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Rey
The Night Before
It had started out so innocently. The Resistance was finally celebrating the company being rid of any First Order influence. Leia had wrestled back full control of her advertising agency. The designers had congregated in the lounge on the balcony, looking out over the city's lights. It was the perfect view for a party to revel in such a win.
There was also too much free wine and beer at the event. Too many shots being made by the bartender at the caterer's tables. Too many stupid games that were more appropriate at a frat party. Everything that happened thereafter was all thanks to Poe asking Rey: "slap, fondle, lick… Captain America, Iron Man, and Thor."
"Easy!" she answered, holding her glass of pinot up in the air. "I'd slap Iron Man, fondle Thor, and lick Captain America."
He then leaned forward, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint. "Now, do Ben, Hux, and Phasma."
She rolled her eyes. Of course, the three surly account executives, Snoke remnants, kept on because they were just that indispensable to the company. Or Leia's charity cases, more like.
"That's… ugh, Poe." She shook her head in disgust.
Finn and Rose snickered beside her. Jannah and Paige could barely contain their laughter across the table.
Poe just grinned like he knew something she didn't. "I'm waiting."
Rey sighed and downed the rest of her glass. "I suppose I'd slap Hux; his face is just so punchable, ya know? Even though he's nice enough, I guess, he's always walking around looking constipated."
The other two were pretty easy, actually, but she didn't want to appear too eager to announce them. She shrugged. "I'd fondle Phasma. Like, her biceps, I really do want to feel them."
"Aaaand?"
She sighed. "There's a definite process of elimination, you know. The other one should be self-evident. Okay, fine. I'd lick Ben, happily. I'd even let him pick the spot. Maybe that would cheer him up a little… or send him running away and reporting me to H.R. more like. He doesn't seem to like me very much; he's always scowling. And he gives no feedback. I presented four branding directions to him for that supposed top client of his, and he only nodded and left the room. Like… what am I supposed to do with that?"
Rose gave a laugh as she filled Rey's glass with more wine. "Don't take it personally. He's like that with everyone. Compared to how he's received the other designer's ideas, I'd say you're probably his favorite."
"Speak of the devil," Poe said under his breath. He looked behind her and changed the tune of his voice. "Ben! Come have a drink with us, buddy."
Rey turned around to see Ben hovering near their circle, his hands in his pockets. He looked uncomfortable like he didn't know if he belonged with them or if they wanted him there. She knew the feeling well and decided to have mercy on him, hoping he hadn't heard their conversation.
She smiled up at him. "Yes, join us, please. We were about to start a drinking game. We're not actually grown-ups, you see."
She didn't think for one second that he'd actually take her up on it. Ben Solo was very much a grown-up.
The tiniest hint of a grin appeared at the corner of his mouth. It might have been the first time she'd ever seen him attempt such a feat. He looked so different when he wasn't glowering or frowning. Rey inclined her head, taking him in. She actually wouldn't mind licking him. He should have been illegal. It wasn't fair that he was so unjustly tall and distinctively handsome, with his dark eyes and large hands. Just who did he think he was? Somewhere the gods were laughing, after putting him on the Earth and saying, "sorry ladies, this one's a constant moper." His suit fit his body like a goddamn glove, no doubt tailored to his measurements. His hair was downright criminal. Obscene. Thick, shiny, and just the right length to run your fingers through before holding on.
Rey bit her lower lip, hoping her thoughts weren't written across her face.
"Sure," he said, reaching over to accept a glass of scotch from Poe.
*~*~*~*~*
Two hours, too many drinks, and one game of "never have I ever" later, Rey had learned that Ben had never had sex with someone he worked with. He'd looked straight at her as he'd skipped out on taking the drink, and she wasn't sure the goosebumps she'd gotten could be blamed on the breeze.
She wandered off in search of sustenance, as the wine and proximity to Ben had been too intoxicating, making her bold, turning off her filter. She'd been about to say something brazen.
As she ate grapes from the food table, Ben walked up beside her. She wasn't sure why he did that, but she didn't question it, probably because she was now a bit beyond tipsy. Yeah, she was pretty much drunk, and she'd forgotten that he didn't like her. Alcohol made her soft on grumps. They were friends now, and she wanted to help out her new friend.
