Author's Note: May God have mercy on my soul. I'm obsessed with these men.
Only lightly edited.
The oven beeped in the background behind you, reminding you of how far behind schedule you were running as you hastily laid the layers of pasta, sauce and cheese into the pan for your lasagna. Ghost had always been a big fan of it since the first time you'd made it for him, and you were looking forward to seeing him tonight for the first time in nearly a month, so the occasion just seemed to call for it.
He'd just messaged you this morning letting you know he'd be back in town by tonight. His message was short - as it always was - but it immediately gave you butterflies, and the rest of your day was a flurry of activity to get ready.
You knew that Ghost didn't care if the apartment was clean, dinner was ready, the wine was chilled, or if you had on a new set of lingerie; but you did. You'd missed him more than you usually did this month, and had spaced out when you thought about what he'd done to you the night before he'd left on this most recent mission.
So, you'd spent the whole day cleaning your spacious apartment, making sure nothing was out of place. You'd run to the grocery store to grab ingredients and even picked up a couple bottles of wine despite the pouring rain (which was supposed to even last past the next couple days.)
You were placing the last bit of cheese on top of the lasagna when you heard the front door open and heavy boots step inside the entryway hall. You couldn't help the smile that crossed your face as you wiped your hands off on the hand towel and tossed it back onto the island before you made your way toward the door.
You were wearing one of your favorite loungewear sets; a pair of shorts and a quarter zip pullover made of the same medium gray velvet material. You loved it because it complimented your curves without being revealing in the slightest. Your hair was pinned up with a simple claw clip, and you wore your cushioned light pink slippers.
Overall, you looked comfy; exactly like you'd spent the day lounging around the house doing chores. You were practically giddy thinking about the look in Ghost's eyes when he found what was underneath it all. You'd even had time to paint your nails black to match your lacey number.
Ghost stepped into the entry of the kitchen just as you went to turn the corner to the hall, you instantly felt your muscles relax and a smile spread across your face as he greeted you, "Hello, love," you wrapped your arms behind his neck as he pulled his mask over his lips and kissed you deeply. His other arm wrapped around your waist tightly and squeezed you against him. He was wet from the rain pouring down outside.
You couldn't help the slightest giggle at that, and as he pulled his lips away you softly said, "I missed you," and bit your bottom lip. He was a foot taller than you, and that always meant you had to be on your tippy toes to reach him at all. He often teased you over it.
The sound of the front door closing made you turn your head, and you saw Soap standing in the hallway, his eyes meeting yours as Ghost released his hold on your waist, giving your cheek a kiss as he moved past you into the kitchen and promptly began pouring two glasses of bourbon.
Soap's boots were just as heavy sounding on the floor as Ghost's had been, and he approached you happily, with darker eyes than you remember him having. "Soap," you said, a friendly smile crossing your face despite your slight disappointment that the evening wouldn't be the romantic evening you'd imagined. "It's nice to see you again."
He smiled as he took long strides down the hall to you, "Nice to see you too, darlin'," he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek. As he did, his fingertips made a quick trail down your spine, starting from just between your shoulder blades and ending just before your movement was quick, but you felt yourself shudder at the unexpected touch. His hand was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
You realized offhandedly that he was also quite a bit taller than you, maybe just a bit shorter than Ghost. You wondered why you hadn't noticed it before.
"Are you hungry? I'm about to bake this lasagna and it shouldn't take too long. Maybe an hour or so." you said, ushering him into the kitchen where Ghost had finished pouring the two glasses of Kentucky Bourbon he had stashed there. He left one at a seat at the kitchen island, and took the other glass and the bottle with him to sit at the breakfast bar just outside the kitchen.
Soap watched him with wary eyes as he stepped further into the kitchen, almost saying something to him but refraining as Ghost passed by. "Sure," he finally said to you.
You looked down at your lasagna, "Oh shit," you said, "I forgot the basil leaves. Can you grab them from the fridge for me?" You looked up to find his eyes on Ghost, who was looking back at Soap with humor in his eyes.
Soap moved towards the fridge as you grabbed your cutting board and knife. Before you knew it, Soap had laid the basil in front of you and you started chopping as you talked. "So, did anything interesting happen this time?" you asked, knowing there would be no details in anything they said.
