up all night|simon ‘ghost’ riley
warnings: dirty talk, fingering, titty sucking, cowgirl, kissing, slight spanking, slight choking, he loves him some you, he’s so fuckin sexy, too fucking sexy. he's low-key clingy fr and he loves touching you.
song rec: art deco-lana del rey
Simon didn’t know what to do about you. He wasn’t sure there was much he could do when he wasn't much of a conversationalist. Not that he was there much anyway, but when he was, he was hiding in his apartment and only going out late at night to grab a couple of items from the little store down the street or to have a little smoke break outside.
Never seeing you much like he wanted to, he always got little dishes in the front of his door with bright sticky notes on them. They were stupid yet so sweet, “Hope you like it, let me know if you do.” or “Eat well, Simon.” With those cute little hearts and smiley faces on them. He doesn't know exactly why but he always picked them up. He never questioned and didn’t really know how to let you know he appreciated the gesture. He figured picking up his dishes and eating what was made then cleaning and returning them the same night was enough for you to continue on. You were a good cook so he wasn’t complaining and a nice cup of tea or a heavy glass of bourbon was enough to really seal the deal on a nice relaxing night.
Not to mention, he kept all your sticky notes. Not that it mattered because he figured you would never step foot into his apartment to see them sticking on his fridge. The only person to enter his home was Johnny and never hearing the end of those sticky notes, Simon didn’t really care as long as they made him feel something.
He didn’t get that much, in fact, he didn’t get that at all. So, coming home to relax even just a little and to read your sticky notes is what made him feel a little alright. There was only so much he could do though. It was just a part of him and how his nature was. He was always on alert even when he was at home and when he did go out, he could carry at least a blade on him. When you did catch him, you always questioned why he did have one on him, and yet he never answered, opting to simply grunt out a basic response such as “it’s comfortable” You stopped asking when it was the only answer. It wasn’t your business anyway, all you wanted to do was to feed the tall mysterious man that lived next door.
You don’t exactly know what possessed you to start the little habit but that one little convo you had in the hall was enough to let you know that he wasn’t home much and he wasn’t cooking much either. Little responses here and there to help you connect the dots, Simon was so used to people being scared or intimidated but you weren’t either of them. You should be but you know he won’t do anything unless necessary. Ghost was meticulous and a cold calculated man you've come to find out. Very observant at that and kept to himself every chance he got.
A simple man who kept to himself. A man you found yourself slowly becoming attracted to. From his voice to the way he looked, those eyes played a big part. Late at night, those eyes were the main drug to your sudden spike in desire. You could only wonder what he looked like without the mask and yet you probably won’t ever know. This man was eating you alive simply living next door to you, every time he would come home and then leave a couple of days after, a couple of hours or weeks, or even months left you wanting more than before. You craved that man more than you would like to admit.
You weren’t desperate; at least that's what you thought. You weren't crazy either but it was something about him that made you feel obsessed. He felt like a drug you couldn’t get your hands on, an off-limits kind of man.
It was times when you tried to pull away but he was so good at pulling you back in and he didn’t know of a single fucking thing. The times where when you did catch him, he would look at you. His eyes would trail down your body and then back up to your face. It was like he knew the effect he had on you every time he did it. You could have been blind but even then you swore you saw his lips curl into a tiny smirk.
Your night was going great up until the neighbor you were hanging out with found out about you paying attention to another man. It wasn’t even supposed to go like that, you thought since it was the topic then you would keep up the topic with interest until he was no longer interested. It seemed like jealousy was the main factor for him to leave your place in quite a hurry.
Ghost watched as the guy walked out of your apartment, following you shortly until you were leaning against your doorframe. Frankly, it was a little humorous watching your downstairs neighbor become startled by the big military man but you had to keep a straight face just until your downstairs neighbor was out of sight.
“What an asshole..” You mumbled to yourself.
Ghost was leaning against the balcony, cigarette between two thick fingers. It wouldn’t hurt to greet him.
He turned his head to look at you, eyes scanning over you before he gave you a small nod. You fully expected to just have that and go on with your night, slowly walking back into your place.
