Captain’s good little soldier ~Price x afab!reader (nsfw)
So, it’s been a minute, but what better way to fix writers block than being horny? There is no plot here, just a captain going down on his soldier who couldn’t keep it in her pants. But who is he kidding, neither could he. “Is this what my good little soldier wanted, hm?” John’s deep blue eyes watched you from between your spread thighs, already trembling from the barely-there kisses he’d pressed to them, not even enough to leave a mark. “Wanted your captain to have his way with you right here on my desk?”
Even kneeling between your legs he managed to look completely composed, riling you up with his calmly spoken words that only served to send shivers racing up your spine when combined with the hungry look in his eyes. Those blue eyes nearly black with want were the only things that gave away how he wanted this almost as badly as you did, if not more. That, and the press of his hard cock against the confines of his tight jeans. You loved those jeans on him, aside from him wearing nothing at all you would have to say they were your favourite to see him in, a little worn and a little too tight for all that thick muscle and that perfect biteable layer of fat he had that had your poor clit throbbing just watching him walk away.
“Yes, sir, this is exactly what I want,” even to you your voice sounded strained, but in your defence having this absolute unit of a man about one breath from eating you out atop his desk in his own office was more than most people could handle.
“That’s what I thought, my pretty little thing couldn’t wait until I was off duty. No, she had to come all the way to my office right before a briefing to beg me to go down on her, isn’t that right, dove?” His self-satisfied smirk as that skilled tongue trailed oh so slowly up your inner thigh made you all too aware of how empty you were right now, and how badly you wanted that remedied.
“As much as I like seeing your eyes go glassy like that, you’ll have to use your words if you want something from me, soldier. So what will it be, hm? What do you want your captain to do to you?” His voice was like velvet, washing over your heated body to pool in your gut, throbbing with want.
“Please, sir, I need to cum, I need to cum on your mouth,” you didn’t care how breathy your voice was by now, not when your words had the effect on him they did.
“Oh fuck, that’s my good girl,” you could feel his groan travel straight through your pussy when he buried his face between your thighs, mouth open wide like he wanted to devour you completely.
Your head was thrown back as your hands clutched at the edges of his desk, and you had to remind yourself not to be so loud. But the way his tongue laved circles around your sopping entrance only to drag back up and tease your clit was making it increasingly more difficult. Your efforts were all for not, however, when he sealed his lips over your hole and sucked. You were not prepared for how good that would feel, not with how you nearly came right then and there. And Price knew it too, knew it in the way his eyes twinkled when he did it again, in the way he gripped the plush of your thighs harder to keep them spread, the way he groaned against you when you moaned his name.
“Tha’s it, dove, jus’ let yourself feel good.” His accent thickened with arousal as he dove right back in, one of his hands moving from your thigh to your mouth, tapping three fingers against your lips, which you diligently parted them for.
Three thick fingers pressed deliciously against your tongue as his own worked its way into your hole, a slick little ‘pop’ sound came when he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, using his thumb to wide away the trail of drool at the corner of your mouth. Those very same fingers started working over your clit with that perfect pressure while his tongue alternated between spearing in and out of your cunt and lapping up every drop of your arousal. It was messy, sloppy, and you were pretty sure you were going to have beard burn on the inside of your thighs tomorrow, but you didn’t care, especially not when his blue eyes were locked onto yours like they were. He didn’t just want you to cum, he needed you to.
It was that look that pushed you over the edge, sucking in gasps of air as a whole body shutter ran through you. He worked you over through the whole thing, fingers keeping up their rhythm as he lapped up your cum like it was his favourite treat. His beard was slick by the time he pulled his face up, looking like a man satisfied as he pulled you to sitting on his desk, strong arms holding you to his chest.
“Was that what you needed, dove? Just needed your man to make you cum?” His words weren’t even taunting this time, he just sounded so pleased with himself at the way you nodded wordlessly, melting into the scent of paper and strong cigars.
John helped you get yourself sorted afterwords, plenty of praise and kisses doled out as he straightened your clothes and wiped your thighs clean. You never had to wonder if he’d enjoyed himself, from the way he smirked and the tent still evident in his pants told you all you needed to know. And yet when you offered to return the favour he merely smirked.
“Oh no, dove, much as I love those pretty lips around my cock, I have something much better in mind for you after my briefing. I’ll just have to wait a little while longer,” his lips pressing against yours when he finished speaking quashed any further objections from you, and with the way his hand slipped down to the plump of your backside when he walked you to the door, you knew that it would be well worth the wait.
