Warnings: 18+, explicit smut, oral, squirting, pure filth
Hearing Price growling when barking out orders sends a tingle feeling throughout my body to my core. I swear I think he knows what he does to me. I know he’s my captain, but he seems to take extra time to “train” with me.
His hot breath would be on my neck when he aligns my weapon to the right position. He speaks low and a low growl comes from this man, my breath hitches and my pussy is throbbing. I think he can hear the small moans that slip past my lips. He pulls away, I look up at him and he’s licking his lips. I can’t help but bite my bottom lip, he’s so fucking hot and he knows that anything he does turns me on.
Soap knows that I like our captain, but he knows better not to blab to anyone else about it, bad thing about being the only female on the force. I was standing with Soap and Ghost, I can feel a pair of eyes burning at the back of my head. There’s only one person that looks at me in that way and no one seems to have a clue, Price.
“Y/N I swear he’s undressing you with his eyes, I won’t be surprised that something might happen tonight.” Soap teased me, I can feel heat rushing to my cheeks. Hearing footsteps approaching signals Soap and Ghost leaving me on my own to come face to face with Price.
“I need you to come by my office in a few hours. There’s something I need to discuss with ya, kid.” I can only imagine what he wants to discuss with me. The crash of his boots hitting the ground echoing as he walked away from me. I glanced around the room to find Soap and Ghost in the corner watching me. I went up to them and I heard a soft chuckle from Soap.
“Does someone have a date with the cap?” Even under the mask, I can tell Ghost was smirking. I tried to change the subject and talk about something else. One by one everyone was leaving the room to their bedroom. The next day was going to be pretty busy for everyone.
I started heading towards my room to put my gear up before making my way towards Price’s office. The soft patting of my feet, my heart and pussy pounding with every step. I approached his door and heard soft moans coming from Price. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw the most beautiful scene: Price’s head thrown back, his hand stroking his hard cock. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, all I could do was squeeze my thighs tighter, creating a small friction. I froze in place as I heard my name as he jerked himself off. A small squeak escaped from my lips and I heard items shuffling.
“Y/N is that you?” Price’s gruff voice echoed out, heat rushing to my cheeks, I’ve been caught watching him. I cleared my throat, “ Yeah, I just got here. Can I come in?” My mind was racing, what if there’s still a tent in his pants, would he notice that I know what was going on? I stepped into his office, his desk was cluttered with documents. I wonder if he would clear the desk for me to be bent on it while is dick is in me? Fuck I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but again he was having the same thoughts just seconds before.
“Sir, what did you want to talk to me about? If it’s about the mission, I’m ready to go and I bet the guys are too. I-” He cut me off with his large finger on my lips. It was so hard not to swipe my tongue around his digit and suck. I could smell his precum and cigars on his finger. The mixture creating a warmth in my core, I could feel slick running down my leg, I suppressed a whimper before he pulled away. I watched him sit back down in his chair, his legs spread open, in that position I could see the dent in his pants. He knew I was watching him and he loved the thought of it.
“Come closer, kid.” He motioned me towards him, the flood gates were threatening to open. He patted his leg, wanting me to sit on his lap. I went up to him, straddled his right thigh. I had the feeling to tease him, so as soon as I sat, I grinded on him. A low growl escaped his lips, this urged me on, he could tell I wanted this too.
He kept his hands to his sides, “You know I care about you and the guys, mmh fuck, and I need you guys to be safe because this is a very dangerous mission.” His knuckles were turning white from gripping onto the seat as I kept grinding on him. I don’t know where the burst of confidence came from, but I looked up into his eyes. His blue ones were replaced by dark blue in the form of lust. I leaned in as our lips crashed against each other, his tongue swirling in my mouth, the taste of scotch and cigar made me wetter by the second. I moaned into our kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground myself on his thigh.
He couldn’t take it anymore, his hands were like lightning, one hand was on my hip and the other on my neck, squeezing while we’re making out. The new feeling got to my head, almost felt like I could cum at the new sensation. I could feel him getting harder under me. We stripped each other’s clothes off, only leaving us in our underwear. I stared at his chiseled chest, scars and chest hair peppering his chest, so marvelous. I leaned down and kissed his chest, I got down from his chest to hook my fingers under his boxers. His cock sprung out, the tip red and glistening with precum. It looked so beautiful and delicious. I looked up at him for confirmation, his hand went to my hair to pull me down on him. I kitten licked the tip, collecting precum. The salty taste mixed with cigar and sandalwood fills my mouth. His cock hot and heavy against my tongue, if it was possible, his cock grew harder when he was fully in my mouth. I hollowed out my cheeks as I deepthroated him. I looked up through my eyelashes and his head is thrown back, his hips trying to keep still as he wants to fuck my mouth. I sucked him and massaged his balls, a low growl coming from him as I moaned on his cock.
I pulled out with a pop and a line of drool mixed with cum connecting from my lips to his tip. I can feel my arousal dripping out of my sopping cunt. I straddled his left leg, his thigh tensed at the feel of my pussy clenching and soaking his leg with my juices. I gripped onto his shoulders as I ground myself on him, grinding on his thigh. My leg grazing against his throbbing cock, I shifted to where I was hovering over his dick. I sank down on him, each inch stretching me. The slow burn of each stretch sends a wave of heat to my core.
We both sighed at the feel of each other, I leaned forward, my head on his shoulder. His hot breath in my ear, a deep growl and moan escaped his lips as I started moving my hips onto his. His lips went to my nipples, sucking and biting, at the same time I reached down to rub my clit. He replaced my hand with his, him putting the right amount of pressure as I’m bouncing on his thick hard dick. But I wanted, no needed more. I grabbed his free hand and placed it on my throat, he knew to squeeze at the right points.
“My good little slut, taking her captain’s cock so well, being choked as a whore.” My pussy is purring even more as his dick is hitting the spot, his growls in my ear. All of this felt too much but yet I needed more, Price could tell. Without missing a beat, he gripped onto me and laid me on his desk, my ass on the edge, one leg over his shoulder. If it was any possibility, his dick was even deeper inside me, brushing against my spot. I could see stars as he pounded, my tits bouncing and the desk sliding with each thrust. The coil is fastly approaching, threatening to break.
“Does the little soldier want her captain to explain better of what I want?” All I could do was moan and whine at the thought. He stopped his movements, I whined and glanced at him, giving the puppy eyes. “Do I need to pull out and stop completely and have you go to your cabin, soldier? I asked you a simple question, so I expect you to answer me.” He gave a sharp thrust, I moaned at the feel.
“Yes sir. What does the Captain want from me?” He thrusted his hips into mine, picking up a rough, steady pace. “This is an order, cum on your captain’s cock, soldier.” I screamed when I could feel his cock in my womb, the feeling different but wonderful. Each powerful thrust hit that perfect spot each time, the coil getting tighter and tighter.
“John I- I- mmm fuck yes.” My vision was going blurry, he was chanting my name like it was a spell. “Cum baby girl, cum for daddy, cum for your captain.” It’s the captain’s command, cumming on his dick is what he demands, me cumming is what the captain gets.
My pussy tightens and I see black as my orgasm washes over me. I can feel his cock compulse and his warm seed is coating my walls. It takes a few seconds before I gain my vision again, and I’m so glad it did: Price has his head thrown back, eyebrows furrowed, strings of curses and my name falls from his lips as he comes down from his high. He glances down at me, his eyes back to his light blue, full of pure love. He smirked, “You good there, soldier?” All I could do is grin, there’s an afterglow between us and it’s brighter than ever. We both groaned at the loss of warmth when he pulled out. Both of our releases ran down my legs onto the floor. He grabbed his undershirt and cleaned the both of us. My clit is super sensitive as the fabric goes over my bundles of nerves. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. My eyes went wide when I felt a hot breath on my clit. His tongue licked a stripe from my opening to my clit, tongue swirling the bundle of nerves. My hands went to his hair, pulling him closer to my heat.
