You and Ghost were in a separate car from the others, driving back to base after a mission that lasted all, day.

You were insanely hungry so you forced Ghost to pull into McDonalds. As you got up to the food pick-up window your crawled over into Ghosts lap to grab your food.

Though, you didn’t pay any attention on how you were positioned, you were just focused on getting your food.

Ghost look at your ass and start had bulge under his pants

You grinding on his crotch like that only makes it worse, he curses under his breath. "Shit... just like that..." His hand grips your waist tighter as you continue to move against him. It's been a long day and this little attention from you is all he needs right now.

"That's right, baby." He grins. "Only I can understand what you need."

"I'll be good," he whispers back, gritting his teeth as you continue to move against him. "Just let me have a little of that afterwards..." His other hand moves up your thigh, gripping the fabric of your pants and slowly pulling it higher up your leg. He wants more skin-on-skin contact. "After we eat, I'll take you somewhere nice... we can play all night."

He nods, not trusting himself to speak right now. It's too much. The feel of you on him... so close to being able to touch more skin... God, he wants it. "I promise." He whispers, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over your inner thigh now. "Just a little longer..."

His breath hitches as you whisper those words into his ear. The way you're grinding on him, the soft moans and sounds you're making... it's too much. "That could be arranged..." He whispers, a hand sliding up your thigh to cup your aching sex through your panties. "After we finish eating." His thumb brushes over your clit as he speaks, just hard enough to drive you even wilder with need.

He growls, his fingers pressing harder against you through your panties. "You're right. I want that." His voice is rough with desire as he pushes against you, grinding against your hand at the same time. His other hand moves up, gripping your breast roughly through your shirt before tweaking your nipple hard.

"Let's get out of here," he whispers hoarsely, his breath hot against your neck. "I need to taste you."

He growls low in his throat, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. His hand cups your ass and squeezes tightly as he pulls you roughly against him. "I'll take care of that," he promises darkly. "Just get out of here with me." He reaches up to grab the food off the counter, glancing back at you as if daring you not to follow. Once it's all in his hand, he leads the way out of the store and toward their car, a dangerous look in his eye that says he won't stop until you get what you want - and more.

His eyes glint in the dark as he watches you climb over him, his hand coming up to cup your breast roughly through your shirt. "That's what I want," he growls. "You want me so bad... but I need you more." His other hand moves between your legs, slipping under the crotch of your pants and boxers before pressing a finger against your aching clit. "Is that right?"

Without waiting for an answer, he pushes his finger inside you, fucking you with it roughly as he strokes your clit with his thumb. His other hand grips your hip tightly, pulling you down harder onto his cock as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you. "Tell me what you want," he demands between gritted teeth. "Tell me how much you need this."

His eyes widen at your words, and he bites down on his lip. "You're gonna have it," he growls, thrusting harder between your legs as he slides another finger in alongside the first one. "And when I taste you all over my face..." His free hand comes up to cup your breast roughly through your shirt, pinching and twisting the hardened nipple. "...you'll know I'm addicted."

With one final thrust of his fingers deep inside you, he yanks them out with a pained groan as he finally lets go. His tongue darts out to lap at your wetness on his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me..." He breathes roughly against your folds. "...when I taste this... when you're all over my face... do you come harder?"

His tongue flicks out again, circling around your opening before pressing inside, slipping past the tight ring of muscle to delve deep into your heat. You tense as he pushes past the resistance, but once his tongue slides easily in and out, you can't help but arch your back and moan his name.

"That's right..." He whispers hoarsely against your entrance. "You belong to me." His other hand grips your hip tightly as he begins to thrust his tongue in and out, sucking on you greedily. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as you writhe under him, helpless against the intensity of pleasure coursing through your body. "And I'm never letting go."

The feel of your nails digging into his skin only spurs him on. His thrusts become harder, deeper as he takes more of you into his mouth, sucking and licking with abandon. One hand comes up to curl around your breast through the fabric of your shirt, pinching and tweaking roughly until you're arching off the seat in search of relief from the ache building between your legs. "That's it..." he breathes against your wet folds, his tongue sliding even deeper. "Come for me."

His free hand comes up to grip the back of your head, forcing your face closer to his lap as he fucks you with his tongue while thrusting his fingers inside you. You can't help but moan his name, over and over, as waves after waves of pleasure crash through you. It feels so good, having him touch you like this... like he owns every inch of your body. And maybe... just maybe... he does.

