Call of Duty | Oneshots

Not Done Yet | Price

More smut. Injoy, you beautiful baddies.

I still couldn't believe it. I had finally come out about my feelings towards my Captain, John Price, and he told me I wasn't old enough for him. I didn't get it, I'm 25 years old. That's only a 12 year age difference. I'm still a grown adult who's capable of taking care of myself. I've shown the team that I'm the real deal. So why doesn't Price see me as a mature woman? It's like he still sees me as an 18 year old that first joined the force. I needed to show him that I was grown. I needed to show him I could take what he had to offer.
I tried pushing away my feelings all those months ago, but every time, he spoke to me like a friend. I felt myself falling for him further and further. He is my Captain, and at first, I thought it was inappropriate until I started to hope that maybe he felt the same way. So I told him, and that's when it all went sideways.
He hasn't treated me differently ever since he shot me down a week ago, but my feelings for him still haven't gone away. He also isn't helping my situation by being a good man.

I was waiting at the base when we got word that the mission was successful, and they were on their way back, just a couple hours out.
I needed to come up with a plan. I needed to find a way to convince him I could have him, and he could have me. I know he found me attractive because I'm constantly catching him staring at me like I'm his prey. But he rejects the idea that we could be together simply because of my age; it's the only excuse he's ever used.
I decided to get him drunk to help him relax so we could talk. I heard that drunk words are sober thoughts. So, if I could just get him to admit his feelings for me, then we could move on. But I just needed him to tell me the truth. I just wanted to talk.
I waited in the lounge with a bottle of whiskey and 2 glasses. I played on my phone until I heard the doors open and chattering from down the hall. I sat up straight, set my phone face down, and waited. Most of the guys walked past until I decided to open the bottle and pour myself some whiskey. Price glanced into the room before stopping and realizing it was just me. "Ello." he said proudly, stepping into the room. He was happy because the mission went well.
"Hey." I responded. "Whiskey?" I asked, extending the glass out to him, but I still didn't get up from my seat.
He glanced around before walking over to me. "Sure." he shrugged, taking the glass and then sitting down on the other end of the couch. I filled up the other glass before drinking it in full. He stared at me with wide eyes as I refilled up my glass. "You alright?" He asked, and I nodded
"Peachy." I replied, drinking my whiskey again. I needed him to believe that I just wanted to drink. I didn't want him to know that I was planning on getting him to admit his feelings for me. He took a small swing of his whiskey before resting his hands in his lap, twirling the glass around. I rested my arm on the back of the couch and laid my head in my hand, staring at the side of his face. "Has anything interesting happened lately?" I asked, drinking my whiskey.
He shrugged and shook his head. "No. Not really." he replied before drinking. I nodded slowly and drank what was left in my glass and refilled it once more. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, looking at me. His eyes held concern and confusion.
"Mm," I shook my head as I finished off my whiskey again. "Why? What would be the matter?" I looked at him with lifted eyebrows.
"I don't know." He paused, glancing around the room. "Maybe because of what we talked about... A while ago." his eyes shifted down to my glass that was now empty, but I reached over and set it down on the table.
"Well, now that you mentioned it." I paused, and he stared at me with regret. "I want to know why you think I'm not old enough." I explained, staring at him sternly.
His eyes widened, and he sighed softly as his shoulders fell, and he looked away while shaking his head. "Because you're not." he said, and my lip curled.
"You know age is just a number after a certain time." I suggested, and his eyes shot over to me. "We've been friends for a long time." He nodded, eagrly. "And I see the way you look at me." I tilted my head, and his cheeks slightly turned pink. "So what else is holding you back?" I asked, scooting inches closer to him, but he shifted in his seat. "Do you even find me attractive?" I asked and tilted my head.
"Of course I do." He defended himself, and I leaned back a little.
"Okay and." I shrugged
"I'm not good enough for you. You don't want a guy like me." He said, lifting his glass and drinking the rest of it.