The vibrations of his groans and growls send a shock wave to my core. I jumped as he pumped two fingers into my sopping cunt. I can feel my second orgasm creeping over me. I tried to thrust my pussy more into his face, his authoritative side came out, he pushed my hips back down on the desk. “Keep your hips still, doll.” His lips sucking and pulling on my clit at the same pace as his fingers. I could see my juices squirt all over his face, he didn’t pull away until he made sure I was squirming from his grip. He lifted his chin to glance at me, his beard is covered with my juices, dripping down his chest. He stood up and pulled his boxers on, he looked up at me and smirked. Tiredness was hitting me like a truck as I tried to sit up, my head getting light, I felt like I was losing oxygen.
I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. I felt strong soft hands around my waist holding me up. “You good, sweetheart?” The look of concern plastered on his face, he genuinely cares about me. I just put my shirt back on, I’ll just hurry to my room and hopefully the guys don't see me running out of the captain’s office. Before I left, I tiptoed my way to Price’s face, “Can’t wait to hear more about this discussion tomorrow, Captain.” I bit my bottom lip as I gazed into his eyes. I heard a low growl as I turned to walk out of the office. I walked past a room and I heard low voices and a low whistle. I took a step back and heard one of them saying “Fuck yeah, get some Y/N!” The loud boom of laughter and hollering echoed throughout the hall. “Damn it I’m going to really hear it in the morning.” I chuckled to myself, they all will joke about this to both of us, I’m totally okay with that, as long as he’ll have me.
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
• summary – you and price meet up off base. you fuck lol.
• rating – 18+ [mdni]
• wordcount – 4.6k
• warnings – fem!reader, praise kink, breeding kink [i'm being so fr it's in bold], unprotected piv, oral [f!receiving], price is a whore for you <3, strong language
(let me know if i missed any warnings! ok hope you like <3)
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You had been off base for all of four hours.
It was supposed to be a weekend away from your colleagues and the cutthroat environment of a military job. You planned on enjoying a peaceful couple of days with the company of excessive amounts of alcohol, a spa, and that one situationship you had been dealing with for the past year.
So now, before your holiday even begun, you were already regretting even leaving.
You sat in a quaint little bar: complete with all the bells and whistles to make it seem like a 1920’s speakeasy. The light was dim, settling the room in a golden ambiance, as people conversed with each other, nursing crystal tumblers of dark liquor or caressing the thin neck of martini glasses.
You reclined into the plush leather sofa beneath you, a glass of— as the familiar bartender described it— your usual in your hand. You swirled it around your glass, watching the liquid slosh against the sides as your “situationship” rambled on about something (you had stopped paying attention five minutes ago).
“I mean, he drove to work in a Porsche and I drove a Jaguar,” Max downed the rest of his beer. “I think we both know who has the superior taste in cars, don’t we?”
“Mhm…” you hummed, taking a sip of your drink.
Max had never been the most interesting person— hell, he was actually really fucking annoying. His only redeeming quality was that you could fuck him and not feel guilty about leaving the next morning. Convenience, really.
Max peered at you over the rim of his pint glass, cocking his head to the side as he placed it back onto the table. “Something on you mind?” He asked, sounding genuinely worried.
You looked up at him, slightly startled. “Oh, no, sorry. It’s just been a long day—”
“Okay, great, now can I finish my story?”
You blinked at him as he continued, rambling on with no real punchline to his story— he was just trying to make himself seem richer. At this point, you were cringing. Embarrassing.
After a while of putting up with… whatever the hell Max was even talking about, you excused yourself. You popped to the bathroom, drawing out the process of washing your hands by a good five minutes, before reluctantly exiting the bathroom.
You collided with a wall.
Well, it wasn’t a wall. The wall was a man.
The body you crashed into immediately steadied you: two strong arms wrapping around your upper body, pressing you gently to a taut abdomen. You gasped out as the wall, smelling strongly of bergamot orange and whiskey, settled your firmly on your feet and held you within arms reach. Large hands gripped your shoulders, completely enveloping them.
You screwed your eyes shut, waiting for a drunken insult of some kind. “Shit, I am so sorry—!”
“Sergeant?”
You looked up, locking eyes with your captain. Captain John Price, the man responsable for leading your taskforce.
“Captain? I… I am so sorry.” You rambled, taking a step out of his reach and fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt. “I wasn’t looking where I was going—”
He laughed, deep and melodic. “S’all right, love. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
“No, sir.”
“Oh, none of that crap,” he smiled, nudging you softly. “John’s fine. Or Price, if you really prefer it.”
You nodded, hiding a small smile. “Alright, Price.”
Price looked you up and down, taking in your attire and the way you had dolled yourself up. He let a small smile fall onto his lips as he leaned back against the standing-table he was situated at, elbow across it.
“Who’s got you dressed all nice, love?”
You rolled your eyes. “I was meant to be on a date, but it isn’t going well at all.”
His smile faded. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing major,” you said with a shrug. “Just an old… friend. He loves to talk about himself, and he hasn’t asked about what I’ve been up to since I got here.”
“And how long ago was that?”
“Two hours.”
Price let out a low whistle, shaking his head slowly. “Sounds like a right arsehole, that one. Why don’t you just head on home?”
“I’d feel guilty—”
“You kill people for a living, sergeant,” Price quipped, grabbing his whiskey tumbler and raising it to his lips. “I doubt you’d feel guilty about leaving this tosser.”
You watched him take a sip of his drink, licking the liquor off his lips as he placed the tumbler back down. You sighed, realising that he was probably right, before squaring your shoulders and setting a determined look on your face. Price laughed at your expression.
“I’ll tell him I’m leaving.” You said.
Price chuckled, giving you a wink. “You go do that, love.”
You left Price and crossed the bar, to where Max was sitting on the couch, smiling at his phone. He was typing fast, and didn’t even look up when you cleared your throat to get his attention, now standing just a few feet from him.
“I’m leaving,” you said simply. “Thanks for… the company, I guess.”
Max looked up, shutting his phone off and shoving it into his pocket as he got to his feet. “Are we not gonna fuck?”
The words leaving his mouth sounded horrid, and you withheld a grimace at his desperate tone. You shook your head, “No, we’re not.”
He scoffed. “So this has been a complete waste of time, then?”
You stared at him, dumbfounded as he shoved past you and vanished out the door. He left you with the bill and, not only that, but he was your ride— and you heard the unmistakable sound of his Jaguar revving it’s engine and tearing off down the street.
You blinked, dumbfounded, at the door, trying not to let the stinging of embarrassed tears fall from behind your eyes. With a frustrated sigh, you were about to head to the bar and pay when Price stopped you, walking into your path.
“Come on, love. I’ll take you home.”
You shook your head adamantly. “Price, no, I’ve gotta pay—”
“I’ll put it on my tab,” he said simply. “Now, come on. I’ll take you home since that fuckwit wants to leave a lady stranded here.”
He ushered you gently out the door, a large, warm hand on your lower back. He didn’t let you protest: he just simply guided you out into the chilly night air. His body heat was warm against your back as he led you towards his car. His smell was intoxicating. You had the sudden urge to just whirl around and rub yourself all over him, collecting his scent like a cat.
Um, what the fuck— suddenly crossed your mind.
When you both reached his car, he opened the passenger door for you and allowed you to slide into the seat, before closing it and moving to the other side, clambering into the driver seat and slotting the key into the ignition, the car rumbling to life.
