streets, in the search of a Valentine's gift. From the second he saw that sultry set, beautifully wrapped around the mannequin, he had only been able to imagine it on your body. Complementing each and every one of your features. The biggest debate for him was if when he had finally gotten it onto you, whether he would take the time to carefully peel it off of you and savour every inch of your body, or if he would rip it off of you and devour you whole.
He had tried shaking off those thoughts, deciding a promiscuous gift for a woman as special like you, during a day that important was just inappropriate. But since the moment he saw it, every passing second that set wasn't on you was gnawing at him. So did he cave in? Yes. But with a box of your favorite chocolates to go with it.
What a gentleman.
And now there it was. Such an intimate story, enveloped by an ordinary dress you had picked out for the night. A facade of innocence.
"Ye know how much I'd love tease you through these for hours..."
You shot him a glare. Soap scoffed and nodded, raising his free hand in fake surrender.
"I know, I know... I think I'm too impatient as well either way."
And with that, the material was shoved aside and his thumb pressed against your entrance. You sucked in a sharp breath and your eyelids fluttered. Soap dragged his thumb up and down your folds painfully slowly. Collecting the wetness that had gathered there.
"Seriously?" Soap muttered in disbelief at the proof of your arousal.
"Since when did ye become such a slut for me? Just my words did that to ya?" He murmured. Before you got a chance to retaliate, he slipped two fingers into your panties and slid his middle finger inside of your aching cunt. The wetness eased it down to the knuckle. And you were gone. You slapped a hand over your mouth and pretended to clear your throat to shove down a pathetic moan.
"John-"
"Shh. Get it together."
Soon you felt that finger start moving back and forth in rough thrusts. Pulling it out almost completely before hurriedly shoving it back in. A familiar pace.
You clenched your eyes shut to prevent them from rolling back into your head. You lowered both of your forearms back down to the table and dug your nails into the palms of you hand.
The only factor that gave Soap away was that wide grin on his face, seeing you struggle every time his finger pumped into you.
That, and the growing strain in his pants.
"You’re not the best actor." Soap whispered as he fished his phone out of his back pocket. He swiped back and forth through his home screen. Not actually doing anything. But how could he while he watched you fall apart like that?
"Shut up." You snapped, earning a huff of laughter from him.
"Watch your mouth." Soap snarled. And with that, you soon felt another finger intrude you. Followed by his pace increasing. Hardly giving you time to catch your breath.
You flinched away from his hand and began writhing in your seat. Which didn’t go unnoticed. Soap took a quick glance around the room and caught the eye of a couple of people. A quick frown and nod of the head managed to snap their heads away.
Close call.
Soap lifted his boot and pressed it into the top of your high heel to keep you pinned down. You took the hint and let yourself sink into your seat.
"Ye trynna get us caught? I bet. That what turns you on, you slut?" Soap murmured. His eyes still focused on his phone.
Another sharp pang of arousal ran through you as another harsh word escaped his mouth.
"Fuck, baby.." You winced breathlessly.
Shit.
Those words went straight to his dick. You figured as much when you heard the rustling just beside you of him fixing his pants and adjusting his posture. And the way the thrust of his fingers stuttered before eventually calming down to a halt. When your muffled whimpers died down, you also began to hear Soap’s accelerated breathing and occasional grunts.
And soon his fingers slipped away, leaving you feeling oddly empty. Having gained your control back, you looked over at Soap.
"John?"
"Car, now."
Quickly, Soap hopped out of his seat, leaving you no time to protest as you also eventually awkwardly shuffled off of your seat, still in the blind as to why you were doing so.
"Huh? Why?"
Soap grabbed onto your hand and pulled you out of your seat just firmly enough to show his insistence, but also to not hurt you or alarm anyone. Your eyes couldn't help but wander to the way he moved his hips conveniently so he wouldn't have to show the front of his pants to anyone in the restaurant.
Hm.
You both rushed outside in pure silence, occasionally interrupted by your demands of knowing what was happening. You weren't panicked, not in the slightest. Soap would have told you by now if this was urgent. Nevertheless, you were curious. So you kept pressing on.
