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Condoms, yes, feelings, no. Condoms, yes, she recites, trying to put Finn’s lecture firmly in mind, feelings, no. Condoms—
“Fuck.” Ben Solo pulls out, peeling the condom off with a practiced motion. “Where—where do you want it, Rey?”
That hard-line resolve that she uses to survive long hours at draining jobs comes tumbling down like so much nothing.
“In me, please, in me,” she cries out, clawing frantically at his biceps to pull him back to her.
“Fucking right,” he grunts, lining himself back into her, “my cum belongs inside.” He buries himself to the hilt in one wet thrust, pumps into her fast and hard, before collapsing, groaning expletives into the pillow.
She’s smiling a little to herself, staring at the ceiling without a thought as she strokes his sweaty nape lightly with her fingertips, when he finally shifts.
“We’re going to have to get you on birth control,” he murmurs, looming on top of her. “I can’t keep being greedy and fucking my cum in you.”
“N—no?”
He shakes his head, strands falling over his eyes. “I should be more responsible about this.”
She pushes herself up on her elbows. “Did you want me to say to come in my mouth? I know that’s how you liked it. With your hook-ups? But I thought you were really asking me, so I said—”
“I was,” he says, kissing her brow. “I was, Rey.”
She hopes she doesn’t sound as needy as she is in her ears. “So you like it too? Coming inside me?”
His eyes skate down to where his hand is spanning her abdomen. “I like it so much… when you’re being…”
“Your little cum-hungry pet?” she offers, smiling shyly.
He’s looking at her much too earnestly. “Yeah.” Abruptly, he pulls his boxer shorts up and bounces out of bed.
He turns away, his broad back to her, still and quiet for too long.
She shuffles out of bed too, deciding she should go to the bathroom.
He stops her with a hand on her brace. “Was last night okay?”
“Last night?”
Last night, they watched a movie on his laptop, about a bus-driving poet and his wife and their peaceful day-to-day. “We don’t have to pick this one, it’s just a suggestion, it might bore you, I heard nothing happens in it, but I watched a clip and there’s this demanding dog and it reminded me of Chewie when he’s being annoying, and—and I like to watch movies like this, but if you—” She tucked herself under the duvet. “Let’s watch it, I want to see the dog.” He said, eyes shining, “It’s this pudgy little menace.”
They ate greasy pizza in bed. Rey had eight slices to his four.
And she did like the movie, but not as much as she liked surreptitiously glancing at Ben Solo to see his lips twitching every time the little darling bulldog dragged his put-upon owner on their nightly walk to town.
After the movie, they went to the bathroom to brush their teeth, side by side over the sink.
She finished brushing first and stood marveling, unable to tear her eyes away, at how aggressive Ben Solo gets with an electric toothbrush. “You—you’re going to make your gums bleed.”
When he spat out foam on the sink, a curl of something, inexplicably, like want formed in the pit of her stomach.
After gargling and wiping his mouth dry with the sleeve of his cotton shirt, he said, “My dentist is perfectly happy with the health of my gums and my overall oral hygiene, thank you very much.”
She giggled. It was something she did, now.
“Well, not perfectly happy,” he allowed, “she wishes I flossed more regularly.” Rooting through the cabinet under the sink, he pulled out an unopened ten-pack dental floss with an adorable “Ah ha!” and an exaggerated flourish. These were supposed to make her giggle again, she knew, but instead had her heart clenching painfully. “We should floss, I read somewhere it prevents heart disease.”
“O-okay,” she stammered.
When they got back to bed, they didn’t do anything other than—
“The… cuddling?” she asks now. “Are you asking if—”
“Yeah. I wasn’t sure if you were just…” This is an interesting angle, she thinks, him looking up at her with his pretty doe eyes and that crease in his forehead.
“If I was just what?”
He lets go of her brace, gets up, towering over her once more. “Nothing. I’ll just go check on Chewie.”
“We’re going to be late,” she gasps. “Please, sir, just—”
He swirls the tip of his tongue on her clit before rolling it on his lips and sucking gently.
“Oh my god,” she moans, her leg threatening to buckle. He grips her other leg, hooked over his shoulder, and grinds his mouth in her wet heat. “Oh god,” she sobs.
After licking her through the last flutters of her orgasm, he finally straightens, his mouth looking thoroughly… used. Glistening of her. His pink tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he makes a low rumbling sound, from deep in his chest.
“Th-thank you,” she manages, blood still pounding in her ears.
“You came even faster than when I fingered you earlier in bed,” he muses. “I think somebody really likes my mouth.” Her pulse turns erratic as his voice dips, as he leans into her, his hard length hot on her abdomen. “Don’t worry, I plan on spoiling my little fuck toy with it. Just tell me when and I’ll drop on my knees faster than you can say, “Daddy, please just one more.”” Her breath catches in her throat. Slipping two fingers inside her, he runs them along her folds and taps her sensitive clit, making her whimper pathetically. “There,” he murmurs, lazy, “pussy all clean.”