It should have been a shame how quickly you slipped on your slippers and walked out of your apartment to stand next to him. Towering over you was an understatement, standing next to him made him seem like a fucking giant. There were a million questions running through your head as to why Simon wanted you. Before you would even open your mouth to ask, he spoke up first.
“I was thinkin’ what’s that song you always listen to? Somethin’ about art or some shit.” He mumbled roughly, trying to make conversation. There was a pause and he thought you didn’t want to talk to him but hearing your sweet voice made him turn his dark gaze back to you.
“Art deco.” You mutter, avoiding his gaze as it was one you weren't quite used to. You’ve seen it multiple times, seen him angry, seen him deadly silent, and yet in this sort of mood- you weren’t used to seeing him like this; so content. You just couldn’t handle yourself having his eyes on you. “Can you hear my music?”
“Every time I lay down, sweetheart. Startin’ to think you’re obsessed with just that one song only.” He flicked the end of his cigarette and watched the ashes fall down to the ground, next to his thick boot.
You nudged him. “That’s not true. You know I play other music too. Does it keep you up all night?”
He clicked his tongue. “Yeah, not as much as that fuckin song but no, it doesn’t. I would knock on your front door if your music kept me up all night.” He teased as he glanced down at you for a second, watching the way you smiled. He wanted to see that more. He took one last drag from his cig, holding the smoke in before exhaling it out his nose. You hated how hot it was to watch him smoke.
“Damn, I didn’t take you much for a teaser Simon.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know, doll. It’s not a problem right?” He dropped his cig to the ground, stepping on it roughly.
“No, that just means I have to find out more about you is all. I’m more than willing.” You leaned against the railing and looked out at the view. It was a comforting one, especially being able to see all the city lights. Feel the cool breeze on your skin and simply enjoy the presence of being around him.
Simon will give you that, you were calmly persistent yet never overwhelming to his space. He ignored you the first time he saw you only because he didn’t really think to greet someone he wasn’t going to always see, but you caught him in his worst times and having that seemed to work well with anything else you did.
Pulling out another cig, he wasted no time lighting it with a flick of his skull-printed lighter. You thought it was cute and even huffed out a laugh seeing it. He didn’t question your laugh as he hid it back in his jean pocket. It was nice to hear you laugh though. You watched his every move too, taking in more of what he was wearing and little actions here and there. The way his gloves fit, up to the way he wore a simple black hoodie and his hood covering most while the balaclava did the rest besides it exposing his lips. You didn’t mean to stare but how could you not? This man was the epitome of a dream and even when he was hidden, you were so certain that the man was so pretty.
You dreamed of those lips on yours, dreamed of them leaving kisses on your skin until you were begging for more.
Simon noticed you staring and it wasn’t something uncommon, he’s gotten stares before but you were looking at him with this certain look. It was like you were trying to take in every little thing about him and soak it up before he covered it again. He didn’t mind when you stared at him, it meant he still had your attention. It would have been a problem if you didn’t.
“Now, are you gonna let me know who that fuckin’ guy was? Or are you going to keep it to yourself? He seemed really pissed seeing me outside. Like I did somethin.”
You groaned to yourself. “It’s so stupid. He came over because he wanted to try another recipe and I gave him one like I normally do. While we were talking, I mentioned that I would make you little meals from time to time and I guess that was something he didn't want to hear. He asked me why I was feeding a man who was rarely home and I didn’t say much, it’s not my business to tell someone else’s business. I simply said it was nice knowing someone enjoyed my food and he almost lost his shit.”
Ghost scoffed. “You mean to tell me, he got jealous because he found out you were cooking me food? Pathetic. He just walked out on you?”
You nodded your head, lightly laughing. “Besides calling me a delusional whore, yeah.”
It seemed like he was quite talkative tonight.
“Hell no, don’t have feelings for him like that. He was just a friend and besides, I have my eye on someone else.”
“Yeah? Who?” He knew who. It didn’t need much thinking to know, he just wanted to hear it come out of your mouth. You knew he knew as well, it was obvious from the very moment you started putting those sticky notes on his food and asking him questions to know more about him. It never occurred to you that he liked the attention you were giving him until his friend Johnny told you. It was a secret between the both of you and times Johnny even came to check up on you when he was out of work. Always asking how it was between you and Simon.