Rey looked up at him through her lashes. "You know what? We should fix that thing," she said, holding a grape between her lips before biting into it.
His eyes went dark. It took him a few attempts to speak, and he adjusted his tie. "Fix… we should fix what?"
She raised a brow. "And we could fix one of mine while we're at it."
They'd also learned from the game that Rey had never had sex on a countertop.
Ben cleared his throat. "So… should we tell them we're leaving? Are we leaving?"
Rey gave a shrug and walked towards the elevators, leaving the grapes behind. He must have followed right on her heels because before she knew it, they were heading down. Ben was pressing her against the wall, coming in closer, and kissing her. He was a good head taller than her, but they made it work. When she opened her mouth to him, the sound that came from his throat was just another illegally-hot thing that happened in a night full of them.
They made out in the elevator and made out on the sidewalk while waiting for their Uber. The world had taken on a rather dreamy fog, the city lights bleeding together. Rey had a thought bounce through her head that a few big bosses were walking out of the building's revolving doors, but no matter. It was none of their business, and they were going the other way.
Ben and Rey shamelessly made out in the Uber and then in the elevator up to his floor. She laughed as she realized that elevators were kind of their thing now, although this time, there might have been someone else in there with them. The lady didn't seem happy, whoever she was, gasping in horror when Rey moaned as Ben found an incredibly sublime spot on her neck.
Even walking down the hallway seemed way too long a journey to go without their lips on each other. In between bouts of semi-public groping, she might have noticed that he lived in some pretty fancy digs. When he got the door to his apartment open, he walked them straight into the kitchen, though she wasn't sure the word "apartment" was a great description, more like his "chambers" or "penthouse."
They didn't waste any time; he got her dress off, but not without some trouble with the zipper. She giggled as she tried to help him with it, not quite able to reach behind her back for the right spot. When the garment finally fell away, he stood back and stared at her like he'd just been smacked in the face. The bra and panty set that had him clenching his jaw was all Jannah's influence. She'd kept going on about how even if no one saw her undergarments, Rey would know they were there and feel confident, so she'd appear more confident.
Well, now someone had finally seen them, and she felt a bit more than confident.
"I think I'll make Jannah brownies tomorrow," she mumbled.
He furrowed his brow. "What?"
"Nevermind," she laughed. "Come here."
Then, the floor became the place for their pile of discarded clothes and shoes, Ben's jacket, tie, and dress shirt. He lifted her up on his kitchen island, and as her hands reached back for balance, she knocked some things over, the sound of objects crashing to the floor louder with such tall ceilings. Something definitely broke. She cringed.
"Don't worry about it," he said against her lips.
Rey leaned back to get a good look at him. He'd never turned the lights on, but there was a glow from the city and the moon shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He looked downright supernatural, shadows accentuating every muscle on his upper body.
He took her momentary speechlessness wrong. "What is it?"
She tilted her head, frowning. "Are you photoshopped?"
He broke out into a smile; she'd never seen one on him that big. It transformed his entire face.
She pointed towards his abdominals. "That bit was done with the airbrush tool, yeah? And some dodge and burn?"
Rey reached out with a finger and touched his stomach. Ho-ly shit. "Whoa, you're real."
He gave a chuckle and leaned back in for a kiss. "I was actually thinking the same thing about you."
The sensation of his bare skin on hers was about as intoxicating as the wine. He pointed to a spot on his neck, just below his ear. "Right here, please."
"Hm?"
"I want you to lick me right here, you said I could pick the spot."
She put a hand to his chest to back him up, her eyes wide. "You heard that?"
He nodded and stepped between her legs, wrapping his long arms around her and unhooking her bra. He shuddered as she gave him what he'd asked for, licking what was obviously a sensitive spot for him. She'd worry about him overhearing the designer's conversation later, as he didn't seem too broken up about it.
She then moaned as his soft lips and warm hands were on her breasts, her fingers running through his hair and feeling as wonderful as she'd suspected earlier in the night.
She unbuckled his belt as he hooked fingers in her panties' sides, beginning to tug them down. Rey knew he was just trying to do what she wanted, but this was about to get uncomfortable. She didn't have much to hold onto, and her tailbone screamed at the thought of being fucked on the island's edge.