Soap and Ghost looked at each other again; Soap looked slightly annoyed but still held a smile, Ghost's eyes just twinkled with amusement as he offered, "A bomb." as his answer.
"Ah," you said as you sprinkled the freshly cut basil over the lasagna, "a bomb." You wrapped the lasagna in foil and popped it in the oven, setting the timer and turning back to find Soap taking a long sip of the glass of bourbon.
"Bourbon for you two tonight?" you asked Ghost, not expecting an answer as you slipped a lone wine glass out of a cabinet for yourself. "Looks like I have a bottle to myself then." You pulled the dry red you'd chilled in preparation, and poured yourself a hefty glass.
The only sound for a long minute was from the soft music you had playing off in the living room. You couldn't help but notice Soap's eyes on you, as if examining your face for a moment. You stared back in confusion, before looking at Ghost and then back at Soap, the awkward silence hanging heavier now.
"What?" you asked Soap, your eyes wide and oblivious.
"You never asked her, did you?" Soap asked, his deep voice directed at Ghost, whose eyes were full of mischief.
"Asked me what?" you suddenly felt nervous as the two men just looked between each other.
"And do your work for you? C'mon Johnny," he said as he poured himself more bourbon, "besides, it's you that has to win her over anyway, so why would I ask?"
Soap sighed, a tight smile on his face as he looked down for a brief moment at his drink. "Does anyone want to tell me what's going on?" you were just about to start getting annoyed when Soap spoke up.
"You know darlin' something interesting did happen on this mission." he started, finishing his bourbon and looking up at you with those dark eyes before he continued, "Over probably one too many drinks," he pushed himself up from his seat at the kitchen island and started walking towards you, you took a sip of your wine to try to act nonchalant and like you weren't wholly confused about what was happening, "I asked Ghost a question that he invited me here to come find out for myself."
You felt like you swallowed loudly as he came to a stop right in front of you, effectively cornering you in the kitchen. Your nervous eyes drifted to Ghost, despite Soap's dark eyes baring down into yours. Ghost stared back from his spot, unmoving. "I'm a little afraid to ask what your question was." you said, your heart beating loudly in your chest.
You nearly dropped your glass when Soap's hand came to cradle your cheek, bringing your attention fully to him once and for all. You practically had to crane your neck to meet his gaze. His other hand slipped the wine glass from your fingers and placed it far behind you on the counter.
"I asked him what you taste like." You felt yourself blush.
You laughed nervously and placed a hand on Soap's muscled chest to usher him back from you, he didn't move. "You're joking." you said, noting how Soap's eyes looked down to your lips before returning to your eyes. His hand on your cheek moved to the back of your head and grasped the clip in your hair. He removed it and set it on the counter as your hair fell loose all around your face.
"Simon-?" you asked, finally breaking from Soap's hypnotic gaze to find Ghost still seated comfortably at the breakfast bar. You swore you could see a smirk toying at his lips.
Soap's fingers brushed your hair from your face, he stroked it absentmindedly. His voice was low and even as he spoke, "If I'm overstepping here lass, just let me know." His fingers wound their way deep into the hair at the back of your head. "I'll leave and we can forget this ever happened." His breath smelled like the bourbon he'd just finished, his face was just inches from yours.
You never noticed just how handsome Soap was until now, your eyes had always been focused on Ghost.
All at once - and all too easily - Soap pulled his hand from your hair and bent down to grab the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up onto your countertop so you could look him in the eyes more easily. One of your pink slippers fell from your foot and landed on top of his heavy boot as he came to stand between your open legs. Your head fell softly back against the upper cabinets behind you as his hands came to a rest on either of your thighs.
"But to be honest, I'd kill to taste you right now." You felt him emphasize his words by giving your thighs a squeeze. Something in the way he said that made you fully believe him.
"So? What'll it be?" Your cheeks were burning at this point, and you felt yourself growing warm.
" John ," you said, your voice came out breathier than you'd expected.