But he was wrong. He was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. "That's a load of bullshit," I chuckled, shaking my head before grabbing the bottle. "More?" I asked. He nodded, extending his hand out to me, and I refilled the glass before he chubbed it and handed it out to me again. I tried not to smile to myself as I refilled his glass, and he took another swing. "What makes you think you're not good enough?" I asked. His eyes moved to mine, and he was trying to find an answer. "Because I think you're good enough." I whispered, leaning closer. His breath hitched as he glanced at my lips. "I want to find out how good you actually are." I slowly lifted my hand and gently cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and scraped his lips against my palm before pulling his head away. I sighed, and my hand fell. "Or not." I huffed and stood up. He sat up as I turned and looked at him. "I guess you just don't have what it takes." I put my hands on my hips.
His eyebrows scrunched together. "Now, wait a minute." He stood up, and our bodies were inches apart.
"Don't worry." I chuckled and rested my hand on his chest. "Sometimes it's just too much. The intimidation and thought of what you might be getting into. I get it, I know I'm dangerous." I gently patted his chest and walked away.
"Fuck.." he whispered and set the glass down.
I nearly made it to my bedroom when my shoulders were grabbed and my front side was pinned against the door, then a thick British voice whispered. "My room. 30 minutes. That's an order." he said harshly in my ear. I looked over my shoulder to realize it was Price.
I tried to hide my excitement. "Yes, sir." I responded, biting my lip before he let go of me and walked away. My heart began to pound as I entered my room and decided to take a quick shower. I made sure to shave everywhere and sprayed some hormone perfume on my collarbone and wrists. I stepped out of my room, scanning the hallway, then marched to John's door. I knocked gently and glanced up and down before the door swung open, and my hand was grabbed before I was pulled into the room. I didn't have time to say anything before he cupped my cheeks and pulled my lips to his. It was almost unexpected but not unwanted. He used his foot to shut the door and moved his hands to my lower back. I smiled, kissing back passionately and lifting one of my legs to wrap around the back of his thigh. He hummed against my lips, grabbing my thigh tightly to keep my body against his. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and pressed my hips against his. He pushed his lips harder against mine and grabbed my ass with his other hand that wasn't holding my thigh. I moaned into his mouth and pulled away to take off his shirt. He let go of my body, and I threw his shirt to the ground before removing my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so now I was bare chested in front of him. "Jesus fucking christ." He groaned, pulling my body to his by my hips and kissing my throat and collarbone. He inhaled when his noses touched my neck. I guess the performance really works. His chest was warm and relaxing. I melted against him as I slowly started walking backward to the bed. He left hickeys on my skin and spun us around before and looked into my eyes. "Be a good girl." His hand cupped my throat, holding my face close to his. I gasped lightly and hid it behind a moan from the grip he had on my throat. "And suck." He whispered and sat down on the bed.
"Yes, sir." I got down on my knees in front of him. He smirked and stared at me lustfully as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Price huffed heavily as I pulled down his pants and boxer enough that his c*ck stood up in front of me. "I've waited so long for this." I admitted before gently grabbing the base of his hard shaft and stroking up and down. He ground quietly and rolled his head back while resting on his hands behind him.
I set up and took the tip into my mouth, sucking it harshly. He looked back down at me. "You can do better than that." He whispered heavily, placing his hand on the back of my head and slowly pushing my mouth further on to his c*ck. I closed my eyes and moaned when the tip touched the back of my throat. "That's it." He smirked and watched me move my head up and down. "Good girl." He muttered just before a soft groan could escape his lips. I clenched my thighs and started moving my hand up-and-down the part that my mouth couldn't fit. I never had a praise kink, but I've also never sucked John's dick before. It was hot the way he was staring at me with hunger in his eyes. He finally realized I was more than capable of what he was giving me credit for. He tightened his grip on my hair, forcing my head up and down. "Just like that, love." He groaned and tossed his head back. I moaned again and pulled my mouth off with a loud pop while licking my lips. He looked up at me confused, "Why'd you stop?" He demanded, looking frustrated.
I stood up to my feet before sliding down my pants and crawling into his lap. He smirked up at me as he wrapped his arms around my hips. "I need to feel you in a different kind of way." I told him, and he chuckled heavily before grabbing my hips and pulling me down all the way into his c*ck.