"Ben?"
He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at her, worry in his eyes. "Hm?"
"Can we do this somewhere more comfortable? A bed? Or… the couch?"
He blinked, and his expression softened. "Of… of course. I just thought you wanted—"
"I know, but now that I'm up here, I realize why I've never done it. One powerful thrust from you, and I'm gonna fly backward off this thing. Maybe we can try it some other time."
He grinned and touched his forehead to hers. "Some other time."
She yelped as he caught her under the knees, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom. As he sat her down on the bed, she took another good look at him, his naked torso, his hair tousled, his belt buckle undone. It was too much, dammit. And maybe he was thinking the same thing as he looked at her because the expression on his face was feral. It made her breath hitch.
After unbuttoning his pants, lowering the zipper, and pulling everything down, he stood naked before her, and she wondered if her eyes were pulling tricks on her.
Was she really that drunk? She supposed she was.
Rey sat back on her elbows and stared at him, doe-eyed. She blinked a few times. His dick was… well, it was pretty big. And erect. Erect and big.
"Rey?"
She had taken too long to react, she knew that. It wasn't polite, staring. She couldn't help it. "I'm sorry it's just… your dick."
"What's wrong with it."
"Nothing! Nothing, it's just… like, Big Dick in Little China," she giggled.
"Rey."
"Gone with the Dick."
"Oh my god."
"My Big Fat Dick Wedding."
"Are you sure you're sober enough for this?"
"Of course, I'm sober enough! It's my favorite movie, The Dickening."
"Rey. You weren't kidding about not being a grown-up, were you."
"Pirates of the Caribbean: Big Dicks Tell No Tales," she turned over to her side laughing. "They don't have to, it's the big dick energy. They do what they want."
He'd obviously had enough, as he climbed over her, laughing with her, and jabbing fingers into her sides, tickling her. "I'm sorry," she tried to say, wheezing. "I'm so sorry, you have a great dick, I swear." She opened her thighs to him, and he settled between them as they were both shaking with laughter. He had her caged between his arms, and the moment turned serious again.
Ben began to pull her panties all the way off, but he stopped with a grimace. "I don't have any condoms."
Rey took them off the rest of the way. "I'm on birth control, and I'm negative for all of the things. Are you negative for all of the things?"
He looked down at her and grinned. "All of the things?"
"Yeah, I had to get my blood tested a few months ago, and I had them run the gamut because I don't plan on getting any more blood tests anytime soon. I hate needles. I stepped on a rusty nail, had to get a tetanus shot, it was horrible. I don't recommend it."
She was rambling. Yeah, she was definitely still tipsy, as none of what she was saying was interesting in the least. Especially considering a guy that looked like Ben was hovering above her, and she could feel his massive erection on her inner thigh.
Ben was frowning. "Why were you stepping on rusty nails?"
"I stupidly wore flip flops while I was out antiquing. Well, okay, more like going through a guy's junkyard. Like on American pickers."
He laughed. "You're adorable, you scavenger."
"And you're adorable when you laugh … why are your hands not all over me?"
He lowered himself down to kiss her. "Sorry. Rey, you're too perfect."
She spread her knees as he kissed down her neck. She moaned as she ran her hands down his back, his cock so hard and pressing against her pubic bone. "Me too perfect?" she breathed. "You're the one who looks like they were sculpted by a ninja turtle."
"Ninja turtle?" his voice sounded strained and impatient.
"Yeah, you know—" she paused to hiccup. "Like Michelangelo. Old Italian guy. Sculpted David."
His back shook with laughter. "Rey, you're killing me, but I'll take that as a compliment."
"You totally should."
His hand traveled past her breasts over her stomach and between her legs. "Shhh," he was apparently done talking. She was suddenly done doing anything except hold onto him and gasp as his fingers ran along her aroused flesh.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he whispered.
Her only answer was a groan as he slipped fingers inside her, coaxing her open.
He didn't do it for long, as his hand then urgently went for his cock and notched it into the cleft between her thighs. "I want you so bad."
She nodded, absolutely fine with doing away with formalities like oral. "Yes."
