The air is cold and still as your team gathers into a circle to discuss the plan of attack. The adrenaline rushes through you at the thought of being the one to claim that flag to finish the game.
“Peter take these 3, Molly with the 2 on your right, (Y/N) you’re with me”. Eric looks at you all serious, he’s so damn competitive.
“Oh Eric, want me all to yourself eh?” You tease, he cocks an eyebrow. He’s used to your flirtacious behaviour now.
We split up and take separate ways, you and Eric head behind the containers. You jump as the crack of gunfire starts and Eric shoves you down behind the metal box, pushing himself down inches in front of you. You watch him check the area, eyes alert. He’s so close you can smell him, that smell you love, and your heart starts pounding.
“Breathing a little heavy initiate, nervous?” He turns to you, smirking. He’s so harsh but something about him draws you to him.
“As if.” You scoff and start towards the building next to you, Eric follows. This time its you that sees the opposing team and you push him against the wall, holding him there by his hard chest while you look back, gun raised in one hand to check for any threats. When you turn back, Eric is staring at you, chewing his lip.
“Whats up with you?” You ask, hand still on his chest.
He takes your hand off, turning you round so you swap positions, him pushing you against the wall.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re all fired up you know.” He says, voice low.
He places his hands on your hips and moves his leg between your thighs, putting pressure on your crotch.
“Well, this took a turn. What about the game Mr.Competitive?” You smirk, grabbing his muscular arms and pulling him closer.
“Fuck the game.” He growls, hoisting you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around him. He starts rough with your mouth, trailing kisses down your body as his fingers fumble to unbutton your shirt. You take his off now problem and trace your fingers over his muscular chest and stomach, moaning as he nips at your skin. You take off each other pants and he spins you round to face the wall.
“Bend over initiate” He demands, and you do as he says. Theres something so hot about the way he calls you that. You place your hands on the wall and bend, he moves his fingers over your ass and thighs tickling higher and higher. He grunts and you gasp as he runs his finger over your wetness and plays with your clit.
“Eric..please..” You moan.
He grabs your hips and teases his tip against your slit. Impatient, you push yourself onto him and you both moan as he starts thrusting, harder and deeper, fingers digging into your sides. With one hand on the wall you play with yourself, panting.
All too soon you feel your insides squeezing and his pace quickens as you both climax.
“Fuck!” He pants, pulling out of you, you both collapse on the floor.
A few minutes later you hear cries of joy, and disappointment; someone must have got the flag.
“Ah shit” You groan, “Time to go”. He just looks at you and you both smirk. You both get up, him smacking your ass on the way. You yelp and he laughs.
“We should play games like this more often” You smirk and he laughs.
“Maybe we should, but you know, ill always win.” He winks, pulling his jacket on.
You cock and eye brow and kiss him one last time before heading out to join the others.
(I CANT REMEMBER WHO I SAID ID WRITE THIS FOR GOD DAMMIT IM SORRY :( SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ILY)