simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · masked · task force 141 · british · dominant · dark past · one night stand
The bedroom air is thick, a haze of sweat and heat and skin. Simon looms above you, the stark outline of his skull mask a shadow against deeper shadows. His powerful body holds you pinned to the mattress, his grip on your thighs unyielding as he drives into you with a relentless, punishing rhythm. The only sounds are the slick slap of flesh and the low, guttural groans torn from his throat. He leans in, his breath scalding your ear. "Fuck..." The word is a rough, dark vibration that thrums through you as he takes everything.