His face looked pained as he pushed forward, his arms shaking beside her head. They both cried out as he slid in all the way, burying himself inside. He felt so damn good, his cock filling and stretching her so well she felt like crying tears of pleasure—if that was a thing.
Ben started with shallow thrusts, as they got used to each other, finding a rhythm. Soon though, he began to lose control.
"Fuck, Rey. Fuck." He started to push harder and faster, and she held onto his shoulders, her hips meeting his as they pressed into each other.
"I know… I know." It was artless and hungry; it was two people who never expected to have sex that night, with anyone, let alone each other.
He held himself up with one arm and used his free hand to tilt her hips. He was now even deeper inside. It took her breath away, and she arched her back and neck in a silent scream. He pounded into her, sounds coming from his throat that were so vulnerable and hot she wanted to remember them forever.
Only someone with enough strength could fuck her this steady, as he only seemed to get more intense, instead of losing steam. But then he looked at her with shock on his face.
"Can I come inside you?" His voice, almost breathless and broken, nearly made her melt into his bed. She didn't mind that they had just gotten started. Most guys went for too long when they were drunk anyway.
"Y—yes. Come inside me… Ben."
A few more thrusts and he held himself inside her as he came, groaning in her ear, trembling on top of her. They both panted, catching their breath. His weight felt good, comforting, and safe … until she couldn't breathe anymore.
Rey tapped his shoulder. "Can't… breathe."
Ben instantly rolled away, and she definitely missed his warmth, but it felt good to take a deep breath. "Sorry," he said.
She smiled over to him. "Don't be sorry."
He threw an arm around her, pulling her flush against him. "I want to make you come."
Usually, something like that, a criminally hot guy, telling her he wants to make her come, would make her do just that. To an extent. But probably not tonight. She knew he was about to fall asleep, and she wasn't going to come very easily.
Rey shook her head. "More than a few glasses of wine, and I can't."
He gave a frustrated huff, and she laughed. "It was still wonderful, Ben."
He wrapped his arms tighter around her. "In the morning, then."
"Oh."
She hadn't quite thought about it, but she guessed she was staying, as there wasn't much else she could do. It was really late, and she was probably in no shape to go out alone. She knew that Ben was the type of guy who would make sure she got home safely if that's what she really wanted. But he looked so peaceful, almost asleep, in post-orgasmic bliss. She didn't have the heart to disturb him.
She wasn't usually a fan of staying over at a guy's house, though. Her own bed was so comfortable, her own fridge was filled with things she loved, and her own bathroom had all the products she needed. All she had in her purse was lip gloss and her favorite perfume in a little rollerball bottle. There was no toothpaste, no deodorant. She didn't carry around P.G. Tips in her bag just in case she fell asleep at a dude's place.
Ben must have felt her hesitation in his arms because he sat up and pulled back the covers, tucking them inside. His arms went right back around her. "Stay," he said softly, pretty much asleep. "Please."
It was the "please" that did it.
She nestled into his chest, a nice cozy spot. His bed was pretty comfortable too, she couldn't lie. She drifted off, hoping she'd remember it all in the morning.
*~*~*~*~*
Ben
The Night Before
It had started, as most things did, with Ben feeling guilty.
All around him, employees of The Resistance Marketing and Advertising were celebrating the final day of the merger—well, the hostile takeover—of the First Order ad agency.
His mother, Leia Organa, the long-time CEO of Resistance, had lost a significant number of accounts when three of her long-time associates, Snoke, Dooku, and Binks, had spun off to create the First Order. That was ten years ago. At the time, it had been a stunning, unexpected defection. But since then, Leia had worked ceaselessly, ruthlessly even, to regain the business, assets, and employees she’d lost; now she had them all back and more.
And one of those employees was Ben. Her own son. After finishing his MBA, he’d had the opportunity to join Resistance, but had taken an opportunity with First Order instead. To say Leia hadn’t taken his decision well was a bit of an understatement. If anything, she had redoubled her already intense efforts to destroy the First Order, now with the added motivation to bring him back home.
She’d won. Of course she’d won, the indomitable Leia Organa always did. He’d picked the losing side. All things in his miserable life considered, that wasn’t a surprise.