“You.” You weren’t looking at him when you told him and yet knowing it was him made him stand up straight. A cold gloved hand grabbed your chin and his cold eyes stared into yours, the cigarette hanging from his lips. He took a drag and pulled it from his lips, dropping the cig to the ground to step on it again. The smoke seeped from his lips as you watched his eyes drag all along your face like he was trying to take in every little thing about you. Mutual habit.
“You mean it?” It took everything in you to not let your legs give out.
“Y-yeah. I like you a lot, Simon...I wouldn’t lie about it.” He only pulled you in closer, your hands coming in contact with his chest making you gulp. “Don’t go gettin’’ shy on me now, love.” He leaned in close, his lips close to yours. “Though it is cute.” His lips pressed against yours and you kissed back immediately, gripping his hoodie in your hands. It was hungry, and possessive the way he kissed you. His hand dropped from your chin down to your neck, it felt heavy on your skin as his thumb rubbed along your throat. Your lips parted to taste the smoke of him on your tongue. The way he kissed could have had you on your knees in an instant but nothing could have stopped you from getting more of him. You moaned into the kiss as his other hand gripped your hip then slowly moved to your lower back. Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the way his heavy kisses trailed down to the side of your neck, opposite from his hand. The way his lips made work teasing your skin until it was raw, his tongue and teeth doing the worst. It was hard to hide any noise you made because of him.
“Simon…Si..-mon. We’re still outside.” You whimpered.
The man pulled away with a low growl, licking his lips as he looked at you. He didn’t care where the fuck you two were, he would bend you over this balcony if that meant he could have you cumming on his cock. His eyes were filled with lust as he stared down at you before he gestured to your place with a tilt of his head and you nodded your head, grabbing his hand to pull him back into your place.
Entering your place, he made his way to your couch and as he sat down, he watched as you closed your door. It wasn’t a big couch, to begin with and seeing him take up most of it made your brain numb. His long legs spread and his dark-washed blue jeans clung to his thick thighs.
“Are you thirsty?” You asked, earning a small shake of his head, declining your offer. It wasn’t like him to be here so you didn’t know what to do besides want to fuck him, so he spoke up. He was so good at knowing.
“You don’t need to be nervous, love. Just come here.” He pats his thigh with one hand. As you walked over to try and sit next to him, Simon guided you onto his lap. “I kiss you once and you’re over here lost.”
The ache in your stomach dropped down to your core, leaving you with another problem other than you being nervous. You were fucking turned on especially being on top of the big man. Even in this position he still was big, everything about him was fucking big. You could physically feel your body shake with chills. Every little thing he did was enough to fuck you up immensely.
He gripped your hips, lifting you higher up until you sat comfortably. Never in your life have you wanted a man to touch you more than now, especially since his hands were on you.
“So responsive.” You rested your hands on his chest. Cute , he thought.
He lifted the bottom of his balaclava up just below his nose again. You don’t even recall him pulling it down, though it didn’t matter. What did matter was that you could make out scars on his face, full lips and just enough stubble. Just from what you got, you knew for a fact he was pretty. God, he was too pretty.
“Are you just gonna stare all night, love?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind honestly.” Simon didn’t give a response but you could notice his eyes reacting to your words, you’ll take that. You’ll take anything at this fucking point to have him, to keep him to yourself. You grabbed his hands, tugging on each finger to loosen the glove until you were able to pull it off all while he watched. His lip twitched with a reaction he just didn’t know how to fully comprehend. “As much as I love the gloves, it would be nice..to feel your bare hands on me. If that’s okay.” You looked up at him and he looked up at you, nodding as you managed to tug off the other glove until both were sitting neatly on the table beside your couch.
Now that you were able to touch his hands, you were able to feel the hard work of them, every scar, every callous down to his palms and over the veins of the back of his hands. Simon didn't know what was happening, he did know that this alone was enough to make the ache in his pants worse.
You lifted his hands up to your chest, nibbling on your bottom lip as you let him squeeze both breasts in his rough palms. “Fuck...” He growled, squeezing them a bit harder just to get those pretty noises out of you. He needed you out of this dress before he ended up ripping it.