"C'mon darlin'," he urged you on, "give us a nod? Shake of the head? Wink of the eye?" You were about to turn to Ghost again until Soap's hand caught your chin and held you to him. "Don't worry. We share very well." he said, humor rampant in his voice. Seeing you still weren't sure, he continued more seriously, "We've already worked things out. All you need to do is enjoy yourself." His eyes caught sight of the black lace strap of your bra. You hadn't even realized your velvety lounge top had slipped down off your one shoulder. "Final answer?" he asked as his eyes snapped back to yours, his fingers still holding your chin in place.
Your whole body felt like it was aching all of a sudden, screaming out for him to touch you. The fact that Simon was watching only made the ache worse. You could feel his analyzing eyes watch you squirm, and you swore you could feel his amusement at the whole spectacle.
"Yes," you finally said, your voice small and quiet between the two of you. He hesitated just a moment longer, the smallness of your voice not convincing him. He searched your eyes for any hesitance. His fingers still held your chin in place before him.
Setting one of your hands on top of the counter to steady yourself, you opened your thighs more to him as you reached up to the back of his head and guided him closer. He took the step forward, nestling his hips deeper between your thighs. He kept just an inch between you as he let you lead his face towards your own.
When he finally saw you open your lips for him, he let himself take all the space you'd offered him.
All at once, he claimed your lips in a slow, hungry kiss as he pulled your thighs further over his hips. He broke the kiss with perfect timing to hear you gasp at the feeling of him hard against your core. In an instant his lips were back on yours, his teeth playing with your bottom lip. He tasted like bourbon and metal.
Across the room, Ghost took another sip of his drink, "Took some convincing didn't she?"
Soap broke the kiss then, leaning you back until your head rested against the upper cabinet again. "She's a good, loyal girl." he remarked with an adoring tone as his hand once again slid into your hair behind your head, giving you a softer resting place than the wood of the cabinet.
"She is." Ghost said. He loved watching you squirm, and was enjoying this view even more than he'd anticipated as Johnny went to work on you. Ghost saw him slowly start grinding into you, and couldn't help himself but to say, "Kiss the junction of her neck and shoulder." You heard him say and you shuddered, realizing you were going to be teamed up on all night. "She moans even harder when you do that than when you fuck her."
Soap broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours as he asked with a smirk, "Is that true?" He was nearly as breathless as you were.
You felt Ghost's betrayal as Soap turned your head to the side so you were looking at Ghost as his lips made contact with the very spot.
To both men's delight, you cried out, your hands desperately holding onto Soap's shoulders - or maybe pushing him away - even you weren't sure. Either way, he stayed put and worked at your neck, kissing and biting and sucking as Ghost held your gaze with adoring amusement.
" John -" you pleaded, trying separately to get him off that sensitive spot. He didn't budge, and each swipe of his tongue made you moan embarrassingly loud.
When Soap finally did relent, he leaned back to look at you, blushing and breathless on the countertop. "You were not fucking kidding, LT." His hands were warm and soothing as they rubbed up and down your thighs.
"I think she's quite enjoying you, Johnny." Ghost said as Soap reached down between your legs, his eyes meeting yours when he felt the emanating heat there, even through your shorts.
"More than you?" Soap asked back jokingly.
"Don't make me laugh."
His one hand continued its strokes over your core, adding more pressure each swipe. His other hand presented you with your long forgotten glass of wine. You took it absentmindedly, all your thought lost to the motion of his knuckles. "Drink up, sweetheart," he said, leaning in to place light kisses all down your neck, careful to avoid your sensitive spot as you drank, "I want you as relaxed as possible."
As soon as you were finished, he set the glass aside and lifted you up onto his hips, carrying you easily into the living room and laying you down on the couch. Somewhere along the line, your remaining slipper fell from your foot.
You'd always loved sex on your massive L shaped sectional, and for a minute you had paranoid thought of just how much Ghost had told Soap about you in the bedroom in preparation for all this.
You didn't have much time to focus on it though before Soap laid you down on the couch and was above you, his lips again dominating yours as he ground against your core. His hardness was all you could think about.
All at once his warmth was gone, his hands tugged down your shorts, throwing them to the ground as both men's eyes took in the lacey black panties you had on. Soap smirked, "LT, I feel like I'm opening a present that isn't mine." His hands rubbed at your legs, constantly exploring your smooth skin as if trying to memorize the feeling of it.