He growls deep in his throat, feeling your orgasm roll through you and claim him as well. His fingers curl tight inside you, not wanting to let go as you clench around them, forcing out moan after moan onto his skin. His tongue works overtime, lapping up every last drop of your essence before he finally relents with a satisfied groan. With one final thrust, he pushes himself away from you and removes his hand from between your legs. "There," he says hoarsely, breath coming out in short gasps. "I've had my fill." He glances down at your glistening chest before meeting your eyes once more. "Your turn."

His voice is dark and commanding, daring you to deny him even as his own need throbs through him. His fingers trail up your stomach, hovering over the button of your pants for a moment before slipping beneath to begin working on the zipper. "I want to taste every inch of you," he growls lowly, spreading your legs wider as his other hand dips between them, fingers skimming lightly across your wet folds. "And when I'm done... we'll see who gets addicted."

His voice turns almost playful as he says the last part, but there's no mistaking the possessive glint in his eye or the tight grip on your hip. This time, it's different. There won't be any letting go once he has you where he wants you. And gods help anyone who tries to interfere with that.

His hand slides between your legs, slippery with your own arousal as he circles your entrance, teasing and tormenting. One finger presses against you, searching for your inner core before sliding in deep with a groan of satisfaction. His other hand cups your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt, pinching and tweaking until you arch off the seat again. "Fuck," he breathes against your folds as he begins to thrust his fingers inside you in time with his sucking on your clit. "You taste so fucking good."

He moans deep in his throat as your come covers his face, tickling his nose and filling his mouth with the taste of you. His fingers thrust harder inside you, curling tighter as he takes everything you have to give. "Fuck..." He growls against your folds, licking up every drop before pulling back enough to look at you with hooded eyes. "I need more." His hands move to grip your hips roughly, lifting and lowering you on his face as he continues to feast on you.

"Tell me what you want," he breathes out, hand sliding between your legs again to tease your entrance as his other fingers curl back around, digging into the flesh of your inner thighs. "Tell me how I can make it better."

His eyes widen at your words, and his thrusts become more ferocious in reply. He sucks hard on your clit, the vibrations sending shivers through your core as he fingers you faster and deeper. "That's it," he growls out between raspy breaths. "You want me hungry? You want my need for you to be so fucking bad it hurts?" He slides one hand up your body, gripping your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt as he pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers. "I'll give it to you." His lips press against you once more, teeth nipping at your folds as he continues to feast on you. "I'll be ravenous for every inch of you." He groans as he feels you trembling beneath him, growing closer and closer to that edge again.

He growls against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. "I could make you feel like this every day of the week and twice on Sundays," he pants, hips moving faster as he takes you closer to the edge once more. His fingers find their rhythm inside you, curling tighter until it almost hurts and his tongue thrusts deep into your folds, relentlessly sucking at your clit as if he's trying to milk it for all it's worth.

His free hand reaches down, taking hold of your thigh and raising it up so that he can get deeper, faster. He groans low in his throat as you tighten around him, the sensation of being claimed so completely sending shivers racing up and down his spine. "I'll make you come so hard this time," he promises breathlessly against your skin before thrusting both fingers deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot that sends shudders through every inch of your body as your orgasm crashes over you in waves.

His eyes glint dangerously as he looks down at you, still catching his breath. His fingers curl tighter inside you, bringing you one last orgasm that feels like it wants to tear you apart. "And now..." he growls, leaning in and capturing your lips in a deep, demanding kiss that sends shivers down your spine, "...you taste me." His tongue slides past your teeth, tasting the bitter tang of him mixed with the sweetness of you as their tongues dance together.

With one final thrust, he pulls his fingers free and pushes up onto his knees, breathing heavily through his nose as he looks down at where he's left you- drenched in your essence and gasping for air. He shoves a hand through his hair, trying to calm the racing beat of his heart, but it's no use. You've marked him just as thoroughly as he's marked you, leaving him aching and needy for more. "Come here," he rasps out roughly after a moment, reaching down to tug you closer until your bodies are flush from thigh to chest. His free hand grips the back of your neck, holding you still as he bends to press his lips against yours once more.

The kiss is rough and hungry, possessive and demanding. It's a claiming, marking you as his for now and forever. And when he finally pulls away, he knows without a doubt that there's no going back. You belong to him now, body and soul.