Once he dropped his hands down to your thighs, his fingers tugged the dress up higher, over your ass until he was able to see your panties. A cute pair of black panties with thin bands that sink into the fat of your hips.
“Let’s take this thing off.”
Simon helps you tug it off until you are left in your bralette and panties, a sight he engraved in his skull. How the bra clung tight to your breasts down to the way your panties hugged your figure. What really grabbed him was the soft pudge of your tummy. He was the kind of man who had to keep a hard form to take heavy hits but with you, everything was soft about you. Every fucking thing and he couldn’t deny it wasn’t something he dreamed about every time he rested his head on his pillow.
It was chilling to see Simon stare at you so openly without something to cover your body besides some thin undergarments. He dragged his hands down your sides and sunk his fingers into you like he was greedy to have it all and in an instant, you were found on your back with him hovering over you. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder then trailed kisses down to your breasts, his stubble leaving delicious scratches against your sensitive skin. The man didn’t stop there, he scratched his nails down the side of your thigh and moved his hand until they came in contact with your ass. He squeezed it, then again before pulling his hand away to smack it and squeeze it again. “So soft,” He paused to nip your tummy. “Fuck…so warm.”
Your moans are what encouraged him to continue and feeling your hand hold his shoulder for support only made him crave your touch even more. The weigh of him on you felt nice, he felt close to you and you needed that. He watched you, took in the way your eyebrows furrowed and your lips quiver once his fingers came in contact with your clothed cunt. He pushed against the fabric until he could feel your aching clit and with a small nudge, you were like putty in his hands.
He hooked his index and middle finger into your panties to pull them to the side, rough enough to keep them in place but gentle enough to keep them from snapping. Once he came in contact with your bare cunt, nothing could stop him from ruining you at this moment. Thick fingers slid between your slit and he groaned, feeling your slick coat them. You were soaking.
Simon teased your clit with two thick fingers as his lips were busy leaving rough kisses down the valley of your breasts. His fingers spread your lips and flicked your clit with his middle finger. “Want to know what else I can hear besides your music?”
You nodded your head, desperate for anything at this point. “I hear you moaning my name, sweet little thing you are. You think about me when you touch this sweet cunt?”
He’s ruining you even before he really does anything and it’s what fucks you up. “Keeping me up at night knowing I need rest. You may play music but I can still hear your desperate moans through it, love. Every time, it’s like you get needier. Moaning my name like a fuckin pup in heat - you think about my cock that much?” The wet firm smack of his fingers against your cunt makes you whine. It was pathetic. It was embarrassing how wet you were.
The tip of his fingers teased your cunt, rubbing along your tight hole until he could slide both into you. His other hand rested on your throat, the pads of his fingers resting in points to squeeze.
“Answer me,” He demanded.
“Filthy girl..” He mumbled as he started a slow and teasing pace, sliding his fingers out and then back in with a wet snap. Your breath becomes shaky and it’s like you can feel every spark of pleasure in your body. “I should punish you for making me suffer like that, fuckin touching yourself with my name in your mouth is bold, love. Since you were so persistent, this is my cunt you understand me?”
“Oh god…god yes .” He fucked you with two thick fingers until you were spilling around them, coating them with your arousal until that wet sound grew sloppy. “You come to me when you need me, you beg for my fingers, my mouth, and my cock from now on. I find out you’re touchin’ what’s mine then I’ll give you a reason to be a desperate whore.”
You couldn't think straight, couldn’t speak straight as he fucked you with his fingers. They even curved to reach that sweet spot while his thumb rubbed your clit. Your nails dug into his bicep and your hips rocked into his hand. Simon pulled his hand from your throat to your bra to tug, exposing both breasts. He groped the right one then the left one as his fingers grew faster in tempo. You were gorgeous, dare he say something better than that. You were perfect. If he wasn’t so desperate to fuck you senseless, he would be on his knees in between your legs eating you like a starved man. He wouldn't even stop, wouldn't dare stop until he could taste you through his mask, wouldn't dare until you were shaking in his hold.
His hips pushed against your thigh, grinding his cock against it for some form of friction all while he maintained his pace. You were making such a mess, he could feel your arousal drip from his own fingers. The way he could feel you tightened with every thrust only made his lust darken.
