A Ghost Encounter: My Time with Simon "Ghost" Riley

Part Eleven: What the Hell Just Happened?

"How do I even practice? Was what I did earlier okay?" I ask him, seeking his approval.

I can tell by the way the tops of his cheeks are raised that he's smiling, but the emotion in his eyes is much more difficult to decipher.

"It was fine."

The man of little words.

"Then what do you recommend I do? You said you got laid about a year ago. What did she do that you liked?" I ask desperately.

Ghost turns his head back to face the door, his chance at escape.

Is he having second thoughts about this so-called practice?

"She was confident," he tells me as he turns his head to face me once again.

Perfect. I'm the fucking opposite of that.

I give Ghost an annoyed look and scoff. "Yeah, that's not gonna work for me, chief."

"Just try," Ghost huffs.

You "just try", bitch.

"I don't know how." My gaze falls to the floor from the weight of my insecurities.

I feel Ghost's hand firmly but gently grab my chin as he tilts my head back to face his. My body tenses.

"What are you afraid of?" He asks me.

I feel my heart skip a beat and it's almost like I forgot how to breathe.

Overwhelmed, I pull away and take a few steps back. We stand there awkwardly, the both of us silent for a few moments.

If I don't try I'll never know. I need to get past this insecurity if I want the mission to be successful.

"Show me," I say firmly, attempting to be confident.

"Show you what?" Ghost asks me.

"Show me this confidence you speak of. Show me what you'd do." My request is hidden in the form of a demand. If he said no I'd accept that.

This can't be a good idea...

"Careful what you wish for, Sergeant." He smirks, his mask shifting slightly with the motion.

Ghost once again steps forward and eats up the space between us, not once breaking eye contact.

I rush of warmth fills my body.

Ghost places one hand on my waist and with the other, he slowly lifts his mask just above his nose.

He then places a hand on my cheek and leans in to start kissing my neck.

My whole body shivers and I let out a soft moan.

I've never felt this feeling before...and it feels incredible.

He continues to passionately kiss my neck, nibbling on it. Ghost pulls away only to pick me up and lay me down on my couch.

My pussy is throbbing and I can tell it's really wet.

He lifts himself on top of me and looks me in the eyes.

I'm so nervous right now.

"You alright?" Ghost asks as he pushes a strand of hair away from my face.

Shit, can he tell?

"Y-yes," I say, my voice trembling from the nerves.

"Are you sure?" He asks incredulously.

God, shut up. If he keeps asking I'll end up changing my mind.

"Yes," I respond more firmly.

He nods his head and starts unbuttoning my pants.

What is he gonna do?

He gently slips my pants off and I'm left in the thong from earlier.

Ghost looks down at my crotch and then back up at me. There's a playful gleam in his eyes. He teasingly says, "Excited?"

I look down at my crotch and I have a wet spot, the clear evidence of my arousal.

Goddamit.

"Shut up," I hiss and cover my face with my hands.

Ghost chuckles softly and then grips the band of my thong.

My breath hitches. It feels like my body is yearning for this.

He pulls my thong down and starts rubbing his finger through my folds, teasing my clit.

Fuck, what is he doing to me...

He then slips one of his fingers inside me slowly. Ghost's hands are huge. Just try and imagine his fingers.

I can't help it. I let out a soft moan.

He smirks and then slips a second one in, curling his fingers so they hit that perfect spot.

Fuck, his fingers feel so good.

He starts pumping his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first but then picks up his pace.

Without thinking I grip his thigh and let out a loud moan.

He then places the base of his palm against my clit as he fingers me.

My toes curl and I start moving my hips, rubbing my clit against his palm.

I'm so overstimulated it feels like I could pass out.

I start moving my hips faster, needing to find release, and moaning out with every thrust.

I'm on the brink of climaxing but then thoughts start flooding my head. Anxiety kicks in.

Unwillingly, my body tenses, and my thrusts begin to slow.

Please don't fuck with me right now brain. I'm finally enjoying this...

Ghost notices this. "Don't think."

Huh?

I look up at Ghost.

"Don't think," he repeats and continues ramming his fingers in and out of me.

He's right. Don't think.

I close my eyes and continue moving my hips faster and faster.

This feels so fucking good. I'll focus on that.

"Fuck," I moan out. "Ah..."

I can't hold it any longer.

"Mhm-" I squeal as I orgasm and ride out my climax on the palm of Ghost's hand.

I didn't even last 3 minutes.

He slips his fingers out of me and his entire hand is covered in my cum.

Shit.

I try and catch my breath.

"Sorry," I say, embarrassed by the mess I made.

Ghost shakes his head and says softly, "Don't be."

He wipes his hand covered in my juices on his pants.

I lay there on the couch for a moment trying to process everything.

What the hell just happened?