Sitting up right, both guys are rocking hard ons. Their cocks thick and heavy as they strain against the denim of their jeans. Taking the safe option, you shuffle towards Simon, grasping the waistband of his jeans and pulling him towards you.
The look he gives you is knowing but he lets you continue. Clearly you aren’t the only one that's been thinking about it. Popping the button free and pulling his zipper down you work his jeans down over his hips before grabbing at his cock.
It’s heavy in your hand as you pull the band of his boxers back, exposing his weeping tip. Wrapping your lips around it, Simon hisses in response to your tongue darting over his slit. The taste of pre cum floods your taste buds as you suck on his tip.
All whilst you reach your hand out towards Johnny. Gripping the expanse of his thigh before trailing upwards towards his boner. The harsh imprint throbs against the material of his jeans.
Desperate for attention. Desperate for your attention.
“W-what?” Johnny stutters, his words tumbling out of his mouth.
“Just shush.”Simon answers, as you undo Johnny's jeans with one hand. His cock pulses in your hand when you grip him through the fabric of his underwear, all whilst continuing to suck at the tip of Simon’s cock.
Releasing your mouth from Simon, you use one hand to release Johnny’s cock and the other to release Simon’s cock. Both of them springing free, rock hard, and dripping with desire and pre cum.
Taking a cock in each hand you start to pump them up and down. Making sure to rub your palm over the tips of their dicks once you reach the top before pumping them down to the base again.
Both guys hips jut forward with every glide of your palm over their tips.
“Fuck.” Johnny moans, as you switch from your hands to your mouth. Taking it in turns to take one of their cocks in your mouth, sliding them as far as you can take them, before doing the same with the other one.
Both guys stand with their heads tipped back, their chest heaving, and groaning every time your warm mouth welcomes their cock down your throat.
“Isn’t this fun.” You say, looking up at them both from where you sit and batting your eyelashes.
“ Oh yeah it’s fuckin’ riveting, darling.” Simon remarks, “ Now get on your hands and knees.” He demands. His voice is rough and dripping with need and desperation as you position yourself correctly.
“Go on then.” Simon says to Johnny, as you arch your back and wiggle your ass in the direction of the two men.
“Seriously?” Johnny asks.
“Might as well fix everything whilst we’re here aye?” Simon states, before throwing a condom towards him from his back pocket.
Stripping off his jeans and shirt Johnny positions himself behind you. Ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling it down his cock.
The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance before he’s pushing it into your awaiting pussy. He’s not as big as Simon but he’s certainly thicker, and it’s evident in the slight sting of your pussy stretching to accommodate a thicker cock.
Once seated to the hilt, Johnny grips at the fat of your hips using your body as a form of anchor as he pulls himself out to the tip before pushing himself all the way back in.
“Shit, you’re tight.” He groans as he thrusts into you.
“Move your hips like this, Johnny.” Simon says walking towards Johnny. Where he then grasps ahold of Johnny's hips and guides them into the right motion. Rolling his hips into your now, his cock stuffs you full, hitting just the right spot inside of you that has your pussy leaking all over his cock.
“There we go, got her creamin’ all over ya now.” Simon states, coming towards you. “Is that nice, baby. Does his cock feel good?” He asks, cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger making you look up at him.
“Yes, oh yes.” You moan as Johnny continues to hit just the right spot, making your eyes roll back in your head.
“Think he’ll be able to get himself his own girl now? No more takin’ mine.” Simon asks.
“Y-yeah I think he’ll be o-okay now.” You mumble out as you feel your orgasm building.
“I can hear you, you know,” Johnny says.
“Trust me I haven’t forgotten your presence.” Simon grumbles, “Now open wide, baby.” He asks, tapping at the side of your face lightly until you open wide.
His cock is heavy against your tongue as he slides himself into your mouth. The salty taste of pre cum filling your mouth as his tip drips with desire. You’re used to taking Simon’s cock and your lips wrap around him straight away.
Your tongue swirling around him before gliding over the underneath of his cock, just as he likes. His fingers are running through your hair as he reaches the back of your throat, pushing until you gag just a little bit before pulling back out.
Johnny continues to rut into you, the thrusts of his hips propelling you forwards onto Simon’s cock taking him deeper.
“Christ, I’m gonna cum.” Johnny announces.
“Me too.” You attempt to mumble around Simon’s cock. But it just comes out an inaudible string of mumbles and grumbles.
Although I think he got the idea, as his hips continue to meet yours. Snapping together like magnets meeting, until his hips are stuttering in their rhythm and you’re both finishing at the same time with a string of curses leaving your mouths.
Shoving him out of the way and lining himself up with your quivering pussy, he pushes himself inside of you. All the way to the base.
Your poor legs tremble and your poor pussy throbs. Yet the feel of Simon thrusting into you has you recovering from your orgasm quicker and preparing for the next one.
His cock hits even deeper than Johnny’s. However Simon knows just how to get you there.
His tip rubs against your cervix, threatening to fill you up with his babies. Because of course Simon wouldn't wear a condom. You’re his missus at the end of the day.
Reaching round and underneath you he finds your clit and pinches the bundle of nerves between his fingers. Your core tenses at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and slight pain from the lack of time between your recent orgasm and the one now building inside of you.
“Fuck,” You whimper, “Simon I-I.”
“I know, baby. Hang on.” He says, fucking his cock up into you as he rolls your clit between his fingers.
Your orgasm hits even harder than the first and second one combined. Your body shakes and chest heaves as Simon finishes not long after, pulling out to finish all over your back before you collapse onto the sofa beneath you.
“Fuck.” You groan into the fabric of the sofa.
“Well, if you can’t keep someone after this then it’s gotta be something up here.” Simon says tapping the side of his skull before collapsing next to you.