He turns the shower on, looking extremely pleased with himself. An impulse to kiss the smirk off his gorgeous face overcomes her. Instead she looks down at his erection, and makes to kneel.
“You don’t have to—we will be late if we start that.”
“But shouldn’t I…”
“It’s okay.”
He forces his thumb in, watching intently as she closes her lips around it. Pressing the pad down her tongue, he slides his thumb in and out, in and out, humming approvingly when she starts sucking.
“I have something in mind for this pretty mouth.”
Bazine Netal finally deigns to acknowledge her injury—the wrist splint still shows even when she buries her hand in the pocket of her hoodie.
“What happened there?”
“N-nothing. Slipped in the shower.”
“A likely story.”
“Did you want something?”
Bazine Netal indicates the binder in her hand. “Mr. Solo has to review the tabbed pages before his site inspection on Wednesday.”
“I’m scheduling Ms. Phasma’s—”
“I didn’t get to check when he came in,” Bazine Netal goes on, ignoring her, “so for all I know he’s still in one of his moods, but you’re his pet, so—”
“What?” Rey blurts, heart thumping. “No, I’m not.”
“Oh, please,” she sneers. “One time he told me off for making you work late at the office. He’s never done that before, he goes around this place acting so above menial concerns.” She dumps the binder on Rey’s desk with a clatter. “Until you.”
Rey breathes through her nose. “Fine.”
Bazine Netal turns to go, but stops when she sees two engineers bearing stacks of rolled up blueprints in their arms, laughing as they walk past. “Listen,” she mutters, looking at Rey imperiously, cold as ice. “Not that I think Mr. Solo’s like the other assholes here, he’s actually pretty decent, overall. He’s one of eight engineers in this entire place who hasn’t tried feeling me up and passing it off as some stupid joke.”
“What?” Rey croaks.
“But if he tries anything funny,” Bazine Netal continues, “go to Rose Tico. She won’t be dismissive about it like the other HR personnel who are complete morons. Has Mr. Solo hit on you?”
Rey’s mouth goes dry. “I don’t—he’s not—”
“Look,” Bazine Netal huffs. “If Mr. Solo tries anything at all that makes you feel uncomfortable, even if you think it’s nothing, but it feels wrong, you need to tell Rose Tico. You can’t go around being a quiet little mouse about everything.”
“Mr. Solo’s not like that at all.” Rey unclenches her fist, tamps down the urge to say more in his defense.
“I guess if you liked him too, then it’s a different story. Personally, I don’t understand the whole appeal of the older man. Then again to me a man is just some loser no matter how expensive his Rolex is. But whatever floats your boat. I guess.”
“That’s—he’s our boss,” Rey stutters. “I don’t—”
“Whatever,” Bazine Netal snaps, strutting away, her pointy heels clicking on the laminate.
He’s scowling at something on his laptop, a hand cradling his forehead, when she quietly steps into his office with the binder. He’s so focused he doesn’t immediately notice her, but when she clears her throat he looks up and the way his entire face softens makes her wish she’d told Bazine Netal more.
But he’s her secret.
Something just for herself.
“He did?”
“Yes, Finn, how many times will you—”
“Wow. Just.”
“I know.”
“Well. I guess I can ask Jannah to let you skip work again today, but she’ll be snippy at you about it tomorrow. Listen, are you sure this is wise, moving in with him?” There’s a loaded pause on the other line before he goes on, “You barely know the guy. I think you two are rushing things a little here.”
Rey looks at the paper bag of food for her that she’d just picked up from the lobby. The delivery guy said somebody had already paid for it. “I guess. But.”
Finn sighs, knowing. “But?”
“I just want as much of this as I can get. I know it isn’t going to last. He’ll—he’ll come to his senses and realize I was his creepy stalker and that actually he shouldn’t like me. So I just want to see how it would be, you know? To have this thing for a while? For as long as he’ll let me?”
“Oh, Peanut. I told you not to get your feelings involved, but of course you never listen.”
“I should feed you actual breakfast food.” Ben Solo’s grip on the steering wheel tightens even more. “I shouldn’t keep—I’ll get better at this, I promise.”
“Better at what?” she mumbles around the last mouthful of her granola bar. She had the same thing for breakfast yesterday, but she sees no problem in this. It’s the kind of snack bar they didn’t stock at the convenience store she used to work at. The kind you only see in the fancier health food stores. “You’re really good at morning sex, I don’t know how much better you can get at it. Very efficient, given the time constraint.”
“I—” He’s pale, so that when pink spots appear on his cheeks she notices. “But I told myself I’d—” He cuts himself off again, one hand letting go of the steering wheel to worry at his perfect hair.
“Sometimes I really wish I could hear your thoughts,” she ventures.
