The trip to your room had felt even faster than usual, you had never seen the guys move in such swift and practiced unison, unbuckling their belts and unzipping jackets as they quickly and quietly made their way to your door. It was late, past midnight and many soldiers had gone off to sleep or were on night shifts, making it much easier to sneak 3 grown men in your quarters. Still in Prices grasp, Ghost and Soap worked to take your heels off while Price began pulling the zipper of your skirt down. The 4 of you were practically naked by the time you were inside. They wasted no time making themselves comfy and locking the door behind them. The group, now fully enveloped in the heat of the moment, finished shedding their clothing in a frenzy of need and desire.
Ghost and Soap took their places on the bed, eyes fixed on you and their Captain as they drank in the view.
Price, ever the gentleman, carefully set you down on the bed, his hands immediately finding their way back to your body, exploring every inch under the watchful eyes of the other two. Your eyes glossed over your nightstand where a glass of wine from earlier sat, still practically full. You took the glass in your hand gingerly before downing the rest of its contents, against your better judgement. You moved your hand up behind Prices neck, pulling him down to finally kiss you. Price's lips crashed onto yours with a desperate hunger, his desire for you overwhelming any restraint he had left. With Ghost and Soap watching intently, Price deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate dance.
Soap let out a low moan from the edge of the bed.
Soap: Bloody hell, that's hot.
You and Price were both turned on by the idea of the other two watching. These men, your friends of so many years, were about to watch you get railed by your Captain, claiming you as his own in front of the 141. The kiss didn't break when your hand moved down his chest to his stomach, or when you reached further down to finally grab the base of Prices full erection, slowly beginning to stroke, the boys on either side of you followed suite. Your touch, your kissing, and the sight of you stroking his hard on had Price weak in the knees. He growled, a deep, possessive growl against your lips as he felt the intense pleasure building inside him.
Ghost and Soap were entranced, their own hands now mimicking your movements on their pulsing erections, their eyes locked on your every move as you worked your magic on their Captain. You noticed the bit of precum leaking from your Captains tip, and moved your finger over the head, taking it and coating up and down his length, lubing him up for you. He let out a strangled gasp as you teased his sensitive tip, his eyes fluttering shut as he struggled to maintain his composure.
Soap let out a moan of envy from the bedside.
Soap: Christ, Cap, you're a lucky bastard.
Ghost: Looks like the lass knows how to handle her Captain, doesn't she?
Price: I'll have to return the favor for her then? Won't I love?
Price put two of his fingers in your mouth, watching in awe while you sucked and licked on them in drunk desperation, coating them with your spit. He gently took them out before moving between your thighs to return all the pleasure you'd been giving him.
He leaned in, his eyes dark with desire, and his breath hot against your ear.
Price: Now you be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me.
Just as the words left his mouth, Ghost and Soap let out a groan from the bedside. Price slowly started to tease you, rubbing your clit in small circles and running his fingers just over your entrance. It was only when you were practically begging and whining beneath him that he took mercy on you and slid his fingers inside, opening you up for what was to come. He took his time stretching you out. The long, slow, deep thrusts from his fingers already felt like heaven, you couldn't imagine how his cock would feel. You could see Soap and Ghost's faces flushed, sweat starting to bead on their foreheads from the sheer intensity of the scene before them.
Soap let out a ragged breath, running a hand over his face.
Soap: Bloody hell, Cap's fingers are doing a number on the lass, aren't they?
Ghost bit his lip, his gaze fixed on his friends' intimate play.
Ghost: Can't say I blame him. Look at the view he's got.
Y/N: Ive got a pretty good view myself lads.
You were gazing down Prices stomach, where you had been slowly pumping his aching cock, adding a bit more pressure and speed to really rile him up.
Ghost: Looks like he's enjoying it, lads. See how hard he's getting?
Soap: Yeah, he's really struggling to hold off. Can't say I blame him. With you, he can hardly control himself.
Price groaned upon hearing their words.
Price: Christ lads, you're not helping.
Oh Price should not have said that. Now you knew the lads teasing was adding fuel to the fire and you had to join in.
Y/N: He can hardly control himself yeah? Would he talk about me when I wasn't there lads? What would he say?
The perverted filth proceeding from Ghost and Soap's was like lightning on your skin, electrifying the moment to an intensity you'd never felt before.
Soap: Oh, the things he'd say about you, love...
Ghost: We'd be treated to quite the descriptive show of his fantasies involving you.
Price's face went red from embarrassment, his eyes narrowing as he grumbled,
Price: You lads could at least spare me a morsel of dignity.
Soap: Sorry Sir, not a chance.
The three of you had never seen your Captain this undone and vulnerable before, and you certainly weren't done your little show of making him squirm.
Y/N: And what would he do to me in these.. fantasies of his?
You asked the question so innocently, knowing fully well you were driving Price mad with lust. Ghost let out an exaggerated sigh.
Ghost: Oh, where to begin, love. He'd take you in every way imaginable. Against the wall, on the bed, even in the field.
Soap: And he'd make sure you were satisfied in every single one of those scenarios.
The boys knew the long game you were playing with Price; to get him completely unraveled, all hot and bothered before giving him everything he wanted from you.
Y/N: On the field too John? I had no idea you were such an exhibitionist.
Price groaned as you called him out, blushing furiously as the lads snickered at your revelation. Ghost looked particularly amused, his eyes glittering with mischief.