Ghost pushed himself up from his spot at the breakfast bar finally, and came to a stop at your side.
From your spot in the crook of the L shaped couch, Soap stood at your legs on one end, and Ghost knelt down beside you. He easily pulled the velvety top off, finally revealing the second half of the lingerie set you'd picked out for him.
With both men's hungry eyes on you, you couldn't help a shudder. "Is this new?" Ghost asked, his balaclava still pulled up over his lips.
"I got it last week." You said, oversharing from nerves as Soap pulled his dark shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. He was just as muscular as Ghost. Ghost's hand was at your cheek then, steadying you.
"Doing alright, love?" his voice was concerned, even when his eyes were dark and his excitement on display even through his thick jeans. "Still want to keep going?"
You felt your lower lip tremble as Soap settled between your legs, his hands once again soothing over your legs. He made no further moves on you as Ghost held your gaze. When he was finally satisfied, he gave you a long deep kiss, which you were grateful for.
It was warm, familiar, adoring. When he finally broke the kiss, you felt less nervous. "You know we'll take care of you, gorgeous." He said, stroking your cheek. "During and after."
"I know," you said. Ghost pulled a cigarette from his jeans as he took a seat on the couch beside your head. He lit it before he gave Soap a nod.
"Go on then, Johnny." he said. Soap's hands parted your thighs gently as he laid down between them and slowly began kissing his way up them, adoring how your muscles subtly twitched with each kiss. You let out little mewls as he neared your core.
He looked up at you as his fingers dipped into the band of your panties, you watched his eyes intently as he pulled them down slowly.
Your knees tucked together as Soap pulled the panties past them and finally they were off completely. His thumbs on your knees gently prompted you to spread your legs for him again, this time leaving you completely bare before him.
"Just as pretty as you imagined?" Ghost asked, his hand coming down to palm your breast inside your bra. You moaned at the touch.
"Prettier." Soap said definitively.
"' You imagined' ?" you echoed questioningly, feeling just a bit more confident with Ghost's hand on you.
You could've sworn you saw Soap blush. "Johnny has a little crush on you, right, Johnny?" Soap settled again between your legs, hooking his muscular arms up under the backs of your thighs, bringing your legs over his shoulders.
Out of force of habit, you laid your hands on his head. Though this time instead of the feel of Ghost's mask, you ran your fingers through Soap's hair.
Without another word, his mouth was on you, taking a long, deep taste from your opening to your clit. You gasped at the warmth of his mouth, and jumped at the flick he did when he reached your clit. Ghost's hand moved to stroke your hair lovingly.
"I-Is that why you invited him?" you said, trying not to lose the train of thought. You ran your nails over the back of his head, causing a shudder to run down his spine.
"No," Ghost said in a dark, hungry voice, "I just wanna watch you cum as many times as possible, from every angle possible. And Soap's the only man I'd ever let touch you." You could feel a dark possessiveness from him as he finished his sentence.
After the first lick, Soap seemed insatiable. His tongue flicked at your clit, making you jump and moan into Ghost's leg as he stroked your cheek.
Soap took one hand off your thigh, lining his middle finger up at your entrance. "Tease her a bit with it," Ghost instructed; you nearly cried out at him for that, "she starts trying to get it in herself." You felt Soap smirk against your core.
He laid his finger just at your entrance and happily continued licking at your clit, causing your hips to buck up against his mouth the slightest bit. You tried to resist and not react each time his finger just barely pressed into you, but after what felt like an eternity, you couldn't anymore. You started tilting your hips down each time his finger applied the slightest bit of pressure. You started making little mewls of disappointment each time his finger didn't quite slide inside.
Soap pulled his mouth away from you just long enough to watch you desperately try to take his finger into you. "Greedy." he said in a way that was meant to be mocking, but came out like a reverence.
A moment later, his mouth was back on you, and with another flick of his tongue, he finally slid that finger where you needed it. You gasped loudly and both men relished the sound of it.
You caught Ghost's eyes on your face as Soap started moving his tongue in time with his finger. You felt Ghost's own finger circle your bottom lip, and you opened happily for him. You sucked and licked his finger for a long minute, a blush spreading through your face as you felt that lovely warmth grow in your core and spread all over.