Eventually, you did get a small response. Probably due to Soap feeling bad about you being completely in the dark about his intentions. Well, it wasn't much. But you could have sworn you heard a grumble of; "Need you, now." In his familiar Scottish accent. You gulped as you started to piece things together.
When you finally made it out, the cold wind slapped every inch of your bare skin as Soap dragged you through the parking lot. His eyes desperately scurrying around to spot your car. Cursing at the amount of people who had shown up, making this task a bit more difficult than he would have liked it. You could tell immediately when he had found it as you suddenly felt your hand being tugged at in another direction. You stumbled behind him and watched as he scrambled to fish the car keys out of his back pocket.
Soap soon unlocked the car and paused. You could see some slight inner conflict about whether he would enter the front or back seat. He opted for the backseat. More space, he probably figured.
He kept a tight grip on your hand, and even helped you into the backseat by supporting your arms. The second you were in, he slammed the door shut behind you and embraced you.
"What's this about?" You muttered, almost amused.
But his lips were immediately on yours, tongue intruding your mouth and taking in the taste of your champagne. You retaliated, gripping onto his shirt.
Soap pulled away, letting out a sigh of relief as it sunk in. Finally, you were (somewhat) secluded. He had you all to himself. Soap slicked his mohawk back and smiled softly.
"S'rry, got carried away... Just.. Ye were lookin' so damn hot with my hand up ye're skirt. I just.."
Soap hesitated, showing a bit of vulnerability even as he looked away while nervously chuckling.
"Maybe we could.. Ya know, do it right now? Like.. Have sex in 'ere?" Soap finally mumbled. His sky blue eyes looking back at you.
You froze, your eyes widened. Before you even got a chance to challenge this idea, a smile appeared on your face. No matter how much you saw it coming, hearing it from Soap's mouth, it felt impossible. You giggled and held onto his hand. God you loved that man.
You nodded.
"Let's do it."
Soap smiled. Not needing anything else, his lips were back on yours. His hands grappled at your hips, pulling you in hurriedly. Your tongues moved in rhythm together, creating an endless dance that left you both breathless. You pulled away but kept your forehead pressed against his. Soap grunted impatiently, his hands quickly reached for your back. His rough hands slid up until they found the zipper.
Soap quickly pulled the zipper down and slipped his hands into your dress. He fought to get it off of you, and you helped him the best you could. By letting his rough hands cup your thighs and lift you up just enough to pull away the clothing.
He let out an audible gasp as he finally got his greedy eyes to settle onto the magnificent lingerie set that cherished your skin. He manoeuvred you into position, laying you across the backseat and holding your wrists above your head.
You watched the astonishment gleam in his eyes and you couldn't help but smile up at him. A warm, fluttery feeling filled you entire body. You shifted from side to side, letting him see each and every inch of you. Of this body that you were so proud of. It felt so good, to have someone love you that much.
In the presence of that man, it felt like all the issues you've ever had about the way your body was were just flushed down the drain. Soap had loved you at your ups and at your downs. At your worst and at your best. Anytime you were to speak bad about the way you looked, Soap would just scoff and roll his eyes.
He had no ill intent in doing so, of course. To him, it was just that hating someone as wonderful as you just seemed absurd and impossible. He couldn't even fathom it. When he realised you actually struggled quite a bit with your self-esteem, it broke him. From then on, he would appreciate you every way he could. Every compliment that slipped through his mind, you would end up hearing.
Soap's eyes didn't leave you as he threw your dress aside. His hands slid up your sides, sending shivers running through you. He got his knees comfortable against the leather of the seats and shuffled slightly back. He then leaned down, his breath fanning over your crotch. One finger hooked under the elastic of your panties, watching it stretch as he retracted it before it finally slipped off and slapped against your skin. Earning a wince out of you. Soap chuckled.
Not wanting to wait a second more, his fingers gripped onto the hem of your panties and he harshly pulled them down to your knees. Letting the warm air of the confined space wash over your bare core.
You bit your lip, watching as Soap's lips curled into a sneer. Flashing his teeth at you.