I gasped quietly from the size, gripping his shoulders tightly. "What's wrong, love? I thought you were a grown woman." He teased, and I looked at him lustfully before I pulled up and lowered myself back down. His eyes fluttered close before he attacked my neck with his lips. His hands tightened on my hips and guided me up and down as I moaned quietly in his ear. "Fuck. Your.." I moaned and I bounced to his rhythm. "So big. I can barely fit you." I whimpered and tossed my head back. The feeling of him stretching me out was exhilarating.
"Oh, but look at you." He forced my hips down onto him all the way again, and I moaned heavily. "You're doing such a good job." He whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek and then my lips. I cupped his face with my hands and kissed back as he let me start bouncing again. The taste of his lips was addicting. I never wanted to pull away, so I didn't. I moaned against his lips as I bounced. I was starting to lose air but then I remember that I could breathe through my nose so fuck it. I pushed him back onto the bed by his shoulders and started bouncing aggressively, still making out with him. He groaned deeply and thrusted up into me. I moaned and pulled my lips away to press our foreheads together as I bounced. His hands held my hips and he helped me bounce since I was starting to lose feeling in my legs. "Fuck" I whined "I.. I can't-" He cut me off by flipping us over that way he was standing at the end of the bed and I was on my back.
He placed my legs on his shoulders, holding on to my knees as he started pounded into me. "I'm not done with you yet, beautiful." Price whispered huskily as he leaned forward so my legs were to my chest. I let out a high-pitched moan from the new angle and held on to his biceps as he thrusted.
He picked up one of his legs, setting his knee on the bed next to my ass and lifted himself up to thrust a little faster. "Oh, my god!" I moaned loudly
"You love that, dont ya? The way I use you like a toy?" He asked, still pounding.
I nodded. "Yes." I moaned, closing my eyes.
He pulled my head up a little bit by the back of my neck, and I looked into his lustful eyes. "Yes, what?" He growled
"Y-yes, sir.." I bit my lip, and he smirked down at me.
"Good girl." He let go of my neck to grab my knees and opened my legs widely before sliding one of his hands down to my thigh and rubbing my clit gently with his thumb. I closed my eyes again and arched my back. He rubbed my clit and thrusted perfectly.
It was seconds before my orgasm started approaching and I curled my toes, getting ready. "Don't stop.. please. I'm so close." I begged and he chuckled, taking his hand away from my clit before moving my leg over to the other one. That way I was on my side.
"I told you." He grabbed my shoulder, pushing my chest to the mattress. "I'm not done with you yet." he groaned, still thrusting. I hid my face into the mattress and moaned. I imagine he didn't have much longer left in him, but the pleasure was incredible, so I wasn't complaining. I grabbed the sheets of the bed and moaned into the comforter as he held my hips, moving me with his rhythm. He started grunting quietly and closed his eyes. He was getting close, and I knew that because his thrusts were getting sloppy. He kept me on my side but lifted one of my legs back up onto his shoulder and went back to rubbing my clit. I didn't say anything but I moaned and rolled my head back, desperately wanting my orgasm. He slowed down a little bit but kept his thrust strong by slamming into me causing my body to jerk as he was still rubbing my clit. "You're gonna cum, aren't you?" he whispered heavily, and I slowly nodded.
"Yes, sir." I admitted, moaning. I heard him chuckle, but he didn't change his rhythm or his rubbing.
"Do it. Let it out." he ordered, still grunting. I hummed happily from the feeling my orgasm got closer, so I dug my nails into the sheets and moaned loudly. "I.." he tried to speak, but he groaned instead. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed into the sheets when my orgasm hit me. "That's it, sweetheart." He stopped rubbing my clit and grabbed the sheets on both sides of my body before slamming into one last time, unloading inside of me. I shivered from being felled by his cum and he fell onto his elbows, breathing heavily. "Bloody fucking hell." he groaned deeply.
I looked up at him with tired eyes but a smile, sitting up on my elbow. "I told you I'm a grown woman." I chuckled, breathing heavily.
'I'll never doubt you again." he said before we shared a long, sloppy kiss.