Once out onto the main road, he cast you a quick glance, both hands on the wheel, running his thumbs along the seam of the wheel’s curve. “We’re you staying?”
You gave him your address, and he raised a brow. “A penthouse suite, eh? We are clearly not being paid the same.”
You laughed, warm in his car. You smelt that same scent of bergamot citrus and whiskey floating through the car. It was tainted with cigar smoke and mint. You wanted to get the smell tattooed into your fucking brain.
The drive to your flat was comfortable. You talked with Price as though he was an old friend and not your boss. He seemed to enjoy your company, too: sparing subtly glances in your direction whenever you laughed, or whenever you got particularly excited when telling him a story. His eyes twinkled.
A few minutes later, Price had pulled up outside your building, killing the engine and hopping out of the car. You went to protest, but he moved and opened your door, beckoning you outside with a small wave of his hand.
“I’ll be walking you to your door, sergeant,” Price said, almost sternly. “I’m a man of my word. I said I’d take you home, so I will.”
Ignoring the heat in your cheeks, you allowed him to gently lead you across the foyer and into the lift. You hit your floor level and as the doors closed, you suddenly became aware of how close you and Price were to one another. You could feel his body heat. You could feel the gentle brush of his chest against your back every time he breathed.
Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol coursing through your veins, but you suddenly felt hot. Like, underwear getting wet kinda hot. In the corner of the lift, you shifted your legs, pressing your thighs together as the lift travelled upwards.
No way you’re horny right now, you thought as the lift doors opened.
You were quick to depart, hurrying down the hall and reaching your door in record speed, fumbling to get the keys out of your purse. You felt Price sidle up behind you. When you finally got the door open, you pushed it and stepped into the doorway, flicking the light on before turning and looking up at Price.
“Thank you so much for bringing me home,” you said sincerely. “And I am genuinely sorry if I ruined your night.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “You didn’t ruin my night. I’m always here if you need me, love.”
You bit your lip. The way he said that was way to hot for the way you were feeling right now. You could feel the flush creeping up your neck, and it seemed that Price took notice.
He cocked his head to the side, appraising you. “Are you alright, love?” He asked, reaching a hand out and placing it heavily on your arm. It was a solid form that was warm and strong and you had a sudden urge to just bite it.
What the fuck.
“Y-yeah, I’m okay.” You said. Liar.
Price raised a brow, looking at the way you squirmed under his gaze. Now, he wasn’t stupid by any means— he could read your body language like a book and it made a triumphant smile flicker across his face.
He shifted the hand on your arm and dragged it to your chin, gripping it carefully and lifting it, forcing you to look up at him.
“What do you want, love?”
You blinked at him.
He tutted. “Don’t get shy on me now, sergeant. Tell me what you want. What’s getting you all worked up, huh?” He stroked your jaw, your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You like the way I talk to you? You like when I call you love?”
You let out a quiet whimper, nodding. He smiled down at you, leaning in as though he was about to kiss you. But he stopped, mint and whiskey laced breath fanning across your face.
“Use your words when you speak to your captain.”
You swallowed. “Yes.”
“Yes…?”
“Yes, sir.”
He hummed, pleased. “That’s a good girl.” And then pressed his mouth to yours. It was possessive— his tongue breached past your lips, plunging desperately into your mouth as you tried to keep up. You wound your arms around his broad shoulders, sliding fingers into his hair and gripping the strands. He groaned into your mouth, pushing you further into your flat without breaking the kiss.
He slammed the door shut and locked it blindly, opting to move you around and slam your body up against it. He cupped your jaw with one hand, shifting his other to run down your side, brushing over your hip and settling on your upper thigh. He squeezed it as he slid one leg between yours, jutting his knee upwards and pressing it against your clothed core.
You let out a strangled whimper, choking on the possessive nature of the kiss as Price pressed your body against his knee, using the hand at your hip to help you move against it. You stuttered on a moan, breaking the kiss to take some short breaths, the pressure on your core alleviating the building sensations.
“This what you want?” Price grinned against your jawline, placing kisses there. “You want me to make you feel good, love?”
You nodded desperately, moaning out a pathetic “yes, sir,” before he was whirling you around and guiding you deeper into your flat. He eventually found your bedroom, and pushed you onto the bed. Your back hit the silken sheets, and he wasted no time in following you; pressing his body to yours and immediately reattaching his mouth to yours hungrily.
As the two of you kissed, he gently began to pry your clothes from your body. He slipped your shirt off, making quick work in popping off your bra. He moved down, planting kisses along your chest and across the swell of your breasts. He then drew his tongue, hot, over your right nipple before taking it into his mouth. You moaned loudly, huskily, gripping at his hair as he sucked. He moved to your left one, and repeated the process until you were a whimpering, needy mess beneath him.
After a moment, he leaned back and admired the hickeys he had created over your soft skin, running calloused fingers over them.
“This okay, love?”
You nodded, reaching up and looping your fingers around his belt. “Yes, sir.” You whined, finally managing to undo the buckle on his belt.
But he stopped you, gently pushing your hands above your head before he dipped down and kissed you again. The way he licked into your mouth made you squirm, fingers flexing beneath his strong grip. He released your arms, running his hands along the bare skin and all the way past your shoulders, over your breasts and along your sides.
His eyes never left yours as he popped the button on your pants, pulling them down your legs and throwing them across the room. When the cool air of your room hit, you realised just how wet you were— favourite pair of underwear, soaked through. Your face lit up in embarrassment as you felt Price’s eyes drift down your body.
“S’all for me?” Price uttered, finger skimming the edge of your underwear. He hooked his finger beneath it and let it go with a snap against the plush fat of your thigh.
You felt hot all over when you mumbled out a “yeah.”
“Yeah?” He pulled your underwear down your legs, dragging his hands heavily along your skin alongside it. Like your pants, he flicked your underwear across the room. Then, his hands were on your thighs and in the blink of an eye, you were flipped over.
Price lay on his back, arms wrapped around your thighs. You straddled his chest, hands resting on his pecs. Your fingers brushed through his chest hair as he looked up at you, an expectant look on his face. Your stomach flipped.
“Price…” You whined.
“Sit on my face, love.”
You hesitantly shook your head. “I don’t want to hurt—”
“Come on, darling,” Price drawled, tugging you forward. “You won’t hurt me.”
You let out a stuttered sigh as your thighs rested either side of his head, and you slowly sank your aching cunt down onto his face. You huffed out a load moan when he licked a stripe up your folds, before plunging his tongue right into your dripping heat. You snatched at his head, pulling his hair as your hips shifted against him— his nose nudging your clit, his tongue drawing animalistic sounds from your mouth.
“Price—!”
“That’s a good girl,” Price uttered against your core. “Ride my face, love. Take what you need.” He had an iron grip on your thighs, helping you rock yourself against his mouth. “Such a pretty, wet cunt. Tastes so fucking good.”
You moaned at his words. Your captain speaking to you like that with his face drowning in your cunt. What the fuck—
“P-Price…” You breathed. “Gonna… gonna come.”
He moaned against your cunt— the vibrations making that coil in your stomach tighten. He squeezed your thighs, running his tongue up your folds and swirling it around your clit, repeating this action a few times.
You felt yourself drawing tight, a thin sheen of sweat gathering across your bare skin. “Price—”
“I know, darling, I know,” he said. “Come for me. Come in my mouth like a good girl, yeah?”
“Yeah, fuck, Price—!” You came with a moan of his name, gushing into his mouth as your hips stuttered against his face. You felt him groan beneath you, tongue working you through your orgasm.