"So eager.. So slutty.." Soap mumbled as he tilted his head towards your inner thigh. His tongue peeked and drew circles onto your flesh before trailing up, leaving a line of saliva alongst your skin. His eyes stayed fixed on you as his tongue eventually reached your pussy.
The warm contact made your back arch off the seats, which was quickly followed Soap's hands grabbing your hips and pushing them back down. You looked down in surprise and caught his stare. Soap simply smiled, shook his head and went back in.
"Prick." You snarled, exasperated. Soap chuckled.
His tongue worked it's way slowly up and down your folds. Drawing circles around your clit with each swipe. Dangerously nearing your entrance every time it would go down.
A gasp escaped you and you let your fingers tangle into his hair. You spread your shaky legs apart just a bit further and your hips bucked towards his mouth without you telling them to. Your moans echoed through the car, loudly. A bit too loudly. You slapped a hand over your mouth to prevent any slip ups.
Soap didn't plan on taking it easy on you, he never did. His lips latched onto your sensitive flesh as he sucked onto your clit. His hands slowly left your hips, he instead slid them up your body slowly until he reached the last remaining piece of lingerie you wore. Your bra. His thumbs traced the lace bordering it. Soap let out a groan of satisfaction that sent waves of vibration through your core. Making you writhe and whimper.
"So fuckin' pretty..."
Soap then moved his hands up to cup your breasts. His fingers ran over your clothed nipples, eventually closing in and giving them a small pinch and a twist. You winced and bit into your lower lip.
Satisfied, Soap let his hands slide down to rest around your ribcage as he turned his focus back towards your pussy. He licked and laved the best he could. He took the way you grip tightened in his hair as a sign of appreciation. He carried on for a little while, although he would have loved to, he didn't want to make you cum just from his tongue. If he wanted to get his fix in as well, he would have to hurry up. You were still in a parking lot after all. But God, the thought of your thighs pressing against the sides of his head as you moaned his name at the peak of climax... He'd have to save that for later.
Soap pulled away and licked your juices off of his lips. He hummed in satisfaction, watching your flushed state. Your chest quickly rising and falling, your eyes wide, your shaky legs. He crawled back on top of you and leaned down. He took your lips in a possessive kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You kissed back, cupping his jaw with one hand. Feeling out the stubble on his chin.
Soap grunted and pulled away. His expression a mix of frustration and lustful desperation.
"Love, I'm so hard it hurts.. Please. Tell me right now that this is what ye want."
You panted softly and looked up at him. You admired that even in this state, he cared about your wellbeing over anything else. You let out an amused giggle, also enjoying the way Soap rolled his eyes as he waited for your response.
You sighed and nodded, wrapping your legs around his hips.
"Yes. I want this. I want you, John." You muttered.
Soap grinned and placed a playful peck on your cheek.
"Good girl."
Soon, you watched his hand go down. Your eyes followed it as you watched him undo his belt with expertise. Then as the button of his pants popped open, and finally as the zipper slid down. Soap pushed his pants down just enough. You seemed curious about the fact he chose to keep his pants almost fully on. You knew Soap liked to be comfortable during sex.
You shot him an inquisitive look and Soap raised one eyebrow.
"Whot? I'm not gettin' caught with my pants 'round my ankles, lass."
You scoffed. Your laughs mixed in with one another before eventually being interrupted by your sharp intake of breath.
"Oh, that's your biggest concern?" You teased with a tone of disbelief. Soap nodded admittedly.
Soap shook his head in amusement and positioned his hips with yours when something crossed his mind.
"Shite, condoms." Soap looked down at you. His eyes looked like the ones of a child who had just been refused a treat. It was as pitiful as it was funny, to be making that comparison with a badass sergeant like Soap.
"Console box, front seat." You answered simply.
Soap's eyes lit up and his body immediately shifted away from you. He reached his muscular arm over and made quick work of opening up the console box and digging it. His finger tips searching for the familiar feel of a plastic wrapper.
He eventually found it, and pulled out a row of six to seven condoms stuck to one another. His excitement had subsided, now replaced with curiosity.
Soap smirked and looked down at you.
"In ye're car?.."
"You never know. And well, it came in helpful. Did it not?"
