Selling the Deception (Farah Karim x Alex Keller Call of Duty: Modern Warfare story) (Excerpt - Dropping the Ruse)

Alex turned off the shower with a long sigh. Water was limited at ULF’s hideout, and it was not as if any amount of time spent in the shower could wash away his shame anyway. He still hated himself for what he’d been forced to do to Farah, and he knew she probably felt the same toward him considering she’d barely reacted to his twenty attempts to apologize that day. 

He fixed his prosthetic leg back into place and limped out of the shower, grabbing his towel from the nearby table and wrapping it around his body. His only remaining plans for the night were to have another drink and then pass out. At least until a potential Russian counterattack woke him up again. 

As he poured himself a glass of whiskey from the nightstand, he heard his door open and close behind him. Instinctively, the nearly-nude American reached for his pistol and spun around toward the door. Instead of a squad of Russians there to kill him, he instead found Farah sauntering toward him, her gaze fixed on him like a predator stalking prey. 

“Farah…?” Alex was no pussy, but the hungry look she was giving him was enough to intimidate him, especially given what he had done to her. Him being nude with nothing but a towel to shield him only made him feel even more vulnerable. Still, he would not try to defend himself against whatever punishment she had in mind for him. 

Farah gave him a small, knowing smile. Her fingers deftly pulled at the towel tied around his waist. The towel fell to the tiled floor of the shower, and he made no attempt to cover himself up. 

Her eyes scanned over his body, and it was clear as day that there was lust in her gaze as she drank him in. His body looked like it was sculpted by God himself; his muscle tone and definition chiseled but not overly so. She ran her fingers up his arm and bicep, tracing over the tattoos there as she looked up into his face. He was watching her intently, and she picked up an uptick in his breathing the moment she put her hands on him. 

“Farah,” Alex said softly. “We don’t have to do this. There aren't any Russians watching us anymore.”

She turned her steely gaze up to him, a small smile suddenly tugging at the corner of her lips. “I know.”

Her hand reached down between his legs, taking hold of the long, thick cock that had taken her virginity twelve hours earlier. The contrast between her skin tone and his as she stroked his girth made her heart thump in her chest. His member was engorged with blood just from a few idle strokes, her calloused fingers exploring every inch of him and tickling the underside of his cockhead. 

He let out a sharp intake of breath as she touched a sensitive spot on his cock. “I thought you were pissed off at me. Because of what I did to you.”

She shook her head, continuing to stroke him. “Alex,” she said firmly. “You didn’t do anything but what I needed you to do.”

He was finding it harder and harder to think as she stroked his ample prick. Why was she doing any of this when they no longer had to anymore?

“I- I know. Still, it never should’ve happened.” 

Farah paused, nodding. “No it shouldn’t have. Not like that.” 

The fact that she said “not like that” as opposed to “not at all” was not lost on him. He gently took hold of her hand. 

“Farah, we don’t have to do this anymore.”

“I know,” she said bluntly. “But you didn’t get to finish.”

He gave her a strange look, wrinkling his mustache. “I don’t give a shit about that! Farah, I didn’t even want to be doing that to you!”

She’d slipped out of his gentle grasp and was massaging his hard prick again. “You didn’t?” There was genuine disappointment in her voice.

His eyes widened. “Shit, I - I didn’t mean it like that!” The usually cocky and composed American stammered. “Any guy would be lucky as hell to have you. I just meant I didn’t ever want to…force myself on you.”

She smirked from making him squirm. “Good thing you didn’t force yourself on me then, Alex. Otherwise I really would have had to castrate you.”

Farah fell to her knees before him, licking her lips as she brushed his long, thick cock against her cheeks. She gripped him at his base as he let out an intake of breath, amazed that she was doing this of her own accord. This was entirely unlike being forced to fuck her in front of a bunch of Russians - he had never seen this side of her before. It took the breath out of him.