After a long moment, Price re-surfaced— shifting you carefully onto your back and hovering over you. You smiled hazily at him, seeing his beard slick with you, shiny. He hummed, pressing his mouth to yours.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you, sergeant?” He said into your mouth.
You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue. You hummed a response, too busy stroking his facial hair, feeling your own arousal sticky on your fingers.
When Price pulled back, his lips were flushed and his dark eyes glassy. His eyes scanned your face.
“Price?” Your thumb stroked his cheekbone.
“You gonna let me fuck you?” He grumbled, deep and low from his chest. “Gonna let me fill this pretty cunt?”
Your eyes widened momentarily as he shifted his gaze down your body. You arched off the bed when his hands went back to travelling down your sides. He sat back on his heels, spreading your legs as wide as they could go, warm hands on your inner thighs.
He stared at your dripping core, and you watched him harden even more in his pants.
“Such a pretty cunt, eh, darling?” Price ran two fingers along your folds, collecting a shiny mix of your arousal and his saliva. He brought his fingers to your mouth and shoved them roughly passed your lips. “Tastes fucking heavenly, too.”
You choked on his fingers, moaning. Wrapping your tongue around them, you noticed his pupils dilate even more as he watched you.
“Jesus…” He pulled his fingers out, then began tracing them along your core again. He watched his fingertips slip between your folds, and then watched the way you writhed in anticipation each time his fingers skimmed your aching hole.
“Fuck, just— Price, please—” You warbled, body hot. You could feel your arousal leaking out of you, pooling below your arse on the bedsheets.
Price laughed lowly, before sinking two fingers into your desperate cunt, right up to the knuckle. You keened, a high-pitched moan filtering between your lips at the intrusion. His digits were thick, dragging against your gummy walls, stretching you open with obscene squelching noises.
He cooed at you as he added a third finger. “Take it, darling. Such a good girl taking all three, aren’t you? This pretty cunt’s so good for me. Just for me.”
You moaned and wiggled against the bed as he pumped three fingers inside you. You felt full, satiated. Your slick was dripping down his hand, his wrist and sliding into the hairs along his forearms.
“Making such a mess, and I haven’t even given you my cock yet…” Price drawled as you fluttered around his fingers, hips bucking.
“Price, sir, need you to fuck me.”
He didn’t relent the movements of his fingers, and you felt your second orgasm building strongly within you. He tutted, clucking his tongue as he thrusted his fingers into you. “Want you to come on my fingers first. You can do that, can’t you, love? Come all over my fingers before you can come on my cock.”
You whined, forcing yourself to nod and nod and nod as your orgasm towered over you, looming like a shadow. “F-fuck, m’gonna—”
The words died on your tongue as your orgasm ripped through you, a blinding pressure released from your abdomen. A wet gush of arousal flooded beneath you, and you felt it. As you shook, legs trembling, chest heaving, you heard Price chuckling to himself as he retracted his dripping fingers.
“Such a messy girl,” he mused. “Look what you’ve done.”
You used your remaining strength to look down at where he was— his shirt splattered with your arousal, wet dripping onto his lap. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Price prevented you from shying away. He dragged himself up your body and placed kisses as he went— ending his exploration by settling a deep kiss to your mouth.
“You gonna let me fuck you now? You deserve it, don’t you? Been such a good girl for me, letting me eat that pretty cunt.”
Such lewd words coming from your captain’s mouth— a man of such impressive status and honourability— was slightly disconcerting. However, you couldn’t find into yourself to care, nor think about the HR nightmare the two of you were in the midst of causing.
All you were focussing on was ripping open your tear-lined eyes and watching as the captain— your captain— shed himself of his dress shirt and then his pants. When he pulled down his boxers, you literally tossed your head back and moaned, much to the amusement of Price— who chuckled lowly at you, gripping his cock at the base.
“Want it that bad, darling?” He mused, leaning forward to run the head of his cock up and down your glistening folds.
“Yes, fuck—!”
“Ask nicely,” Price placed a couple of soft kisses along the underside of your jaw. “Good girl’s ask nicely, don’t they?”
You whined out some pathetic excuse for a please, lifting your arms to thread your fingers into his hair as he hovered over you. His body was heavy against you: the weight of his cock firm against the soft skin of your inner thigh.
Price lined himself up with your dripping cunt, slowly pushing in. He released a low groan from the depths of his chest as his cock slid into your tight heat, your cunt fluttering around him. You joined him, breathing out panting moans as he sunk deeper and deeper.
With one final push, Price’s cockhead was nestled up against the plug of your womb, pulsing within you. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily.
“You feel… Jesus Christ— you feel so good, love. So tight around me,” his voice had a whiny undertone. “Can I move, darling?”
You nodded, full. It’s like you could feel him in your chest.
With a deep grunt, Price dragged his cock all the way out until the wet tip of him rested at your entrance— before he pushed back in roughly. You jolted, moaning as he set a pace that you hadn’t at all been expecting. You felt the need to be stabilised, your hands groping across his shoulders, down his back, along his arms. Your hands travelled down his torso, feeling the rigid planes of muscle and wiry hair.
Price panted in your ear. “Such a— fuck— such a good girl. Being such a good girl for your captain, darling. Making me— hngh— making me so proud.”
Your stomach and cunt fluttered simultaneously at the praise, eliciting a moan from both you and Price. He was truly fucking you into your bed: the mattress creaking along with the bed frame; the cushioned headboard knocking gently against the wall. Somewhere across your apartment, your radio was playing— you’d left it on before you left for the evening— and Breed by Nirvana was playing. Fitting for the occasion, considering—
“Fuck, gonna come in this tight fucking cunt,” Price groaned. “Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna stuff you full ‘o me.”
You writhed beneath him, back arching off the bed and aching nipples brushing against his chest. You were getting close, judging by the way that familial coil was tightening in the depths of your belly. Tighter and tighter as he fucked his fat cock harder and harder into you, deeper and deeper against your cervix.
A thin sheen of sweat lay across your skin, glowing. Price didn’t care, clearly, as he peppered kisses across your chest, sucking bites onto the base of your neck as he rutted into you, hips slamming against yours. You felt one of his large, warm hands slide from your waist and across your pelvis, settling a finger on your sensitive clit.
You whined, and he shushed your gently. “Take it, darling, take it. I know you can… come on.”
Price rubbed tight circles against the bundle of nerves as he fucked you, hitting that same spot within you that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids and whimpering his name repeatedly.
It only took a couple of seconds for you to reach your peak.
“Price, m’gonna come,” you gasped, trembling and snapping your eyes open. “Please, sir—!”
He groaned, gruff and pleasure-strained. “That’s a good girl, darling. ‘Course you can come. Come all over my fucking cock and show me how much of a good girl you are for your captain.”
Yeah, that was it.
You came, for lack of better words, violently. You legs shook, knees trembling as you arched your back off the mattress. Your body pressed tight to Price’s, his cock angling deeper as he fucked you through your post-orgasmic haze. Your breaths came in pants, face flushed and clit throbbing.
Price meanwhile was nearing his peak as well. He was fucking you into your silken sheets like a scene out of some kind of porno— large hands gripping at your waist, your thighs; eyes travelling hungrily down your body to where his cock repeatedly entered your tight hole. His cock was completely slick with you, his pelvis and lower stomach splashed and glimmering with your arousal.
“Gonna fill you up so good,” Price groaned, eyelids fluttering for a moment. “Come so deep in this cunt you’ll feel me for weeks— ruin you for any other man, eh, love? That fuckwit from the bar has nothing on me.”
You didn’t even have the energy to moan like you really fucking wanted too. Everything he was saying was going straight to your aching cunt, and it was probably sending you to an early ovulation. You felt like you craved him.