Soap chuckled and rubbed his hand over his face. Shrugging and nodding.
"Ye're a smart one."
Soap ripped one of the condom packets off and placed the rest back in the console box. For later, he thought. He held it to his mouth and caught the end between his teeth. He ripped the package open and picked the condom out.
With his other hand, Soap coaxed his cock out of his pants. Letting out a sigh of relief as he gave it a few long strokes. Your eyes stayed fixated on his hand movements, your breathing growing shaky. Soap noticed so and snickered.
"Ye look surprised every time ye see it. Ya should be careful with that, love. Dun' ye know what that does to a man's ego?"
You rolled your eyes and leaned your head back, adjusting it to get comfortable. Soap wet his lips and positioned himself. His palms pressed down against both sides of your head. He took one last look at your figure before taking in a deep breath and pushing his hips forward. Sliding half of his full length into you.
The sigh you let out turned into a whimper and your eyes fluttered shut. The sudden intrusion stretched you out. Which wasn't new, Soap was pretty big. In every sense. Even as your relationship went on, it took you some time to adjust to him every single time. Your hands immediately went to his arms and you gave them a light squeeze.
Soap groaned and cursed at just how good this felt. Not a single day went by, whenever he was on mission, that he didn't miss this. Feeling you wrapped around him, endless sounds coming from your lips.
With an exchanged nod of the head, Soap began moving again. This time, he fully pushed in. Pulling a small gasp of his name out of you. Soap took it as fuel. He pulled back, his eyes immersed in seeing every single inch of his cock reappear. Staying that way as he eased himself back into you.
"So wet, love..."
Your eyes clenched shut and you bit into your lip. Your breath now rapid and shaky. As you concentrated on trying not to become a moaning mess for all the restaurant to hear, a sharp tongue click brought you out of your trance. Your eyes snapped open to meet Soap's freezing glare.
Soap frowned and shook his head. Keeping eye contact as his hips began a consistent, slow pace.
"Look at me. No closing ye're eyes bullshit, love. Look at the one who's fuckin' ya, alright?"
His words alone made your back arch off the seats. You only managed to moan weakly in response. Which wasn't enough for Soap, clearly. You soon felt a familiar rhythm of slow, but rough thrusts.
"I asked you a question."
"Fuck- Yes. Yes sir." The words stumbled out of you.
Soap had to bite himself and look away to hide just how turned on just that nickname made him. It was odd, really. He was a sergeant, 'sir' wasn't an uncommon name for him. But god, when it was your soft voice breaking that uttered it. It just meant so much more to him than you could have imagined.
Your hot breaths entangled with one another. The sounds of flesh slapping against each other echoed through the car. Your moans and Soap's grunts accompanied them. Soap tried his best to keep himself quiet, wanting to keep all the focus on your sounds and your sounds only. But you heard some small mutters of 'Stay with me' and 'Feel so good' every once in a while.
Fuck.
Your eyes were on his the entire time. So were Soap's, though they sometime did wander to your bra. He was fully possessed by the way your breasts bounced, bringing the gorgeous fabric up with them every time he buried himself into you.
One of Soap's hand went to your hip. He felt you up, his fingers tracing circles on your sensitive skin. Enjoying every little reaction he managed to pull out of you from doing so. Soap then slid his hand down to your thigh. Cupping it and tugging it up until your leg wrapped around his hip. You took the hint and did the same with your other leg.
Soap smiled, giving you a light pat on the thigh as reward. Then, his hands were back on your chest. Cupping the sides of it.
The more time went on, the faster Soap got. Naturally. The few times you turned your head away, you were met with a small smack to your hip along with a small tut. Your mind was growing quite fuzzy now. All that you could focus on was how full you fell when he was inside, and how empty you felt for the brief moments he pulled out.
"Come on. Take it. Take it."
Each thrust forward sent shocks of pleasure through your core. Making you squirm and writhe. Your hands hysterically grasped at Soap's back. Your acrylic nails lightly digging into his shoulder plates. And with a nicely aimed, hard thrust, your nails trailed down his back. Leaving eight red stripes around his spine.