Ghost started moving his own finger in and out of your mouth, somehow perfectly matching Soap's finger and tongue. You looked up at him with half-lidded, pleasure filled eyes; your moaning coming louder and louder in your full mouth.
Ghost pulled his finger from your lips, and the sounds of your gasps and moans echoed through the apartment. The music you had on just sounded like whitenoise now; all you could focus on was the flick of Soap's tongue, and the perfect speed of his finger-
Without missing a stroke, he slipped another finger in you and continued on as you gasped loudly for air. "Soap, I-" he curled his fingers inside you as he sucked on your clit mercilessly, sending you over the edge, "I'm-"
A series of gasps mixed with cries erupted from you, and Soap finally pulled his mouth away to look up and watch as he continued slowly finger fucking you through your orgasm. The two men watched you hungrily, their eyes switching between the twitching muscles in your thighs and the blissful look on your face.
Your head turned to the side as you took in deep breaths, feeling Ghost's eyes on you from above. You felt Soap move and sit back on his heels in front of you. He looked down at your still twitching thighs, and rubbed them soothingly again. "Does she always do this?" he asked Ghost as your thighs finally relaxed under his touch.
"Every time." he said, his voice smug as he stroked your face. "How did she taste?"
Soap smiled and let out a short laugh, "Fuckin' perfect ." he gave your thighs a squeeze in emphasis.
The way he said that made you throb. "I wish you two would stop talking about me like I'm not here." You said with what you thought was only a bit of a shaky voice.
"Sorry darlin'," Soap said down to you as he admired your body. Ghost put out his cigarette on a nearby ashtray.
Without warning, Ghost hoisted you up to a sitting position and slid behind you, his jeans rough on your sensitive skin as he pulled you against him. "What do you want next, love?" he asked, his bare lips finding the skin of your neck and teasing you at your sensitive spot.
Somehow, you felt a blush spreading to your cheeks all over again as Ghost's hands snuck between you and unhooked your bra as Soap stroked your legs and watched the lacey black bra fall away from you. Ghosts cupped your breasts, toying with your nipples and coaxing a moan out of you as he nipped at your neck.
"No thoughts?" he teased you lightly as he finally kissed the junction of your neck and shoulder, making you cry out just as before. "We can't talk to you if you're going to be such a mess." He sucked again, and your hand reached up and cupped his masked cheek.
"I say we flip her and have her like this, LT." Your eyes went wide at Soap's suggestion, and you saw the faintest smirk pull at Ghost's lips. You heard Soap start undoing his belt and felt him stand up at the edge of the couch. You turned and watched as he pulled his jeans and boxers down, your breathing hitching when his length sprang free, hard and ready.
Without warning, Soap grabbed your ankles and pulled you forward and to him. "John!" you said more in surprise than anything else when he grabbed your hips and flipped you up and over, setting you on all fours as he stood behind you at the end of the couch.
You watched Ghost with widened eyes as he kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head swiftly, exposing the scarred, muscled body you never grew tired of admiring. "Go on Johnny," he said as his fingers started pulling at his own belt. You felt Soap line up at your entrance, his tip hot and throbbing.
He leaned down, the heat of him enveloping you as his arm hooked under you and held your throat gently and brought your head up just slightly so he could whisper down to you. His breath was hot at your ear. "Ready, lass?" he asked, but you heard a deep need in his voice and could tell it was the last bit of restraint he had in him.
Your head was foggy with lust, "Yes," you managed to say after a long moment. No sooner had you gotten the word out than Soap was pushing into you slowly, his size stretching you and causing you to gasp loudly.
His grip on your hips tightened and the hand on your throat slid to hold your ear to his mouth as his breath hitched, "Fuckin hell," his accent was somehow thicker than before. He let a small moan out as he sheathed himself fully inside you, showering your neck with kisses as he did. "You're fuckin' burnin' me up sweetheart."
He gave a few long and slow strokes into you, letting you adjust to his size and enjoying the tight, hot pull of you around him. You gasped and moaned at the fullness you felt.
He let go of your throat and leaned back. You opened your hazy eyes to see Ghost finish undressing, his own hard length springing free.