Price suddenly grabbed your hand, bringing it downwards to where his cock slammed into you. He pushed your fingers around your hole so that you could feel where his fat cock entered you over and over again. You moaned at the feeling, just as Price knocked your hand aside and folded you in half— pressing your legs up against your chest. A mating press.
He was huffing now, drawing near his climax as another one built within you.
“One more time for me, love.” He said and Jesus Christ you didn’t need to be told again.
Another orgasm overtook you before you knew it was there: drowning you and leaving you gasping as you gushed around him, hands gripping the back of his neck for support. You sighed out his name, airy and exhausted, as his thrusts began to lose rhythm.
“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he uttered. “So good for me. Now ‘m gonna fill this cunt so good— shit— fucking breed you nice and full. Might take, eh, love? You’d love that wouldn’t you? Love being all nice and fat with my kid, and I’d fuck you whenever you wanted— hngh, Jesus— give this needy cunt my cock whenever you wanted.”
These words were coming out of your captain’s mouth… Soap is never going to believe you.
Price let out a low, almost whimper of a sound as he thrusted sloppily a couple more times. “Take it, darling, fuck. Take my come. Fucking take it like my good girl. So proud of you.”
He came with a shudder and a deep groan: warmth flooding your insides and splashing deep into your cervix— helpful thanks to the fact you could feel him in your guts.
The both of you breathed heavily in tandem until his cock softened inside you and he pulled out carefully. His come oozed out of your hole, and he shoved it back inside with two fingers.
Price cleared his throat. “I’m gonna have to do a lot of paperwork to get us out of whatever mess we’ve just put ourselves in.”
You sighed. “Let’s not talk about work when you’re knuckle deep in my pussy.”
Price stopped talking, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips.
I’m back with another thirsty fic with this fine ass man. I swear his wife is so damn lucky. As always this is Warning 18+ smut, choking, masturbation, p in v, older man/younger woman, cockwarming, just pure filth
I was walking past Price’s door heading towards my room, and I heard a moan coming from Price’s room. I paused in my tracks. Everyone was in bed and I only stayed up to get some paperwork done, I thought John went to bed as well. I got closer to the door, the moans getting louder, I even heard my name coming from him. Was he touching himself thinking of me? There’s no way.
Even though I was the only woman on the force, all the guys treated me like one of them, except for Price. He treated me like his own daughter, but I felt different than a daughter figure. There was lust that I felt for him, but I knew it would never happen, or so what I thought.
Hearing his moans brought me out of my thoughts. Heat pooling to my core, I squeezed my thighs tight, trying to gain some friction. I leaned against the door too much where the door moved. There was shuffling and he cleared his throat. “Hello, is anyone out there?” Heat was rising to my cheeks, I almost got caught, hearing him masturbating to me. I ran down the hall towards my room, didn’t mean to slam it shut. Putting my stuff on the desk by my bed, I decided to get my ahem toys out. The sound of his moans keeps replaying in my head. The captain, out of all people, thinks about me in that way. I could see it in Ghost, Soap, or even in Gaz. I gotta admit, they are all hot, but my feelings were more towards John.
I stripped down and got into a comfortable position, my legs spread open, my tits out, and a vibrator turned on. I squeezed my tits while I played with my clit with the vibrator. The thought of seeing Price’s hard cock gets me wetter. I pushed my hips up into the vibrator, finding a steady pace. I could feel the tension building, the coil threatening to burst. I was close as soft moans and whimpers were spilling from my mouth. A knock startled me and the tension was gone. I turned off the vibrator and put on some sleeping shorts with a tank top.
I opened the door and my eyes went wide with fear, yet still aroused on what my eyes laid upon: John in a tank top with sweats, I could see a dent, my eyes not looking away at his bulge. “See what you like there darling?” I could hear the smirk in the question. Heat pulling to my pussy again, I could feel my cheeks turn red from embarrassment after getting caught looking at the bulge. I tore my eyes away and looked in his eyes. His pretty blue eyes are gone with full blown lustful dark pupils. I tried to speak but it felt like something was in my throat, only a small whimper came out. He stalked in like a predator watching his prey before striking for the kill. I walked backwards with each step I took, he stepped forward. I heard the door slam shut as the back of my legs hit the side of my bed.
“You were the one that heard me moan your name, weren’t you, love?” The tent grew bigger to the point I could tell it was unbearable. He caressed my cheek, the feel of his calloused hand on my skin created goosebumps and a soft moan escaped my lips. He chuckled, the sound sending more heat to my core. “Oh what’s the matter? To horny to smart mouth me like you always do?” He pushed me down, I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the tank top on his chest. One hand came to my side, more goosebumps were created on my arms and my legs, the feeling of his touch leaving a trail of heat, like a warm sensation. His lips found my neck, licking and sucking the flesh. All I could do was moan at the feeling of the man I’ve been dreaming about attacking me with his lips. The burn of his beard enlightens the feeling. As an instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel the weight of his dick on my stomach. His lips crashed against mine, lips moving as we’re starving for each other’s touch. He pushed his pants off and was pushing mine down, kicking them somewhere else. He broke the kiss to pull my shirt off, instantly latching onto one of my nipples while his hand was kneading the other. His other hand is on my clit, rubbing harshly. I arched my back and bucked my hips up into his hand. The coil building and I can feel it ready to snap.
“John, please, I-I need you. Fuck me please.” The sounds I made seemed like I was desperate and I was. My body craves for his thick fat cock inside me. He pulled away to position himself at my entrance. He looked at me with soft eyes, asking to continue. I arched my back to reassure him. His hands were on my hips to keep me steady, he pushed himself inch by inch, stretching me out. His cock deep inside me, filling me up, I could cum at the feeling. We both sighed at the feeling, my walls squeezing him. He pulled out slowly before plunging in harshly, making my tits bounce. He groaned at the sight, throwing his head back before thrusting back into me. With each assault to my aching cunt, my tits bouncing, he grabbed one and squeezed. My legs are wrapped around his waist and my hands are gripping the sheets. His hand that was on my breast went to my neck, squeezing , letting little air flow into my lungs, causing my eyes to clamp shut at the new sensation.
“Faster, pl-please , baby.” At that he picked up the pace, causing him to squeeze tighter around my throat. The echo of his balls slapping against my ass fills the room. Fog clouding my mind, my orgasm creeping closer, it almost felt too much. “I-I’m co-” before I could finish my sentence my orgasm hit me like a freight train, my wall closing on him, his hips faltering, his orgasm getting closer. With a few harsh thrusts, I felt thick warm ropes of cum coat my insides, the feeling making me moan and a small orgasm ripping through me, almost a blackout. His movements stilled as more ropes of cum were painting my insides.
Without pulling out, he flipped us over to where I was on top. The warmth of his now softened cock still inside me was something I didn’t want to be gone. Tiredness washed over me as I lay my head on his chest and all my weight was on him, the thumping of his heartbeat was like music to my ears. I looked up at him, the softness and love in his eyes returned to normal as he looked down at me, leaning down to capture my lips in his, the kiss of passion and love, like it was meant to be. I felt his arms stretch to get the blanket on the bed to cover the both of us. Laying my head back on his chest, closing my eyes, I barely heard him saying, “I love you, doll. I always have and always will.” My heart and my insides full is the best feeling I’ve ever felt. I was too tired to respond to him, only able to give a quick peck on his chest before tiredness pulled me into a deep sleep. Shit, the guys probably heard us, we won’t get a break from this.