“Please..please right there..right there Si.” He kept that angle as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple to suck on it. He sucked and flicked his tongue against your nipple, cheeks just slightly hollowing until he pulled away to do the same to the other nipple. His fingers were doing god’s work and he loved the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers. Each wet snap made his cock throb in his jeans but he was adamant about making you cum on his fingers first, he could practically feel your arousal cling every time he pulled his fingers out. “Such pretty tits,” Your body tensed in his hold, shaky whimpers filling his ears as you coated his fingers in your sticky cum. He groaned lowly with a perky nipple in his mouth, feeling you tremble made him want to continue, but to hear your noises break as just the slightest feeling of overstimulation hit. He pulled his fingers out when he felt your thighs try to trap his hand between them, pushing them back apart with sticky, wet fingers.
“Keep em’ open, love. Let me indulge a little longer.”
Simon pulled away to stand up, leaving you exposed to the most vulnerable position on the couch. God, he could see everything. He sunk his fingers into his mouth to clean them, getting a taste of you. “Mm, maybe I should make you cum on my tongue. Get you ready to take my cock.” You whimpered.
“You really are somethin,” First, he unzipped his jacket, tugging it off his arms until he was standing above you in just a tight black tee and his jeans. Boots long discarded somewhere. All while his eyes were on you, he undressed slowly. It was his tee and then it was his belt, you stared at his body without an inch of shame. A machine of a man, built to take down men like Johnny had told you. Littered with scars and burn marks, you could only continue to think he was pretty. Made by a god.
Fat pecs and big beefy arms, he could suffocate you and you’d say thank you. The tattoo on his forearm made everything worse. Your eyes moved lower, to the thin hair on his chest though it wasn’t much. Seeing more trail down underneath his jeans is what made your body tremble. Then seeing a nice curve in front of them let you know clearly that what he was hiding could potentially put you in a temporary coma. He popped the belt open with a quick flick and feeling it loosen made him sigh.
Once he undid the button on his jeans, he pushed them down and right then and there there was nothing you could do to stop any filthy thought from filling your mind. You swore he could see you drip once he revealed the tight black boxers he was wearing. Of course, they would be black. Nearly everything he wore was black
“You got somethin' to say?” Simon asked.
You sat up with a playful smile on your lips, eyes glinting with playfulness. ‘Nuh-uh.”
“Nuh-uh?” He teased.
“Take them off, Simon.” You softly demanded. That earned a soft huff.
“Take 'em off for me.” You were never one to back down from such a thing and reached out to grab his hand, tugging him closer to you until you were able to reach his boxers. You should have prepared yourself better but you were too busy pressing soft kisses along his abdomen to care. Your desires were so heavy, you couldn't stop from sliding your tongue along his skin as you inched the fabric down his legs. Once you pulled away, seeing his dick spring from the confinement of his boxers made your mouth water.
“Are you scared? Too big?” He grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. “Not scared, nervous and too horny for my own good.” You bit your bottom lip as you stared into his eyes, you loved how he never shied away from you. It was more of you doing it because his eyes were something dangerous, addictive, and intimidating and you only wanted to stare for hours. His thumb stroked your chin while his other hand reached down to grab his cock, wrapping long thick fingers around the base to give it a firm squeeze. He hissed as he felt your tongue swipe against the weeping tip, tasting him. You moaned as you took a little more of him in your mouth only to pull away with a lewd smack, almost like a kiss. “You better be careful, love.”
“I simply don’t want to though.”
He huffed out a little laugh and gave your cheek a light smack. “Promise?”
You smiled. “Pinky promise.”
Simon pulled away from your hold to sit on the couch beside you, not before grabbing you and lifting you back onto his lap like before. This right here was his favorite view and as he saw you grab his cock to guide him into you, he knew that he wanted to leave you in tears after. You deserved this, fuck you deserved it all.