So Leia had triumphed and was throwing a party where she’d pulled out all the stops. On the downtown rooftop, in the breezy summer night there was an open bar and a full buffet and attendance wasn’t mandatory of course, but everyone was there.
All around the rooftop, Resistance employees, people who for the most part he didn’t know and didn’t care to, were gathered in little groups, most of them including one or two former First Order employees who had integrated over time.
Even Hux and Phasma, who had held out in First Order solidarity longer than anyone, were standing on the outskirts of a group that included Luke Skywalker and Lando Calrissian, getting some facetime with their new bosses.
Ben, though, meandered from one end of the party to the other, unable or unwilling to mingle with anyone he saw. Truly, he was just here for appearances, so his mom wouldn’t be any more disappointed in him than she already was. He just needed to finish his drink and get out of there before he did something stupid, like sit and stare at the one person present he wished he did know better. The one person it hurt so good to be near. Rey Johnson.
Rey had caught his attention from the first. He had first seen her in the break room on a Monday, one of the first days after Leia had brought him over from First Order. She’d been loudly expressing her opinions on the only acceptable flavors for coffee creamer, her sense of humor bubbling over as she held forth, making everyone around her laugh.
She was so effervescent, so clever, people hung on her every word. Her laughter was infectious. He was drawn like a moth to a flame, just hovering in her periphery, never getting too close. Her eyes twinkled when she smiled and her nose scrunched up when she was amused and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. But it’s not like he could do anything about it. Once he realized he had a crush on her, he was instantly tongue tied the moment she came in the room.
She was incredibly proficient and talented in graphic design, as well. When he delivered client specs to the design team, she was the only one whose work didn’t need revision or notes. She just seemed to get him, which should have been impossible considering they’d never had a conversation that wasn’t about work. Even their work conversations were two or three sentences long at most; if he was near her for too long, he’d feel his blood pressure rise and his heart start to pound. He’d end the conversation and leave the room before he could faint or die or otherwise embarrass himself.
And he knew she had barely noticed him. He’d overheard her ranting to her fellow designers about working with the First Order account managers soon after their merger, specifically mentioning grumpy and unhelpful Ben Solo by name.
After that, when she was holding court in the break room he would get his coffee and leave as quickly as he could—which wasn’t that quick at all considering he could happily stand in the corner and watch her forever.
It was pathetic, but the fact that she didn’t even like him was what made him realize he was already half in love with her. Probably more, if he cared to examine the feeling. Which—he just couldn’t.
But here on the rooftop, surrounded by her friends, the breeze carried her voice right to his ears, and once he put eyes on her, he couldn't look away. His drink finished, he set down the glass and just looked.
At some point in the evening she’d removed the colorful cardigan she wore around the office. Now, with a drink in her hand, she looked relaxed and happy in a very pretty dress that accentuated her toned arms and slim waist. Not for the first time, Ben wondered what it would be like to touch the skin of her arm, to learn if it was as smooth as soft as it looked.
Watching how effortlessly Rey entertained her friends, Ben swallowed down his regrets. Her smiles were not for him.
As he turned to leave, he heard Dameron ask Rey a question—one that included his name, as well as Hux and Phasma’s—and he told himself he should stop eavesdropping before he heard something that could only make his mood worse.
“Slap, fondle, lick, come on now, Rey.” Finn had chimed in, giggling with Rose and Jannah, two of his mother’s other top designers.
Slowly, Ben tried to move away so as not to attract anyone’s attention. His throat felt tight when he heard Rey sigh and say she’d slap Hux. He did not want to know where he landed in this equation, but his feet just would not move as quickly as they wanted to prevent it. Next, Rey said she’d like to fondle Phasma’s biceps and …
“I’d lick Ben, happily.” Rey was saying. “I’d even let him pick the spot.”
Ben’s world screeched to a halt, a record needle scratch of epic proportions as his body seized up, every nerve alert to—
Happily?
Let him pick the spot?
Ben’s mind spun, the wheels of his brain gaining no traction on a suddenly slippery slope. What had she meant by that?
Pick that spot on your neck, was his first, unfiltered thought.
Momentarily frozen by the conclusions his libido was leaping to, he startled when he heard Dameron call his name. Shaking his head, he realized he’d not moved since he heard Rey’s comment about licking him on his... chosen spot.