I’m going to be doing some with Ghost and Soap in the future, let me know if you want to be in the taglist or request a fic
Warnings: smut; dom!price; top!price; kinda an illicit relationship (??); age gap (still legal and consenting tho); AU world; oral sex (female receiving); outside sex; praise kink (??); penetrative sex
Summary: Being the daughter of the prime minister doesn't always come with privileges - especially after a terrorist organization publicly declares its intention of taking the lives of your family because of your father's decisions. The situation gets even worse when you have to deal with a bodyguard who is anything but pleasant to be around.
A/N: This is basically an AU - the premise is that Captain Price is an ex-SAS soldier who retired and became a bodyguard instead of creating TF 141. This is way longer than I expected it to be so hope you'll enjoy it all!
I tried a new writing style so let me know what you think about it!
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How would he feel between your legs? Was he a man who took pride in his skillful use of his tongue, or was he someone who was eager to get his cock wet?
The hand that was still holding you firmly against the tree trunk moved to your thigh, squeezing it reassuringly before he replaced his tongue with his fingers, lips moving upwards to eagerly lap on your painfully aching clit.
He brought you to a place of exquisite bliss. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you in a cocoon of passion. You were lost in the moment, at this moment, and nothing else mattered.
The thing about having a permanent, over 180 centimeters-tall shadow is that it was not entirely familiar to you and made you feel peculiar. People would look twice when they saw you and him.
Price, as you'd come to address him, wasn't particularly fond of you either. He knew this line of work would mean meeting a variety of new people on a regular basis. What he didn't sign up for was, in his words, "babysitting a crude birdie who happened to be potty trained just yesterday".
There was no love-hate relationship nor any need for it; John was there purely as your protector, a man hired to guard your body and for the right remuneration, he was willing to do just about anything to make sure you were kept safe.
His presence awakened a feeling of safety within you. Despite his at-times harsh behavior, he always seemed to take care of you just the way you needed.
Sitting at your kitchen island, you looked at your dad in disbelief, feeling a sense of hopelessness but still clinging to a small thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could somehow change his mind. You had a pretty clear idea of what the outcome of this conversation would be before you even asked him, but the faintest spark of hope kept you from giving up.
"Dad, you can't possibly be serious about this," you groaned at the laptop screen, watching with exasperation as he exhaled heavily and slowly straightened his back.
"Darling," his voice was calm, a little raspy from his long day at work, "it isn't safe for you and you know it."
"But everyone is going there. My whole class is gonna be there. It's literally in the middle of the woods, do you seriously believe that some terrorists are about to attack me there? It's been weeks since that letter and nothing happened, it might even be a hoax."
Unfortunately, your complaints were not taken into consideration as you stared at your father with pleading eyes.
"I'm not going to repeat myself. This is my final decision and you are not permitted to go."
"Didn't you say that I should enjoy my university life to the fullest? Because in the last few weeks, the only places I've been to are my flat and classes. And this bloke," you pointed at Price, who was until this moment casually leaning against the counter with a cuppa in his hands, "is staring at my back 24/7".
Price, clad in a simple grey shirt tucked into his dress pants, raised an eyebrow and glanced at you, taking in the situation with a slow and calming breath. He paused for a moment before taking a sip of his tea, allowing the warmth of the liquid to soothe his nerves.
"You're right," your father gave a knowing nod before his eyes shifted away from you, "John?"
"Yes, sir," Price answered, his voice low and questioning. He put the cup on the kitchen island and made his way closer to face his boss, his strides slow yet confident. One arm was carelessly draped over the back of your chair while the other came to rest on the kitchen island for support. The faint smell of cigars and sandalwood, so specifically his, filled the air and indulged your senses as you felt his arm brush your shoulder. A sudden wave of warmth and comfort washed over you as you realized just how close he was.
Having been mere centimeters away from you, you looked up into his face, his freshly trimmed and styled beard looking so incredibly soft. You always wanted to sneak a touch to find out if it was as soft as it appeared or if he was one of those men with a beard full of harsh and prickly hairs.
How would he feel between your legs? Was he a man who took pride in his skillful use of his tongue, or was he someone who was eager to get his cock wet? Most of your past partners weren't particularly enthusiastic about performing oral sex on you...you blamed it on the fact that they were young. You had heard from your friend that older men were usually more traditional and preferred to be more generous with their tongues. You couldn't help but question - was Price one of those gentlemen?
Hearing your name fall from John's lips made you realize just how tightly you had clenched your thighs together, face dangerously close to the crook of his neck.
It's just hormones, just a surge of estrogen and progesterone that want me to breed, you shook your head in a desperate attempt to clear your befouled mind.
"You're staying in your bedroom tonight," your father said, "John will make sure you don't leave your room."
Sucking in your dry lips, you remained silent for a moment, your mind spinning with forbidden fantasies, the kind that left you feeling guilty and excited all at once.
"John, just make sure my daughter won't leave. I have a feeling she will be a troublemaker."
"I can handle a troublemaker, sir," your bodyguard said as you tried your best not to show any sigh of annoyance out of respect for your father.
"Good to know. Have a good night you two," with those words, the screen went completely black.
"Love you too, dad," you mumbled as you turned around, slipping under John's inviting arm and taking your keys.
"Where do you think you're going, birdie," John stepped slowly around the kitchen island, his eyes never leaving your figure. His arms were crossed over his chest as if to challenge you to a battle of wills.
"Going to the party," you mirrored his stance, "look, Price," taking a step closer and unfolding your arm, you stared into his eyes, "I am well aware that you are doing this for the pay grade. You don't really care about me but c'mon, you were young once too, I bet. Don't tell me you've never been to a party. I mean, we all have a right to have some fun, don't you think? If a party is what it takes to make this job easier, then why not? We all deserve to take a break once in a while, and I don't think it will hurt anyone if I just go and have some fun."
"My personal life is none of your bloody business," Price growled as he snatched the keys from your grasp.
"Now go to your room," he ordered, "and don't make me drag you there again."
"Unbelievable, Price, just unbelievable," you groaned in frustration and stomped your way to the bedroom, practically slamming the doors in anger to make it perfectly clear to Price just how irritated he had made you.
You laid down on the bed and listened to the sound of Price starting the shower. An idea popped in your head as you walked to the doors and tried to open them but they were locked.
You let out a loud, angry scream as you punched the doors a few times with all your might, your rage beginning to build up inside. He had really locked you in there.
Your hand throbbed from the constant pummeling it had taken as you slumped against the door, alone. Everyone else was at the party, enjoying their drinks, but here you were once more, cooped up in your flat with Price, unable to partake.
As you sat there, your chin resting on your knees, your gaze gradually shifted to the window. That should work.
“Screw you, John Price.”
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The bonfire danced before you as you stared into its flames, the taste of cheap alcohol lingering in your mouth bitterly, a reminder of the good whiskey, brand unknown, that Price kept in one of the cupboards, out of your reach - or so he thought. You remembered the feeling of that whiskey and how it filled you with warmth and a sense of contentment, something that this cheap alcohol could never give you.
The first time you chanced upon the bottle of scotch tucked away in the back of your cupboard was quite accidental. You suspected Price of being a drinker but had never actually seen him with a glass of liquor in his hand. However, while you were on the hunt for some sweets to satisfy your craving, you stumbled upon the half-empty bottle of scotch. Naturally, you couldn't resist pouring yourself a glass every now and then, and were certain Price had noticed you drinking it, yet he chose not to bring it up for some reason.
You wondered what he was doing, something you hadn't done before. This was the first time since you had met that you were without your shadow. It made you feel strangely uncomfortable, knowing his presence was missing and the sense of comfort he had brought you was gone, replaced by uncertainty. Something you had once found strange and unexpected in your life, but now had become a part of it, something you had grown fond of.