“I wish that about you all the time.”
In a quick, smooth turn, he reverse-parks the car on his reserved spot at First Order’s basement parking space.
She already has her bag hiked up on her shoulder when she notices he hasn’t moved, his seatbelt still locked.
“You kept the spyware on your phone like I told you?”
She nods, wary.
“Go on then.”
She roots at her bag for her earphones, pulls up the app on her cell. “What am I supposed to—”
“Just wait… You’ll know,” he assures.
Bazine Netal gets to leave the office an hour earlier because of some errand from Armitage Hux. Rey watches her stalk off around the corner, a little jealous. It’s been a slow Tuesday at the office and she’s bored.
Even Ben Solo’s day isn’t any better than hers from what she’s heard through the spyware, stuck in one conference call after another because First Order is trying to close a deal with important foreign investors.
She’s just pulled up the spreadsheet where she encodes the monthly company expenses, to double-check that she hasn’t forgotten anyone’s reimbursement requests, when she hears it. The clink and slide of a belt strap. Her fingers stop moving, hovering on the keyboard.
The low humming scratch of a zipper being pulled down. Slow, slow.
“Fuck.” A puff of laugh, darkly amused. “I’m already hard.”
In panic, she looks around her corner of the office for stragglers before grabbing her phone and turning the volume all the way up. It’s already at maximum. She curses her cheap earphones.
“Rey… Are you listening to this?”
She’s heard him masturbate many times before. He’s mostly quiet about it, flits from one porn video to another, distracted until he finds the right one, or the right rhythm.
“I’ve been thinking about your pretty pussy all day, Rey.”
He spits. On his palm? She hears him shudder in relief. Has he taken his erection in hand?
“How sweet it was, this morning, when I licked and licked until you came. So beautiful when you come.”
Her face burns, fevered.
“The client had to repeat himself so many times during our call, I couldn’t concentrate.” The wet slap of skin. “My mind kept thinking… Rey—Rey—Rey—”
“Please,” she whimpers. But he can’t hear her. She grips the edge of her seat, helpless.
He’s going so fast. She decides to stop breathing so she won’t miss anything.
“Your cunt’s always so warm and tight around my cock… Rey, I don’t think my fist is doing it for me.”
She feels light-headed now and has no choice but to expel a shallow breath, mirroring his.
“Maybe if I imagine your mouth around my cock?”
She moans. Has to get up from her seat to check if anyone’s passing by in the hallway.
“Can you be a good girl and come here, Rey? Finish me off?”
“Lock the door,” he orders, getting up from his chair. She swallows, seeing him fisting his cock.
It feels like her feet move of their own will. “I—”
“Here,” he says, pointing at his feet. “Kneel.”
In front of him, she drops down, gets on all fours, nails digging on the plush carpet. “I don’t know how to—”
He traces his fingers on the line of her jaw. “I’ve been a patient teacher, haven’t I? Showing you how to kiss? How to spread your legs so I can fuck you right?” He tugs at her chin, parting her trembling lips. “You’re a quick study,” he assures her.
He runs his hand up and down his hard length, grunting. “I have another call in ten minutes. Do you think you can be efficient and make me come before then? Or no?” he demands, stern.
She inches forward, unable to look away from the leaking tip of his cock. “I… I can. I will, sir, just tell me how and I’ll—”
“Always so eager to please, my little cock sleeve,” he coos. “Open wide.”
He palms the back of her head. Sinks himself in her mouth. Slow, slow. So big and long and heavy on her tongue. When the blunt head hits the back of her throat, she grabs at his ankle, gagging.
“Shhh, be good.” Drool dribbles down the corner of her mouth.
He fists at her hair, rough, and begins moving.
“That’s it, Rey,” he pants, thrusting. “—knew—ah—knew you’d be so good at this—pretty mouth like that—”
She breathes through her nose, like he told her to. Her eyes prickle from the effort.
She’s so wet, so wet but so empty. She thinks she’s never wanted him so much before.
“I’m—fuck I’m close. Rey.” He says her name the way a humble believer, a desperate supplicant, would. “Rey—”
She closes her eyes, the tears trickling down. Lets her tongue feel at that throbbing vein. Sucks, gently at first, the way he said he likes. And then harder, just like he said.
“Rey, I’m gonna—” He tries to push her away, but she claws at his thighs. “You don’t—it’s fine, I can—”
She lets him pull himself out, only so she can say, “I want to swallow you—want to—please, Daddy, we can’t waste any of it.”
“Oh god,” he sobs, his wide, molten eyes roaming her face, before he guides his cock back in her mouth. She starts moaning around it, to work him up even more. “Fuck—baby, I’m—”
His cum, so much of it, spills out, filling her mouth. She moans again, approving.
She shows him how she swallows all of it, and watches him closely, not breaking eye contact—intent on committing to memory the devastated look on his face. Mine, she thinks, heart fluttering.