Ghost: Who would've thought our Captain here had a bit of an exhibitionist streak? Not that I'm complaining.
Soap: Certainly spices things up, that's for sure.
Y/N: Maybe I'll make him lay claim to me in front of the new recruits, let everyone know who I belong to.
You gasped as Price curled his fingers deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot that had you making the prettiest sounds. The lads chuckled at your suggestion, and Price couldn't help but feel a sense of heat spreading through him. The thought of claiming you in front of the new recruits sent a shiver down his spine.
Ghost: Oh, I'd pay to see that show.
Soap: Aye, it'd be quite the spectacle. Our Captain marking his territory for all to see.
Y/N:It would be pretty hot for you to show everyone exactly why you are in charge around here. Show them how a real Captain treats his teammates well.
You were getting desperate to feel Price inside you, his fingers were amazing but you needed all of him, every single inch, every last drop. You stopped stroking his cock to change positions so you're on top now, grinding your bare pussy along his shaft, letting him feel your wetness run down the length of his cock. He let out a low groan as you moved against him, and he felt how wet you were. His grip on you grew tighter, and he started to buck his hips up, trying to get as much friction as he could from you. Ghost and Soap watched, their eyes dark with desire.
Ghost: Looks like someone's getting impatient lads.
Soap: Can't blame her. Our Captain's been teasing her for long enough.
Price: Gotta work her open first, make sure I won't hurt her.
You looked at his size and he was big, but you wanted every inch. Your hips were moving faster now, wanting to tease him just a bit more before you took his whole length up your very needy pussy. Soap let out a low whistle, his eyes fixed on your body.
Soap: Aye, it's a good thing you're getting warmed up, love. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. Can't say I blame you though. If I was in your position, I wouldn't hesitate to get a piece of our Captain.
You could see from he was already getting hard just from the spectacle he was witnessing. You filed away Soaps little confession about wanting Price, the possibility of using it later was enticing. The moaning beneath you was getting louder and more frequent. You knew Price wouldn't last much longer at this rate, but God it was hot to see him squirm under you. Price's grip on your hips had now turned into a vise. You could see how hard he was struggling to hang on, his face turning red and his body glistening with sweat. The lads continued to watch, both of them now fully hard and stroking themselves at the sight before them.
Ghost: Bloody hell, Cap. You look like you're about to explode.
A devious smirk crossed your lips as you looked at Price.
Y/N: Maybe we should give our Captain a quick break to cool down.
You leaned in close to Price, both of your chests pressed into each other as you lifted yourself off his hips and moved up so you were directly over his face.
Y/N: I should give you a treat for your hard work.
You placed yourself back down, only now you were grinding on Price's face, and he wasted ZERO time grabbing your thighs and holding you firm, wanting desperately to kiss and lick every part of you. You gasped sharply as his tongue made swirling circles on your clit.
Y/N: Oh fuck, just like that.
Ghost: Christ, that's hot."
Soap: Bloody hell, you're making it hard for us to keep our hands off ourselves.
Your eyes darkened at Soaps last comment, getting a new idea. With Price still occupied between your legs, you reached across both sides of him to grab Ghost and Soaps aching hard cocks and began to slowly stroke them both.
Y/N: Well I don't mind putting my hands on you two.
Ghost and Soap both let out low groans at your touch, their eyes fluttering shut as you stroked both of them.
Ghost: Bloody hell, that feels good.
Soap: Aye, can't say I don't enjoy a bit of your attention ourselves, love.
You continued to stroke up and down their lengths, occasionally stopping and starting to keep them on edge. Eventually they had lost the ability to stay still and were freely thrusting into your hands, doing the work for you. Their breathing had now turned into short, raggedy pants. They were clearly struggling to control themselves, occasionally meeting each other's gazes and holding them lovingly.
Meanwhile, Price was in another world beneath you. The sound of his whole team moaning in pleasure filled the room and made him all the more active in driving you over the edge. He went from kissing to licking to sucking on your clit in smooth, precise motions that had you unintentionally gripping the lads cocks even harder while you stroked. They both groaned at the added pressure. The tension had built up throughout the night, and now you were all so desperate for release. Soap couldn't help but speak up, his voice sounding strained.
Soap: Bloody hell, I don't know how long I can take this, love.
Y/N: I can say the same about our captain here, he's damn near got me at my limit.
Price took this opportunity to grab your thighs and bring you down to his chest, the way he effortlessly manhandled you, even in his dazed out state, made you dizzy with lust.
Price: That so love?
Before you knew it, he moved his grip from your thighs to your hips and lifted you up. In one swift motion he had flipped you over and he was now the one on top, both his hands placed by your head. He lined his cock up, just teasing at your slit. You were already so wet for him.
Price: Don't wanna keep you waiting then…
He smiled devilishly before thrusting into you, all the way to the hilt, one thrust. You gasped out in ecstasy as Price lowered himself closer to you, and set the rhythm with each delicious snap forward of his hips. The lads were awestruck to say the least. The sight before Ghost and Soap was one they had only heard about or fantasized about before in the past. Now they were witnessing it up close and in motion, and it was even better than they ever expected.
Ghost could barely speak, his eyes fixed on the passionate scene before him. He could only manage one sentence.
Ghost: Bloody... hell... Cap.
Soap's breathing was heavy, and he too could barely say a word.
Soap: You... look... amazing... together.
If they thought they were witnessing a spectacle before, they were about to find out the show was only just getting started.