Little did he know Johnny had already found someone. He’d found someone the minute he’d walked through the front door of your apartment. It was just gonna take Simon some time to come around to the idea. That’s all.
Guys this is a long one, and I said i'd condense it but I rewrote a lot of it and it ended up LONGER! So you got your wish okay! Better be happy
Soap decided he was gonna keep what he had discovered his own little secret for a while. As he didn’t wanna just blurt it out he wanted to strike at just the right time.
So he went to work, he did his training with his Lt., he had meetings with his Lt., he ate lunch with his Lt. not letting a single word slip about what he knew about the stone cold man he spent every day with.
And even though he now knew who the man was behind the mask he couldn’t stop himself from tuning in every evening when he'd receive that notification saying you've gone live.
He had an addiction to watching you beforehand. He just couldn’t help himself, you see. Just the way your presence captured the attention of the camera even when the masked man was present, was eye catching. And this on top of the banging body you possessed was enough to send any man crazy.
I mean no wonder you had Simon Riley wrapped around your finger.
But Soap found himself fascinated with the chemistry that seemed to be between you and Simon. Soap had never seen his Lt. connect with anyone in such a way before, it seemed alien.
And the way he was able to pleasure your body without barely touching you baffled Soap, he’d never seen a woman receive so much pleasure just from someone's tongue. It intrigued him. He wanted to know more, he wanted to learn more.
And Soap knew that Simon was quite literally the man he needed.
So, after some time he decided he was gonna pounce. Patiently waiting until everyone left the break room one day until it was just Soap and Simon in there before making his move.
“Hey, Si.” Soap says earning him a grunt of acknowledgement from the brute of the man, who’s currently stood at the counter of the small kitchenette making himself a cuppa.
“Been up to anything recently?” Soap asks, not being able to hide the smirk that plays on his lips. Simon’s not the easiest man to talk to at the best of times, so Soap knew bringing this up was gonna be difficult.
A simple “No.” is all he’s met with as Simon takes a seat on the opposite leather sofa from where Soap sits.
“Mhm, you sure?” Is all Soap says, quirking an eyebrow.
“I’m aware of what I’ve been up to recently, Soap. What are you getting at?” Simon grunts, before taking a swig of his steaming mug of tea.
“Nothin’ honest, it’s just. I could have sworn I’d seen you on a specific livestream over the weekend. Does that ring any sort of bells, Lt.?”
The mouthful of hot tea that was once in Simon’s mouth now covers the wooden surface of the coffee table separating the two men. If it was appropriate Soap would have pulled out his phone and taken a photo of Simon’s face as it was a perfect picture right now.
“What the hell are you talkin’ about.” Simon grunts after composing himself, trying to keep his cool. As the only thoughts rushing around his head, is how on earth has Soap out of all people found out.
“You can't be serious right now! I saw ya! Pleasuring that pretty little lass till she was screaming!” Soap exclaimed.
“You better shut your fucking mouth, sergeant. Or I’ll have you running laps until the sun goes down.” Simon growls.
“I’m sorry, I’ve clearly struck a nerve and I apologise. But it was you, aye Si?” Soap asks, desperately wanting to know the truth but also being careful not to step on any more of Simon’s toes.
“If I say yes will you leave me alone?” Simon sighs, running his hand down his face. Poor bloke looks so stressed out that he appears to have aged twenty years in the span of 10 minutes.
“Course I will, Lt. but you can't blame me for being a curious cat, can ya?” Soap says, he can tell he’s serious fucked up his poor Lt.’s day but he can’t help himself, he’s finding this all way to amusing.
“Yes it was me, alright. I’m the one behind the mask, and I’m the only one behind the mask. You got that.” Simon says, glaring daggers at Soap.
“Fuckin’ knew it!” Soap exclaims, whilst slapping his knee. Feeling strangely proud of himself for figuring it out.
“You can go now.” Simon grunts.
“Right, yes.” Soap says, standing up to walk towards the door, but not before spinning back around to face Simon.
“Actually, before I go. I’ve got one more question for ya” Soap says, making his way back to where he was sitting beforehand.
“Fuck sake, I thought you said you’d leave if I told you.” Simon curses.
“Yeah well I lied didn’t I.” Soap says, without a care in the world. Making himself comfortable on the sofa again.
“You think you could let me meet her?” Soap asks, and this time it looked as if Simon’s eyes were gonna pop out of his skull.
“You’re fuckin’ kidding me.” Simon says.
“Nuh-uh, dead serious. I’m a big fan. Honest!” Soap explains.
“No way! End of conversation.” Simon says, and this time it’s him that stands ready to leave the room.
“Please Lt. I know I can be a lot sometimes but I’ll be good, honest.” Soap says “I’ll beg if ya like, please it’s all I ask. Just one time.” He adds, before lowering to his knees and placing his hands together. Even jutting his lower lip out and everything whilst he did it.
“You can’t be serious, stand the fuck up sergant.” Simon says, as he looks down at the begging Soap that’s knelt on the floor at his feet.
“Not until you give me an answer, Lt.” Soap responds. If any of their other team mates walked in right now they’d have a hell of a lot of explaining to do. But Soap didn’t care, he’d stay on that floor begging all night just to see that pretty little lass.
“Fuckin’ fine, alright. I’ll talk to her. Now stand up for fuck sake.” Simon remarks, just desperate for this whole thing to be over.
“Thank you, thank you!” Soap exclaims as he practically bounces round the room with the biggest, most cheesiest smile plastered across his face.
“However, if you breath a word of this to anyone else I’ll-”
“I know, I know you’ll kill me or whatever. But I promise I won’t say a word.” Soap says, motions with his hands to have zipped his mouth shut and to have thrown away the key.
Before skipping out of the break room all giddy with glee.