Soap watched as Ghost collected your hair in his hands and lined himself up with your mouth, hovering just inches away. You looked up at him with pleasure filled eyes before you moved forward just enough to lick the length of his cock, heat rushing into your cheeks.
Soap started a steady pace pushing into you, causing your licks to become more frantic, more needy. Your mouth was hot and ready, but Ghost watched you in awe as you desperately tried to reach more of him. He held himself just out of reach for you to take him fully into your mouth.
You couldn't help the moans that poured out of you as Soap picked up the pace behind you. His own small, low noises mixed with yours. Finally, you looked up at Ghost with pleading eyes, and he relented. "Open up, love." he said.
You obeyed immediately, opening wide as he slid into your waiting mouth. He let a hiss of his own out as you frantically started moving your mouth on him. You were desperate to please him, desperate to hear those words you loved so much-
"Good girl," he said, as if reading your mind. You couldn't stop the moan from escaping you as Soap continued fucking you from behind, his hands palming and playing with your ass. Grabbing and spreading your cheeks with his large hands.
He continued pushing into you, but spread your ass and kept it like that for a long moment before saying, "She has such a pretty little ass too," he said as his thumb came to lightly press into your ass, though only enough to make you feel the pressure of him there. All at once you felt even more heat rising to your face, but kept working at Ghost's length.
"You're welcome to get it ready for me," Ghost remarked as his hand twisted your hair slightly in his hand, playing with it lightly. You mewled in light protest, but felt Soap pull his thumb away.
He pulled his middle finger into his mouth, sucking on it and lathering it in his spit before he pressed it teasingly into you. When he didn't hear you protest again, he pushed fully in.
You cried out, Ghost's cock slipping from your lips as you did. Both men watched a shudder run up your spine as Soap pressed in and out with his finger, timing it with his thrusts. " Please ," you begged in gasps, " please , I-"
Soap picked up his speed, losing a little of his control at the sound of you. " Fuck , listen to her beg."
Ghost lined himself up with your mouth once again and you took him back into your hot mouth eagerly. "We'll give you what you need, love," he said while his other hand stroked your hot cheek, "just keep using that pretty mouth on me."
Soap slid another digit into you, and felt you tighten all around him as he did. You cried out again, but managed to only slightly break the rhythm of your mouth on Ghost.
Any thought of how awkward it would be the next time Soap came over - as he frequently did - left your mind completely. The only thing left in you was the feeling of Soap's cock filling you, his fingers stretching and playing greedily with your ass, and Ghost watching you with adoration as you worked to please him, licking and sucking just how you knew he liked.
You felt like you were burning up and before you knew it your thighs were shaking again as your orgasm swept over you. Your moans were muffled by Ghost's cock, but your body betrayed you - both men recognized your twitches, and they were careful to keep the pace the same as they fucked you through it.
When you finally steadied, Ghost gave Soap a subtle nod, and all at once they pulled away from you. You sucked in breaths as both men watched you look up in confusion and protest at being left so empty .
You couldn't even feel the embarrassment anymore, you just wanted more .
Before you could form words, Soap sat on the couch and brought you into his lap so you were straddling his hips. Both of them maneuvered you so easily, with a gentle but unrelenting strength that you couldn't fight against even if you wanted to.
Soap pushed you back down onto him. He lurched forward and took one of your peaked nipples into his mouth. He struggled to hold back as his teeth toyed with you, biting just hard enough to make you gasp and dig your nails into his hard shoulders.
Soap sat back then, leaning against the back of the sofa and tilting your hips as he did slow, lazy strokes up into you.
Behind you, Ghost spit onto his dick and lined himself up. Your eyes were wide as he grabbed your hips and pushed forward slowly. "Simon," you said nervously as his tip stretched you.
You'd taken him there before, but you'd never been stretched to this degree in both places at once.
"Relax," Ghost hushed from behind you as he pressed deeper into you still. Soap sucked in a breath as he felt Ghost filling you. "See?" Ghost said, almost cooing at you, "Johnny did well stretching you." You moaned as Ghost pulled back slightly, giving you more time to adjust, "Almost there, love." he said, pushing forward again until he was seated fully inside you.