What will he do once he finds out the truth? Once he realizes you are gone? Your wandering thoughts made you check your phone absent-mindedly.
No missed calls, no unread messages.
"Do you think if we say his name three times, he will show up," your friend suggested, "like Bloody Mary?"
"Don't even joke about that," you let out a chuckle, sipping on your drink.
"John Price," another girl sitting by your side said, throwing her arm around you with a warm and friendly embrace.
"John Price," she repeated his name with a wide grin.
Something inside you shifted, a deep-seated emotion expanding and stretching through your chest like a tightly wound elastic band being slowly lengthened. Hearing your bodyguard's name coming from her mouth filled your body with a feeling you couldn't even begin to put into words. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watched her repeat his name for the third time, the emotion in your chest slowly stretching and winding its way through your body.
A body squeezed itself between you and your girl friend. With a slight jump of your heart, you quickly glanced over to see the face of a boy you recognized from your classes, but one whom you had no idea who he was. He was someone you saw on a regular basis but had never spoken to.
"Hi there, ladies."
The moment his lips opened, you could smell the sharp, pungent scent of alcohol emanating from his mouth. You crinkled your nose in disgust, feeling his hand on the lower part of your back, like a vice-grip, as if attempting to keep you from running away from the situation, "How are we tonight? Are we having a good time?"
"Not anymore," your friend said standing up, "gonna grab us more drinks, be right back."
As you were left alone there, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, the desire to leave grew stronger as his hand kept lowering further down your back.
"Wanna go for a walk?" his lips brushed your ear as his hand rested on your bare thigh, the skirt feeling far too short as his fingers trailed their way up your leg.
"Not really, no," you choked out, putting your hand on his to stop his assault on your thigh.
"C'mon, just a fifteen-minute walk's all we need," he smiled, and in any other situation, you would have felt drawn to him, maybe even thought he was cute, but right now, all you wanted was to be invisible, to disappear and not draw any attention to yourself.
"I believe the lady said no," a firm voice declared with a commanding presence. A dark figure appeared before you, indulging you in his shadow as he stood with his back towards the bonfire.
"Bloody Mary," you exhaled, the tightness in your chest slowly dissipating as you stared into Price's eyes. He avoided making eye contact with you, instead focusing his gaze on the boy, who instinctively tensed up and shifted away from you in reaction.
Normally, his presence would fill you with annoyance, possibly ruining your perfect day, but now all you wanted to do was run into his embrace and feel the security of his arms around you.
The boy left without a fight, leaving an eerie stillness in his wake. You felt Price's eyes on you, and the silence seemed to stretch on forever. You could almost feel the tension in the air, and you had to resist the urge to break it. No matter how hard you tried, the quiet lingered, making the moment even more agonizing.
He extended his arm, offering you a hand to hoist you up from the grass, which you took gladly. His fingers squeezed yours and you felt like a tiny child again, overwhelmed by the size of his hand compared to yours. His warm grip was like a reminder of the safe comfort you felt when you held your father's hand as a child.
"You didn't have to come," you uttered the words silently, in the belief that your words wouldn't reach his ears, as he took your hand and led you away through the drunken crowd and into the silent depths of the woods, but he did indeed hear your words, despite the chaos around him.
"So, you're telling me that you want me to leave you here, all by yourself," he questioned as you ventured into the forest towards the spot where the parking lot was located, where his car was parked.
"No," you answered far too quickly, your cheeks becoming flushed with embarrassment. However, out of all the possible outcomes of your response, his genuine chuckle was something you had never expected in a million years. It was a sound that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, anything was possible.
Tugging at his hand, still clasped firmly in yours, both of you came to a stop in the middle of the moonlit darkness. His face was illuminated in the faint light, allowing you to see his features clearly.
"So you're not angry with me?"
"Oh, I'm bloody furious, birdie," he stated as you let go of his hand, heart pounding as you watched his eerily relaxed face, "you could've been in serious danger."
"No terrorists showed up," you replied, stepping towards him.
"That boy wasn't a terrorist but still a danger to you," Price stood resolutely, never once averting his gaze from yours, "my job is to protect you from any potential danger, to guard your body with everything I have. And I take my job fuckin' seriously."
With every word he said, heat raised in your body, the feeling spreading through your limbs like wildfire. You felt like you were melting into the moment, desire growing with each passing second. His voice was like a velvet caress, sending shivers down your spine as he spoke. You felt yourself leaning closer, wanting to be enveloped in his embrace.
His eyes, so deep yet light and warm, seemed to peer into your soul as he finished his sentence. You could feel the intensity that radiated from him. The longer you looked at him, the more alive he seemed to become, the more you felt a connection to him that seemed to defy all logic. You wondered what it would be like to touch those cheekbones, to trace the lines of his beard, feel the softness of his lips on yours.
The next thing you knew, your lips were tenderly pressed against his. Lasting only a second, you pulled away before Price managed to react.
I'm sorry," you whispered, your cheeks feeling as if they were on fire.
"You're drunk," he mumbled.
"Not enough to not remember this tomorrow," you replied promptly.
A moment of silence indulged both of you like an invisible force, slowly drawing you closer. You both felt a connection that could not be denied, and the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of your beating hearts.
He looked into your eyes, his own reflecting the passion you felt inside. His hands moved to cradle your face, and his lips met yours again. This time, he took control of the kiss. His lips moved against yours, exploring, tasting and savoring each moment. His hands moved to the small of your back, drawing you closer and deepening the connection between the two of you.
The kiss was passionate, intense, and unlike anything you'd ever felt before. You could feel the emotion radiating between you, swelling in the air like a tangible force.
He kissed you deeply, his beard scratching your upper lip as he sucked your lower lip between his. It was soft after all, well taken for. You felt your back press against the rough surface of a tree trunk, and his hands caressing your body, only fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach.
Hoisting one leg on his hip, you felt his bulge pressing against your crotch, right where you desired him the most, igniting a passionate heat between your bodies.
"Price," you moaned as he grounded his hips into yours.
"It's John," he mumbled between the kisses, the delightful roughness of his beard making its path down your throat.
Your head fell back, feeling the coarse bark of the tree behind you. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze rush past you. Pressing your chest into John's, his hand moved from your knee to your inner thigh, squeezing it harshly as if he was trying to make his presence known...as if he was making sure this wasn't just a dream.
A desperate moan escaped your throat as his palm pressed against your core, feeling your wetness as his palm pressed against your throbbing clit. His other hand slowly moved on your body, tracing your curves as he reached your chest. His fingers found your breasts, squeezing them over your shirt and sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
John's lips connected with yours once again. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting and teasing you with each movement while his hand palmed you through your panties. You felt yourself growing closer to the edge already, releasing months of pent-up desire.
"Gonna have a taste," John groaned loudly as you ground your crotch against his palm shamelessly, "you comfortable with going higher?"
"What?" you exhaled slowly, your brows furrowing in confusion.
Without warning, his hands suddenly grabbed your hips and he took a step back, almost as if he had planned it. Your legs automatically locked around his head as he hefted you onto his shoulders, his arms outstretched to secure you in the position he desired.
You squealed and tightly gripped his hair as the first thing that came under your palm. You looked down, meeting John's eyes in the moonlight as he stared up at you with an amused and indulgent smile. This was actually the first time you’d seen him smile so much, radiating a warmth that was quite unfamiliar.
"You find this amusing?" you chuckle heartily.
“Well, you should see your face, love,” he looked at you, his hands tight around your thighs.
"Why did you even do it?" your hands gradually released their firm grasp on his hair as you steadied yourself against the tree so as to avoid falling.
