Taste So Sweet | Simon "Ghost" Riley
congratulations to @fairyboygenius for winning my On the Hunt raffle! here is some smutty ghost with the prompt "You're my sweet treat this Halloween." - minors do not interact, 18+
"Simon, we should get back inside."
Is what you're trying to say to him. But he doesn't listen. Or rather, he can't even make out the words you're saying with how muffled they are against his lips.
You're not exactly sure how you got here. Or maybe you do. Perhaps it was a little too much flirting with him at the Halloween get together with the others. Trying to tease him with what he can't have in that moment. Not that it stopped him, obviously.
"Been naughty," Simon breathes before plunging his tongue into your mouth again. He twirls it around like he's fucking your mouth. Uses his tongue just like he usually does when he licks at you, tastes you, drinks in all you can give him. You kinda wish he would, but he has other plans. "So horny you were begging me to take you, is that right?"
You realize that he's not been riled up in the slightest. Treats you like you're the horny one (not that you aren't), but like all that teasing from you was instead you asking for his help. For his dick. He's always willing to give it to you, but...
"Don't you realize we're at a party? Just couldn't wait 'til we got home later?" He licks a long stripe along your jaw. It's hot and wet, and the cold air brings a slight chill on your skin. Or perhaps it's the ticklish feeling of his fingers creeping on your legs, finding their way under your costume.
"Use your mouth?" you plead when he parts from your lips, a long trail of saliva connecting you to him. He grins, shakes his head and you feel disheartened until his next words.
"Gotta keep you quiet somehow," Simon mutters before attaching his mouth back to yours. On a normal day, he loves to taste that sweet, tangy slick he coaxes out of you. But today he thinks there's no sweeter treat than those pretty moans.
He slips his fingers underneath your costume with practiced ease. He's the one who helped you put it on after all. There's no warning at all when he uses his fingers to give you a nice, rough stroke against you.
You lock up and Simon swallows down a nice, hearty groan. He drinks in your saliva, loving the way it drips down your chin as his tongue aches to stake claim over your mouth.
His other hand is down there groping your ass while the other works its fingers steadily against you. He's squeezing the flesh of your ass like you're his own personal stress ball. It's rough and you worry there will be wrinkles in your costume from how hard he's gripping you. Don't even mention the little wet stain you're leaving on your bottoms as Simon's thick fingers work you over.
The way he touches you is similar to how he uses his own hand to jerk himself off. A quick, shallow flick of his wrist with a focus on that one part that has your knees going weak. He pinches and smooths his thumb over you in a way that you're sure you're gushing. He'll confirm for you by the way he swirls his those first two fingers around you and prods at your hole.
And when he finally sinks his fingers into you, Simon groans to drown out your huffy sigh. If your mouth wasn't already pried open by his tongue then your jaw would have dropped then. Two fingers is a big stretch with the way he spreads them out. A reminder that he will take care of you later. He's prepping you now. A promise that he will take you home soon. He will take you then.
But for now he fucks your mouth with his tongue and fucks your hole with his fingers. That hand on your ass moves up to grasp your throat, massaging from your collarbone upwards as if trying to pry a moan from your lungs. Simon fingers you with purpose. He's not trying to make you cum. He fingers you just so you make noise. He jerks his hand against you so that you can hear the wet sounds of his fingers going in and out.
The motion of his fingers against your walls have you panting against his open mouth. He's retracting his tongue now so he can hear you properly. Doesn't want you to choke on his tongue with the way he curls his fingers.
"Simon!" You gasp out and he crooks his fingers just right, brings them right back out so his palm can roughly grind against you so good. It's coming all too soon and you're overwhelmed, foggy in the head.
"Feel good, mm?" He breathes against you. Doesn't give you the chance to reply before that last tweak of his hand and plunge of his fingers sends you over.
You don't know who bites first. But with the rush down your legs, there's a little rush of blood from your bottom lip. You let out a shuddery breath when Simon finally pulls his fingers away and pulls back to give you the air you need. The hand on your neck moves to cup your jaw.
He gives you this wicked grin. After eating up all your moans, he brings his fingers drenched in your cum up to his lips. Licks them clean and moans himself like he can't get enough. Now, he's riled up.
"Sweeter than any treat I could ever ask for," he mutters after licking his lips. He gives you a once over before tilting his head towards the car. "I'm hungry. Let's go home."
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