His hands held your hips as he guided you down slowly, allowing you to take him at the pace you wanted. Your tight walls clinging to his cock made him grunt out and with a dull smack, your ass sat comfortably on his thighs. It was like you knew what you were doing and he found that attractive, you were perfect. He leaned in to kiss your neck, running the tip of his nose along your skin as he parted his lips to bite you. It wasn’t hard and wasn’t soft either but it was enough to get a moan out of you. Once you felt comfortable, you held his shoulders and even gave him a squeeze as you lifted your hips and dropped them back down. You kept that slow delicious pace until you needed more, you needed to feel him deeper in you.
“Lean into me love, let me fuck you good...” A heavy palm grabbed the fat of your ass, squeezing it between thick fingers. He lifted your hips and dropped them as you rode him. He filled you up just right, every inch felt deeper with every thrust and you could only cry out in pleasure as you rested your head on top of his. His face against your breasts, he wrapped his left arm around your waist to hold you as your hips rolled against his.
“You’re so big, Si.” You whispered breathlessly.
He grunted roughly. “Yeah?” His lips kissed your jaw and with your eyes shut, he took the opportunity to pull the rest of his mask off. He didn’t know what possessed him to do such a thing but to feel you grip him with a hold that was tight, it felt like more than just a grip of pleasure. It felt like you held him because you didn't want to let him go.
“Yeah. I love it. Love feeling you so deep in me.” You looked down at him. Your hazy eyes stare at Simon completely. His blonde hair was messy from the mask, your eyes could only take so much in as he pushed his hips up to fuck you. Slow and languid thrusts to make you feel everything, you leaned in to press your lips against the scar running along his nose then down to kiss his lips. You couldn’t get enough of him.
“Fuckin’ hell…you’re making such a mess on my cock.” Simon moaned against your lips. “Such a pretty thing you are..” He knew he would do anything to have this again, to feel you squeeze him the way you were, to feel you take him and hear you lose your mind.
It was enough to make you tear up with the way he was talking to you. Knowing that he thought you were pretty and sweet made your body tremble in his hold. “M’ gonna fill you up then make sure to fuck my cum deep inside you, you hear me?”
You breathed out heavily.
For a man who didn’t talk much, he sure had a filthy mouth.
He grabbed one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing it roughly in his palm. Deep grunts and breathless moans spilled from his lips as he watched you bounce on his cock.
“Atta girl…gonna give you a nice big load..” He tilted his head back, watching your face contort with pleasure. To the way, your eyes were shut and eyebrows furrows, down to your lips that were parted. You didn’t know how much more you can take.
As you opened your eyes you were met with his, he was watching you the entire time. His eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks flushed, you felt him grip your hips tighter. You wanted to kiss him so badly. It seemed he wanted the same as he stuck his tongue out and moaned as you pressed yours against his until he had you locked in a deep kiss. Simon kept you still as you both kissed, basking in the feeling of being deep inside you, warming his cock up and squeezing him. Perfect tight cunt just made for him.
Just the way he kissed you made it hard to pull away but as you did, you whispered into the kiss, “Lay down.”
He obliged and didn’t need to ask as he maneuvered you both on the couch until he was able to lay back against the cushions. You gave him another tender kiss before you sat up, laying your hands flat on his chest.
Slowly you started to grind against him, your eyes gazing into his only to shut as you moved a little quicker. The ripple of your hips and ass was hypnotic and he tilted his head back in a deep whine. It took a lot of restraint, and a lot of willpower to keep from fucking you senseless. You wanted a bit of control and he was happy to give it to you, especially with the way you were fucking him.
“God, don’t stop…don’t fuckin stop.” Simon moaned in encouragement.
You trembled above him as you felt your tummy tighten, it was too soon that you were getting close to cumming. You knew you were a mess but Simon found it sexy, seeing the way your skin glistened with sweat, hearing your wet cunt take his cock, and hearing your moans made him blind with lust. Simon gripped you tight, scratched your skin raw, and sunk his nails into your skin until crescent moons were imprinted in your skin. You lowered to press your chest against his, giving yourself enough support to bounce your ass. He took that opportunity to whisper sweet filth in your ear. “You ride me until you cum, you hear me? I want you making a mess, love. I want your cum dripping down to my balls by the time you’re done with me…” You hid your face in his neck, sinking your teeth into his skin as his filthy words drove you to go faster. Your thighs were burning and your body was hot but the delicious feeling of his cock filling you couldn’t stop you. His hands rubbed your body, massaged your muscles, and squeezed the soft fat between his fingers, hooking them in the band of your panties to hold. “There we go..fuck there we go..” You kissed his neck and trailed them up to his jaw, moaning against his skin as he slightly thrust his hips. It started slow but each thrust grew rough, grew deeper and the smack of skin grew louder within the living room. You never stopped your hips, never stopped until your body was breaking down above him.