His eyes narrow slightly as he listens to you, but his lips curl into a knowing smirk as he shifts position so that your body is cradled entirely in the crook of his arm. "Is that right?" He asks, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing it with the pad of his thumb. "Maybe I could help you with that." His free hand moves up under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. The touch sends a jolt of arousal straight to your core, making your hips twitch restlessly against him.

"But," he breathes, eyes darkening further as they travel over every inch of you, "I think I'd enjoy teasing you first." His thumb flicks across your hardened nipple again, eliciting a gasp from deep in your throat as he begins to roll it faster and firmer. "Unless," he continues, nipping at the soft skin just behind your ear before soothing it with his lips, "you want me to stop?"

His free hand slips down between your legs again, fingers brushing lightly against your still-slick folds as he watches your face for any sign of what you might want.

His eyes darken even further at your words, his free hand curling around your hip as he feels the tension building inside you once more. He increases the pressure on your nipple, flicking and rolling it roughly between his fingers as his other hand slides lower down your stomach, dipping under the waistband of your pants to stroke lightly over your aching core. "You'll feel even better when you come for me," he rasps against your neck, thumb flicking faster and firmer against your hardened nipple until it's almost painful. "But not yet." His hand moves between your legs again, fingers splaying wide as they part your folds and dip lower, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves hiding beneath your entrance. He doesn't touch you there...not yet. Instead, he circles, teasing, tormenting until your hips arch off the seat in a desperate attempt to get closer to his fingers. "Tell me what you want," he growls out, eyes fixed on yours as he waits for your reply. "And don't lie."

His eyes narrow as he listens to your words, the need in your voice almost painful. One hand slips from beneath your shirt, tracing light circles on your stomach as his fingers curl into a fist, drawing power from the contact with your skin. The other hand slides between your legs again, this time pressing firmly against your entrance before pushing past the tight ring of muscle to dip deeper.

"Tell me how much you want this," he growls out roughly, fingers curling tighter as he feels her wet heat surrounding him. His thumb presses firmly against your clit, rubbing in circles as he thrusts his finger deeper, searching for that spot that will send you over the edge. "Tell me what you'd do to feel me inside you like this."

His breath catches as he listens to you beg, your words sending shockwaves of desire through him. His fingers curl tighter inside you, finding the spot that sends shivers racing up and down your spine as he begins to thrust harder and faster. "That's it," he grunts out between gritted teeth, his hips rocking against yours in time with his hand. His other hand moves from your hip, cupping your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt before rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Tell me more," he growls down at you, looking for any sign of how much this is affecting you. "What else would you do to feel me like this?" His fingers stroke deeper inside you, curling up so that they hit that spot again and again, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in an endless tide.

"Fuck," he groans as you tighten around his fingers, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. His free hand cups your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt, squeezing and rolling as he looks down at where they're connected, watching in awe as your nipple hardens to meet his touch.

His hips rock faster, harder against yours, fingers thrusting deeper with every thrust. "You want me hungry?" he rasps out between clenched teeth, one hand slipping from beneath your shirt to cup your breast fully through the bra, fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive peak. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making your body tremble uncontrollably around him. "You want me addicted?" He groans as he feels you start to tremble beneath him, hips stuttering with each thrust of his fingers.

"Then this..." His free hand slides between your legs again, fingers curling tightly around your aching clit, rubbing firmly as he presses deeper inside you with his fingers. "This is what I'll give you." His thumb finds its rhythm against your throbbing bud, circling and rolling as he thrusts hard and deep, seeking the edge of your control.

"Come for me," he growls out hoarsely, watching intently as your body tenses and releases around him. "Let it out, baby."

His fingers move faster, harder, mercilessly driving you towards the peak, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure crashing through you until finally you scream his name as your orgasm crashes over you in an endless, pulsing release. Your muscles clench and spasm around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his fingers before col

His gaze meets yours as he looks down at you, breathing heavily through his nose. "You're not so bad yourself," he whispers hoarsely, fingers still moving lazily in gentle circles on your skin. He pulls back enough to look at you properly, eyes roaming over every inch of your flushed face and exposed chest. "I could get used to this."

One hand slides from beneath your shirt, cupping your breast fully through the bra as he gently rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The other hand continues to caress your skin, fingers tracing lazy circles along your stomach and hip. "So much feels better with you here."