"So I can do this," John answered and broke the eye contact, hooking your skirt on your hips.
His presence enveloped you and you could feel his breath on your aroused body. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as he gently caressed your inner thighs, kissing the inside of your thighs, feeling the delightful scratch of his beard between your legs. Not wasting a second, he moved your soaked panties to the side and pressed his tongue flat against your core, melting you into him as his tongue circled your clit before sucking it in.
Moans of pleasure escaped your open lips as you let your bodyguard devour you like a man starved, his tongue thrusting inside you deeper than you could have ever imagined as his hands moved to knead the soft flesh of your breast hidden underneath your bra.
"Fuck, I approve of this," feeling the overwhelming ecstasy fill your body, you did everything you could to remain balanced enough not to fall even though you were certain John wouldn't allow that to happen.
"I knew you'd taste like bloody heaven," he murmured as the sound of John lapping on your wetness blatantly filled the quiet night.
Anyone could be walking in your direction any time on their way to the parking lot and see the shocking, scandalous image of the prime minister's daughter getting her pussy eaten like a five-star gourmet meal by her own personal bodyguard, whose head was currently buried deep between her legs.
The hand that was still holding you firmly against the tree trunk moved to your thigh, squeezing it reassuringly before he replaced his tongue with his fingers, lips moving upwards to eagerly lap on your painfully aching clit.
"Keep goin'" you moaned in blissful euphoria, desperately pushing your hips into his face and locking his head between your legs as if you were afraid he was about to escape from you.
He groaned into your clit, sending vibrations straight to your core, only adding more pleasure to your already overheating body. His fingers plunged into you at a merciless speed, curling slightly upwards to search for that one spot he was determined to locate. A delightful knot tightened into your stomach as John brought you to the brink of ecstasy, and with one final thrust of his calloused fingers, you were swept away in a sea of unimaginable pleasure.
He kissed you on the clit one last time before pulling away and descending you down to the ground again with expertise while you were still drunk in his fingers, legs buckling before finding your footing again.
"John," you exhaled, flushed with desire as your hand extended to his painfully hard erection, still hidden underneath the dress pants he was wearing. He gripped your wrist, stopping your actions. Your eyes lost themselves in his, seeing how fueled by desire this man was, while John traced his fingers along your lips, painting them with your own juices before pushing them inside, watching as you sucked at his fingers, feeling the swirling of your tongue making him groan.
"Knew you'd be a good girl for me," he watched you clean his fingers for a brief moment before pressing his lips to yours.
"Do you want me," he asked between the kisses, his voice full of longing and passion.
"Yes," you replied instantly, hands finally sneaking to his pants as you brought him closer to your body, indulging yourself in his presence, in his sandalwood smell as you fumbled with his belt and zipper before palming his erection while keeping your lips locked together.
His breathing became labored as his hips started to thrust against your hand, making you smile as you felt his pleasure. You kept up the rhythm, your hand moving alongside the outline of his cock and sneaking into his underwear, spreading his leaking precum to lubricate his head. John groaned in pleasure as you took your time, exploring and teasing him until he could take no more.
"Condoms?" his breath fanned over your face as his eyes met yours.
"IUD," you kissed the corner of his mouth while he rutted against your palm. His breath came in short, shallow bursts as your touch electrified his body and sent waves of pleasure radiating through him.
Taking off your panties, your legs wrapped around his waist, locking at your ankles as you watched John stuff your underwear in his pocket. You angled your hips to meet his eager cock, pressing your body firmly against his as you kissed the side of his neck. His hands moved to take off your shirt, exposing your burning skin to the cold air and causing goosebumps to raise on your soft flesh. Your bra didn't last too long after that, and you were soon left wearing only your skirt, hooked around your hips. John's lips latched onto your nipples as he pushed his pants down, the head of his cock nudging your entrance and making you gasp softly as you were filled with anticipation.
His tongue circled your erected nipple as he pushed his cock inside you. Arching your back, you pushed your chest into his face. His hand sneaked between you and the tree trunk, fingertips tracing the natural curve of your spine.
"Fuck, love, the things you do to me," John said as he licked at your skin before blowing cold air onto the wet spots, elaborating on your ecstasy while thrusting slowly but deep inside your gummy walls, building up his pace steadily.
He brought you to a place of exquisite bliss. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you in a cocoon of passion. You were lost in the moment, at this moment, and nothing else mattered.
"Oh my God," your legs quivered as John continued his lustful assault on your chest, leaving you marked and radiating with blissful pleasure.
It didn't take very long for you to whisper the word "Faster" into his ear, and he happily obliged, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. John's hips rocked rhythmically against yours as he found the perfect spot inside you that sent waves of pleasure surging through your entire body.
The shameful sound of skin slapping skin, and your wetness being filled with someone's cock, reverberated in your ears. John's hand made its way to your throat, his thumb caressing the front of it before he squeezed your jawline, bringing your face toward his for another kiss. His thrusts became more violent, and you could feel your walls squeezing him delightfully with each rough plunge.
“M’close,” you murmured softly into the kiss, feeling your back heat up as the rough bark of the tree pressed against it, the scratching and pain intensifying the pleasure that was coursing through you.
“C'mon, want you to cum around my cock,” he whispered against your lips, his thumb caressing your jaw as his other hand moved from your thigh to your throbbing clit, teasing and tantalizing the sensitive bud to bring you to the edge of pleasure.
You turned your head, your mouth enveloping his thumb as you began to suck and swirl your tongue around its tip. When your eyes locked with his, his body shuddered in response and he felt the pleasure of the moment coursing through his veins. John became was unable to break the gaze as you continued to play with his finger with your tongue, the sensations overwhelming his body.
His thrusts became sloppy and uncontrolled as he neared his climax.
"Cum for me, love," he whispered seductively in your ear, making your body quiver and moan with pleasure as his thrusts became increasingly passionate. As you reached the brink of orgasm, you felt his cock swell inside you and you clenched around him tightly, sending waves of delight through both of you as you finally came undone.
"That's it," John grunted against your skin, his tongue toying with your nipples again. A few powerful thrusts later, John was grunting and biting into your skin, sure to leave marks, as he finished inside you, staying still as he savored the moment - the feel of both your juices mixing together inside your pulsating velvety walls before slowly making its way out of you, drenching your thighs.
You panted heavily and leaned your head against the tree, your hands still firmly pressed against John's shoulders as he effortlessly held you close to his sweat-soaked body. As he slowly pulled out of you, a soft whimper escaped your lips at the sudden empty feeling. He hold you by your waist while his eyes followed the trail of cum going down your legs.
Taking your panties out of his pocket, he knelt on one knee before you and used them as a wipe to clean your hypersensitive core and the trail leading to the ground.
One final kiss later, John pulled up his pants, stuffed your cum-stained panties back into his pocket and deftly fixed his shirt before helping you dress on your shaking knees.
“You good, birdie?”
“Yeah,” you breathed out, fixing your bra and tucking your shirt into your skirt while running your fingers through your hair to make it look less like you had just been ravished against a tree by your own bodyguard.
"We should go before someone sees us," John stated, looking in the direction you came from.
A genuine laugh left your lips, "now you're worried someone might see us?"
"You're funny, birdie," with a smile, he offered his hand to lead the way before falling slightly behind you and becoming your silent, stoic shadow once again.
“Can you walk all the way back," he asked as he observed you stumble slightly.
"Don’t flatter yourself, Price, doesn't suit you” you laughed it off as you continued walking towards the parking lot, your bodyguard trailing after you, a chuckle escaping him. His muscular form soon appeared next to you, and his arm slung around your waist to help steady you after you stumbled a few more times.
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