Simon "Ghost" Riley

You were on your knees in front of the lieutenant, Simon "Ghost" Riley, who seemed to take some form of pleasure seeing you in this position. Nothing unusual was happening, at least for now...

Your hands were on the top of your thighs, which were together to prevent any sign of you being aroused being noticeable. You slowly looked up at the male, whose gaze was strictly on you. Even with the majority of his face being covered, his darkened eyes were unusually squinted, signaling that he had some smile on his face—Smirk or smile, it was evident.

Surely enough, his gloved hand would go to your hair and begin to squeeze a good amount in his large hand before finally stroking the crown of your head, barely bringing you closer to the view you were given—His crotch, which was hard as a fucking rock.

As you sat there, staring straight ahead at his crotch, you felt his foot wriggle between your two thighs, trying to open them up to get you in a more vulnerable, and perhaps submissive, position. Once your legs were spread, you immediately feel his boot beginning to massage your crotch...

The way you sounded when feeling his boot up against your crotch—Limited and nervous—It made all his thoughts more lewd, including how he wanted to shove every inch of his hardened cock down your throat and watch you writhe in pleasure.