That didn't deter Soap one bit. In fact, seeing how crazy he was driving you only made him want to do better. Soap let out a small huff and sped up. Practically pumping into you at a carnal pace by now.
Your legs tightly squeezed his waist for support. Your soft moans turned into endless cries and yelps.
"Oh! John- Mm-Fuck, you feel so damn good I can't-"
Soap tightened his grip around you and kept pounding into you. His stare was practically obsessive. Like he had been deprived of you for years and was finally getting what he had so desperately needed.
"Yes you can. Stay with me now." Soap stated.
Soon you felt one of his hand leave you and slide down to your abdomen. Your curiosity tempted you to look down, but you quickly got all the answer you needed when you felt his thumb press into your clit.
Your eyes clenched shut and your voice broke into weeps of pleasure. Your hips twitched and jerked. Either away or towards his touch. As expected, Soap was quick to slap his palm against your hip and force your eyes to flutter back open.
Soap leaned in. His face hovering over yours. His free hand reached up and clasped onto your jaw. Making sure you didn't break eye contact even once more.
The car cringed and groaned under the pressure of your lovemaking in the backseat. Rocking back and forth rhythmically. The windows showed a hazy white tint from the hot and heavy atmosphere.
The combinations of sensations were driving both of you over the edge quickly. Your body endlessly gyrated as you screamed out his name at the top of your lungs as if it was the only word you knew.
Even Soap wasn't gonna last much longer anymore. His thrusts grew choppy. Less focused on consistency and instead concentrated on a selfish chase for his and your pleasure.
His thumb flicked side to side, mercilessly teasing your clit to coax you into climax.
"Come on, cum for me baby."
And with a well timed thrust and an acceleration of his thumb, you did. Shocks of intense pleasure made you practically numb in the legs. Shaking up your soul as the orgasm crashed down on you. Soap took his sweet time with it, continuing his pace to prolong it for you.
Your eyes didn't leave him.
"Yes, come on love. That's it!"
Soap's expression morphed into one of pure pleasure himself as he felt the aftermath of your orgasm. Your inner walls squeezing him with all their might. Soap ran his hands up your body until they reached your cheeks. He looked deeply into your eyes, glossy with tears from the intensity of the moment. There wasn't a sight he would rather see in this moment, other than your face in pure bliss. All by his own doing.
With a few more thrusts and a loud moan of your name, Soap came. Soap dug his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling in your scent as he came fully undone.
Afterwards, you both took a minute to bathe into the sensations. It wasn't the worst feeling in the world. Laying in your lover's arms as waves of pleasure crashed against you and slowly subsided. Being entangled with one another, with the only sound being your heavy breaths.
You were the first one to break the silence. Looking down at Soap, laying cheek against your chest.
"You were the first one to break eye contact." You remarked cheekily.
Soap paused to take in your words before eventually breaking into laughter and sitting up. He shook his head in disbelief and gave you a pat on the head.
"Oh I'm sorry. Was this a competition?"
"Now it is. And I beat you."
You both laughed. Allowing the intense atmosphere to be replaced by light hearted banter.
"I guess ye did. Good job."
You gave him a warm smile and eventually managed to sit up as well. You leaned in and kissed him deeply. Your hands clinging onto his shoulders, massaging the shirt you had scrunched up probably at some moment in your frenzy.
He chuckled and kissed back, opting to place his hands on your hips and sway you gently. He couldn't have asked for a better way to end the night. No making small talk with people he had no interest in. No awkward goodbye's with strangers he'll never see again. Just you. Just you and his lips against yours.
Soap pulled away and placed a small kiss on your cheek.
"Ceart go leor.. Le's go home. 'M tired." Soap grumbled as he shuffled toward the door.
You nodded in agreement and leaned down to pick up your dress, laying neatly across the car floor. When something suddenly flashed across your mind.
"I think I forgot my coat in the restaurant." You winced sheepishly.
Soap immediately turned around, wide eyes interlocking with yours.
You both sat in silence like that, staring into each other's eyes before erupting into laughter once again.
You both laughed until your stomachs began hurting.
Who cares how you were going to retrieve it eventually with the situation you were both in. You'll figure it out. I'm sure.
As long as you're with him.