But now she was inviting him to join their group and their drinking games. She smiled at him and the surge of desire brought on by imagining her tongue anywhere on his body made him stupidly brave.
He smiled at her. Well, he tried to, anyway.
Taking the proffered scotch from Dameron’s hand he asked, “So what’re we playing?”
“The game is never have I ever,” announced Poe. “And I’ll start. Never have I ever had sex on a train…”
*~*~*~*~*
Ben couldn't remember having had this much fun in a long time; thank god for the social lubricant of alcohol. The game was stupid. It was immature, certainly, but the designers were treating him as one of the group, no awkwardness at all as they went around the circle, each person one-upping the next with increasingly sexual never have I evers.
And it was the most fun he’d ever had in Rey’s vicinity as well, by a mile. The never have I evers made her laugh, and she contributed to the fun with, “Never have I ever had sex on a countertop,” which made all the men groan and drink while the girls laughed and confessed to various kitchen and bathroom related escapades.
He’d just picked up another scotch—was this his third or fourth?—when Jannah, with a wink at Rose, said, “Never have I ever had sex with a coworker.”
Deep in thought, with one leg crossed over the other as he slouched in his seat, Ben held his drink with his fingertips and thumb circling the tumbler's outer rim. Slowly, he moved the glass in a continuous circular motion, watching the amber liquid slowly slosh around.
He looked up at Rey and was surprised to find she was looking directly at him. She raised a questioning eyebrow, but he didn’t give in. Somehow, he maintained eye contact and kept a straight face. He reminded himself to keep breathing as his heart threatened to beat itself out of his chest. It felt like his heart was in his throat, in his stomach. His entire body was tuned in to Rey and her eyes and her smile and holy shit he was intoxicated.
When it was obvious he wasn’t going to take a drink in response to Jannah’s never have I ever, her eyes widened; after a moment, she blushingly ducked her head and took a little sip of wine.
The game eventually broke up—the girls made a break for the restroom and Poe got caught up in a debate with Wexley and Kin from accounting—and Ben found himself wandering towards the edge of the balcony for some fresh air.
Looking over city lights that were blurry and doubled as his drunken eyes tried to focus, Ben thought that this had been a pretty great party, after all.
Turning back, he saw Rey standing over by the buffet tables. Without even consciously deciding to do so, his feet were moving towards her. Before he knew it, he was standing next to her with no idea what to say. He swayed a little from side to side as he watched her pick up some fruit from the table. Mesmerized by the workings of her fingertips as she attempted to pick up a grape, he was startled when she started speaking.
"You know what? We should fix that thing."
He reoriented his line of sight to her face, immediately entranced by how she held the grape between her lips. He swallowed, feeling a sudden spike of arousal when Rey decisively bit the grape in half.
All of a sudden, it felt hard to breathe. "Fix… we should fix... what?"
Rey turned towards him, suddenly standing very close. He could smell the sweet fragrance of the grape mixed with the heady aroma of wine on her breath.
"And we could fix one of mine while we're at it," she whispered, her lips suddenly very close to his.
Stunned by her sultry tone, Ben cast around, frantically trying to figure out what she was talking about.
The countertop, the horny lizard portion of his brain screamed at him. Your co-worker. Have sex with your co-worker on a countertop. Fix the things. Let the sexy woman help you fix the things.
Suddenly, there was nothing more that Ben wanted to do than agree with everything Rey suggested. He nodded, not caring if it looked a little eager. Drunk and aroused, he was way beyond worrying about his pride.
"So,” he asked, his voice sounding a little breathy to his own ears. “Should we tell them we're leaving? Are we leaving?"
He was confused when Rey just shrugged and walked away. He hadn’t been propositioned by that many women in the past so he wasn’t exactly sure what that little shrug meant, but he was sufficiently uninhibited enough to follow her. To his surprise, she walked directly through an open elevator door and when she turned he was standing right there.
He opened his mouth to ask her a question… but found himself kissing her instead, his mouth caressing her sweet lips as he held her against the wall of the elevator. When she opened her mouth, and began sucking at his tongue, he couldn’t help himself; he groaned, squeezing his eyes tight as the world spun around him. He could just not believe this was real.