Both men made slow, careful movements in and out of you, their rhythms not quite lining up. An expression of mixed pain and pleasure crossed your face, and Soap sat forward again to gently kiss and suck at your nipples, doing his best to help you through the adjustment. "You're doing so fuckin' well," he breathed. Behind you, Ghost held your throat reassuringly and let you bite his thumb lightly.
After a few long minutes your hips started rocking of their own accord, working to take the two men deeper and faster . You moaned as they picked up their paces hesitantly, waiting to make sure you were ready. Your nails dug into Soap's shoulders and he hissed a breath between his teeth as he gripped your hips tightly.
Your moans filled the room again as they both picked up their speed. Neither of them cared to match the other's rhythm now, and they both were taking you how they wanted.
Ghost held your neck just tightly enough to give you some stability. His other hand held onto the top of one of your thighs as he fucked you roughly from behind. "You look so beautiful when you're getting fucked senseless." he said darkly. You swore you felt yourself get impossibly wetter from his words.
Soap stared up at you intently as he held your hips in place to buck up into you. His breath was ragged at this point, seeing you like this was maddening for him.
He'd only ever seen you be the polite and proper hostess whenever he visited you and Ghost here. And while he always wondered what you might look like naked, or what sounds you made while you were being fucked soundly, and especially wondered how you might taste - he never thought he'd actually get to find out.
You felt Soap's pace become frantic, his brow twisted with focused pleasure. You knew he was close when his eyes met yours and his grip tightened even further on your hips. " Fuck ," he said under his breath.
"Finish in her John, she loves being a little creampie." Soap's eyes widened, as if Ghost had changed some part of the plan they'd concocted. But Soap wasn't about to argue; there was nothing like finishing inside a woman.
Especially one as beautiful as you.
Ghost's pace slowed as he let Soap hold your hips lower to him, slamming up into you mercilessly now. A few strokes later he came inside you, moaning your name as you felt the warmth of his cum fill you.
His eyes were locked on you dreamily as he came, and you realized what Ghost had said was true; Soap really did have a crush on you.
Ghost let go of your neck and pushed you gently forward towards Soap, granting himself a better angle to fuck you. "Should've had more bourbon, Johnny," he said humorously, "you would've lasted longer."
Soap's dick remained hard in you as you leaned forward into him. His dazed eyes were locked on your mouth before he cupped your face and kissed you with everything he had left in him. Ghost picked up the pace behind you, and you cried out into the kiss from the pleasure.
You could feel your legs starting to give out, and you wrapped your arms around Soap in an attempt to stabilize yourself as Ghost fucked you. Beneath you, Soap kissed your neck as his rough hands kneaded and worshiped your thighs once more. "So fucking beautiful," he said, "you're doing so good, lass."
Ghost always knew just how you needed it, and when his fingers reached up under you to play with your swollen and sensitive clit, it was only a matter of time.
To your credit, you held out as long as you could really be expected to. With Ghost's perfect pace - and circling fingers on your clit - not even to mention Soap whispering praises to you as you gasped and moaned against his shoulder all while his hands roamed your body.
Ghost only finally finished inside you as your body spasmed around him, practically milking him dry as you came hard . Even still, he kept playing with your clit, causing you to jump and flinch as your orgasm still swept through you. You felt when Ghost filled you up with his cum, the warmth making you shudder yet again.
Ghost said something that made Soap chuckle, but you were lost to everything around you.
Ghost knelt down behind you as your breathing finally started to even out. He pulled you back just enough to kiss you deeply. Somewhere in the distance, you heard the oven timer go off, but nothing was left in you to care at all.
"Draw you a bath, love?" he asked.
You just nodded, "Mhmm," you agreed. You heard Ghost pull his jeans back on and leave the room. Your eyes refocused onto Soap beneath you. He watched you happily.
"Ready to stand, lass?" he asked, his tone warm and glowing. He wore a smug smile as he watched your face.
Your hands came to rest on his shoulders once again as his length finally slipped out of you. You tried to push yourself up, but found your legs shaking when you tried to put any weight on them.
He felt you shake, and his strong arms wrapped around your back to steady you. You gave a small, embarrassed laugh. "Not quite." you admitted.
He stared at you with reverence, "Take all the time you need, darlin'." he said, his arms still holding you, "I'm in no rush."