Simon broke you, he ruined you, and you couldn't form a single thought to save your life as your cunt squeezed his cock. “Simon...I’m so close..” Ecstasy seeped from your body as your sensitive pussy pulsated. Every fiber of your being numb to the pleasure, numb to the feelings of Simon. He didn't stop his own hips, pumping you full of every inch until he was growing close to his own orgasm. “Mmm, fuck.” You cried out as your cum spilled and god did you make a mess, you could practically feel it dripping and he could too, he could feel it slide down to his balls and that alone pushed him to his own edge
He moaned deeply, his cock swelling until thick spurts of his cum filled you up. For a moment, he fucked his cum deep into you, bliss taking over him, sweat dripping down his skin making his messy blonde hair stick to his skin as his thrusts came to a slow stop. You pressed your lips against his cheek and let your lips linger while you both lay there on the couch.
For a moment, you both stayed there trying to catch much-needed air. A small sigh and a rough kiss on your own cheek is what made you laugh a little. You couldn’t believe that you just fucked the guy you’d been touching yourself to for countless nights. It felt unreal. As you sat up to look at him, you winced as you slowly slid off him; an ache permeating between your legs and thighs, you laid back on the couch.
Simon stood up from the couch, bending down to grab his shirt off the ground. He grabbed your ankle to pull you closer to him, carefully just so he could wipe his mess off you. He did the same for himself and pulled his boxers back on then fixed your panties for you. It’s not like you couldn’t do it but seeing Simon do it for you felt intimate.
“I got you.’ Simon mumbled as he lifted you up in his arms, taking you to your bedroom. He kicked the door open and stepped inside. As you both lay in the bed, Simon wasted no time pulling you into him to hug you.
“You’re not going to leave right?” You whispered, making him tense up against you, it was only for a second before he pulled you closer. Hiding his face against you with a deep sigh, your hand rubbed his back gently.
“No, I find myself rather comfortable where I am right now. Keep talkin’.”
“About?” You glanced down at him.
“Tell me when you started liking me.” You could sense a smug in his tone. “Yeah and embarrass me? No thank you, Simon.”
“Why not? Scared I might tease you for it?”
“You just might. You’ve proven to be quite the teaser. Who knows what you might say.”
He nodded his head and moved to lie on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “I’ll tell you somethin’ then you gotta tell me. Deal?” He turned his head to look at you and you turned to look at him, nodding your head slowly. He chose to sit up in his spot and you followed, missing his warmth. Those rough hands of his grabbed your body, tugging you to him so that he could dive his face into the side of your neck.
“I keep your sticky notes on my fridge.” You laughed softly. “Do you really? I thought you would have thrown them away.’
“No, and I do like that song art deco, it grew on me while you were keeping me up.” He pulled away to look at you.
“Simon, that was two things.”
“Yeah, I know. Gives you a reason to really tell me now.” He squeezed your sides. “Well, it’s because you took my food and ate it. That’s not it, hearing you greet me and ask for me to make you certain things really did a number on me.” You gasped as you were thrown on your back.
“Yeah? My voice huh..?” He whispered lowly. Knowing that you had a thing for a voice made things a lot easier for him.
“Mmhm..” You laughed. “Your eyes too. Your lips, your face…fuck everything. If I knew I was keeping you up all night, I would have been louder. Maybe you would have fucked me earlier..”
“Maybe you should have, I like it when you beg.”
“I'll beg all the time if that means I’ll have you, Simon. I’ll beg to have you touch me, I’ll beg to have you kiss me, fuck, I’ll beg while on my knees.”
“Show me then..” He pinched your ass possessively before pulling away. Something in you felt like a rush, like a cloud of warmth had hit you as he stared at you with a cold gaze.
“You got a lot of making up to do, love. Don’t make me wait.”
