Captain John Price x Reader

Twenty-Nine (Smut)

With his eyes lowered, John started to thrust into you.

His movements were a bit slow at first, teasing and almost like torture to your desperate mind.

You wanted him.

Your body was craving him.

It felt like you were no one but a dog in heat, ready for him to take you like no other.

Whimpering, you tried to arch your back so that he had to thrust harder.

But his hand snapped forward and wrapped around your neck again.

With a growl stuck in his throat, he put his entire weight on you.

"I lead.", he whispered with hoarse breath. "Don't question my authority. Not this time."

He pulled back and smashed into you so hard again that a wave of pleasure made your legs shake.

"John!", you gasped.

He sighed and leaned back again to close his eyes.

His thrusts fastened.

"Just like that.", his fingers squeezed your throat shut for a moment before allowing you to catch your breath again. "I like the way you sound right now. Obedient, desperate, such a small mouth. Be more like this."

Your head was spinning.

The lack of air only added to your messy state of mind.

Pressing your glowing forehead against the cold doors, you arched your back and started grinding into his movements.

"As you wish.", you gasped. "John..."

His dick reached deep. So deep that every hard thrust of his left a short moment of pain that melted into pleasure, only to be followed by another pinch.

Everything was hot.

His hairy chest that pressed against your back, his hand that was wrapped around your throat.

Gasping for air, you tried to gain some self control.

But it was no use.

All you could do was meet his movements every single time he hit your back.

"John...", you managed to squeeze out.

"You can still talk?", he asked with a teasing smirk and picked up a quicker, harsher pace. "Let's change that, eh?"

A moan dripped from your moist lips.

He knew what he was doing.

The way he moved told you that he had a bunch of practice. He knew how to give pleasure.

Every move, no matter how soft or harsh it was, managed to make your insides burn with excitement.

His cock twitched inside of you. It was bending slightly upwards, causing him to hit your innermost with every thrust.

The way the veins rubbed against your walls was enough to make you throw your head back and moan again.

It was so loud that it echoed inside the small elevator and probably also seeped through the cracks, into the rest of the building.

It seemed like the sounds gave him a good ego boost.

"John.", your nails scratched over the metal. "Harder... faster!"

A huff escaped him.

His grip around your throat tightened.

All of a sudden his muscles tensed. He pulled you back, forcing you to stand on your tip toes, while he was standing straight, chest pressed against your back.

His free hand went to lay on your lower stomach for support while the other still kept you hostage.

"You want it rough, luv?", he asked, an audible grin in his words. "Don't ask me for something you'll regret."

Your hands reached back to bury your nails in the rough fabric of his jeans.

"If I can walk tomorrow, you didn't do me right.", you hissed as a challenge.

He accepted.

Chuckling, he pressed his cheek against yours.

The hair of his beard was scratchy, but in a pleasant manner, like the rough fur of a bear.

With a soft moan, you reached behind you to grab a fist full of his short hair.

He growled, thrusting harder into you.

His hot breath stroked your face.

The scent of alcohol and fruit juice stuck to him. It was pleasant but also a reminder that this wasn't the real Price acting.

There was a saying that went drunk people and children always told the truth.

Maybe this was the truth, his desire to fuck you. But the sober version of himself would have never.

With more force he kept pounding into you, harder than before.

The force was enough to make your insides burn.

Your knees started to shake.

"John!", you moaned as a dull feeling of pleasure started to grow between your legs.

It felt like hot liquid was dripping all over you.

"Just like that.", he growled and pushed his hips up without warning.

His rough voice send shivers down your spine.

Your nipples pulled together.

The tip of his dick pierced your innermost.

Struck by surprise, you lost your balance and fell to your knees.

But John didn't let go of you.

Instead, he kneeled down as well and pushed you back on his dick.

He was throbbing, the tip already dripping with pre cum.

"Fuckin' hell, luv.", he gasped and grabbed your hips to return to his harsh pace. "You feel bloody nice..."

Your walls felt like they were on fire.

His length was already swollen as his hips snapped up and hit a spot that made you scream in ecstasy.

The heat was starting to throb inside your middle. It felt like you were about to explode.

"John...", you whimpered, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. "Fuck! I'm... so close!"

His breath was heavier now, shorter.

The way he thrusted into you started to get sloppier but also more powerful, as if he was trying to gather his last strength to finish it.

The pace quickened.

The sound of bodies slamming into each other filled the air.

All at once he started to groan, bend over you and buried himself so deep inside that your eyes rolled back.

Your legs started to shake as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

With a scream on your lips you made a mess all over the floor.

The world was spinning.

Your head was glowing.

Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top.

The feeling of thick, warm liquid filled your insides.

"I- I didn't plan this to happen...", you gasped out of breath.

He pulled out, leaving a feeling of emptiness.

"Yeah, well...", his darkened eyes examined your face. "Play stupid games, win stupid prices."

He reached out to wipe away the trace of saliva on your chin with his thumb.