In the hotel lobby, Ben did his best to keep his feet moving towards the door as best he could with Rey hanging on his neck and kissing him, forcing him to stop and kiss her back.
“My place?” he asked, between kisses and she nodded enthusiastically, her nose caressing his ears, her fingers pulling at his hair to keep his face near hers.
Barely managing to get his phone out of his pocket, he opened the Uber app on his third try—why his phone thought he wanted to read Twitter right now was beyond him—and before he knew it, he’d fallen into the back of a late model SUV with the vague memory of his Uncle Luke patting him on the shoulder as his Uncle Lando chuckled in a knowing way. He set that odd memory aside, preferring to enjoy the pleasurable way Rey was grinding against his thigh.
Not wanting to miss any opportunity to touch Rey, he kept kissing her as the Uber pulled up to his apartment, kept kissing her in the elevator, taking the time to suck on her neck, which drove her wild, and kept his hands on her ribs, her back, even her ass as he guided her down the hall towards his front door. She was just so willing and responsive, he couldn’t believe it. If this turned out to be a dream, it was certainly the best one of his life.
He backed into the kitchen and pulled her in with him, his hands wandering under the skirt of her dress, feeling the warm skin of her thighs heat beneath his fingertips as he lifted her skirt, thinking to take the dress over her head.
“Here, here,” Rey said, turning, and Ben was suddenly distracted by the sight of her ass in some lacy panties, but Rey kept twisting her arms back to try and get at the zipper on the back of her dress, so Ben had to focus to help her. The dress now bunched up around her waist, fell to the floor.
With a laugh, Rey shook the dress off her foot, kicked it across the kitchen, and turned back towards Ben, who froze.
She was flawless, it felt unreal. She was so beautiful and she was smiling at him, and she’d been so sweet this whole night and now there was her bellybutton and—Ben swallowed thickly, rubbing a hand down his face—Rey had just said something but he’d missed it.
It didn’t seem to matter. She pulled him towards her, pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and then went for the buttons of his shirt while he loosened and tossed away his tie. Once his shirt was gone, he ran his hands down Rey’s back, grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the countertop.
Perhaps not expecting him to move so fast, Rey wobbled and stretched her arm behind her for stability. To be fair, Ben wasn’t feeling too balanced himself, and leaned into her as he worked his way to stand between her legs. He continued to kiss her jaw and she swayed backwards and he heard his ceramic butter dish and a canister of kitchen utensils go sliding off the island and hit the floor, accompanied by a heavy shattering sound.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ben said, willing to break every spatula and whisk on the planet so long as Rey didn’t stop touching him. But she was pulling back, or pushing him away, and he fought to maintain his balance. Nearing panic, he wondered if he’d pushed her too far—I mean, they both were fairly drunk—maybe this had been a bad idea.
“What is it?” he asked, all the scotch he’d consumed threatening to make a reappearance right here in the kitchen depending on what she’d said.
But then… she was complimenting him? It took him a minute to figure out what she was saying. It was something about his abs and photoshop, and—
He felt his face light up. Was it possible… that Rey liked him? At least, liked his body? That was fine, he could work with that. He leaned into Rey’s touch.
“You’re real,” she said, sounding wondrous.
“I was actually thinking the same thing about you,” he replied, dropping a quick kiss on her lips just as inspiration struck. He pulled back and gestured to where his jaw met his ear. “Right here please,” he said, hoping she’d remember. She didn’t seem to, so he clarified. “I want you to lick me right here. You said I could pick the spot.”
She pulled him closer and Ben gasped, his erection straining in his pants, as Rey didn’t hesitate to pull the sensitive skin of his neck into her mouth, liberally using her tongue to tease him. This was all he had dreamed of and more.
Acting on instinct, he used her closeness to unlatch her bra and let it fall down her arms. Finally, he got his hands on her breasts, soft and delicate against his palms. He followed with his mouth, bending to suck at her nipples, feeling them pebble under his tongue.
The soft light coming through the kitchen windows was behind her, illuminating her dark outline like a shimmery aura. But she was so responsive and vocal, it felt as if he could see her clearly, like they were on the same page.
She began to unbuckle his belt. He gasped, a thrill of wonder lancing through him as he mirrored her actions and began to remove her panties. She must know he’d do anything she wanted. Right now, he only lived to please her.
“Ben?” He heard her voice cut through the fog of lust. He froze when she pulled back. “Can we do this somewhere more comfortable?”
Ben huffed out a weak laugh as Rey suggested he take her to his bed, as if he didn’t want that, too, as if he hadn’t been wanting that for weeks.
“Of course,” he readily agreed, “I just thought you wanted—”
Rey nodded. “Now that I'm up here, I realize why I've never done it. One powerful thrust from you, and I'm gonna fly backward off this thing.” She giggled. “Maybe we can try it some other time."
With a deep breath, Ben mentally crossed his fingers that she meant that and leaned in close. “Some other time,” he promised, sweeping one hand under her knees.
Holding her in his arms he carefully navigated the hallway and door and laid her down on his bed. He was proud that his unsteady footsteps hadn’t resulted in him dropping her or hitting her head on anything as they made their way through the dark apartment.
Without any hesitation, he removed his slacks and briefs— and then stood in stunned silence as she lay back on his pillows, his perfect fantasy with her hair spread out beneath her like a halo.
Rey had gone very still. The moonlight streaming into the room illuminated her wide eyes as she took in his naked form.
“Rey?” he asked. He had to make sure she still wanted this. He held his breath.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just… your dick?”
Oh god. He looked down in alarm. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing!” Rey exclaimed with a smile and proceeded to… tease him? Was she really making cute jokes about his dick? He wasn’t sure if he should be insulted or not, but Rey’s attitude made him think she might be… flirting with him? Only one way to find out.
Interrupting Rey’s litany of dick-based movie puns to ask if she felt sober enough for sex, Ben crawled down onto the bed, her giggles increasing as he pressed his fingers into her ribs, pinching at her waist to make her squeal with laughter.
Finally finding himself exactly where he wanted to be—resting on top of Rey’s body, in his bed, he reached again for her underwear, wanting her to be as naked as he was, his dick—his dick—his dick ... oh no.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he blurted out, her panties only halfway down her thighs. He froze up again, not wanting to pressure her in any way. He gulped. What sort of idiot brings a beautiful girl back to his place and doesn’t even have condoms? Rey could walk out right now and he wouldn’t be surprised.
To his amazement, Rey shook her head and finished undressing herself. "I'm on birth control, and I'm negative for all of the things. Are you negative for all of the things?"
Fuck, she was incredible. With a nod, he couldn’t resist kissing her again as she started telling him a story about a getting a tetanus shot and his liquor-dulled brain tried to keep up as she talked about antiquing and needles and god knows what else as he sat and stared at her, laughing freely—like he never could at work when she told stories to amuse their co-workers.
"You're adorable when you laugh,” Rey said with a coy grin. “Why are your hands not all over me?”
Instantly, her wish was his command. "Sorry,” he sighed into her neck as she ground against him. “Rey,” he moaned, his hands roaming her naked body. “You're too perfect."
"Me too per—fect?" Rey’s voice jerked as she began to hiccup. “You're the one who looks like they were sculpted by a ninja turtle."
Ben wasn’t sure how he was going to keep his cool with Rey’s hands making his abs twitch and her jokes making his brain buzz; his cock was straining to be touched, it had been all night, and though it was nice to be compared to Michelangelo’s Renaissance statues, she was killing him. Finally, he thought, it was his turn to make her go wild.
Running his fingers down her belly, he dipped them between the lips of her pussy and— Fuck. “You’re so wet,” he managed, overwhelmed by the generosity of her beautiful body. All of a sudden he had to have her—he had to be inside her now.
“I want you so bad,” he moaned, ignoring the stray thought that perhaps foreplay should last more than a few seconds and that his words were so inadequate. He was so keyed up, he couldn’t help himself any more.
Desperate, he slid inside her, shuddering as they moaned in unison, her hot, wet cunt pulsing warm and wet around him, tight like a glove. He could feel the sensation through every cell of his body as he began to thrust into her. It felt so right and so good. Too good.
Rey planted her feet on the bed and rose up to meet him as he pistoned down into her body— and he wanted to do this forever—but fuck he was a goner.
“Rey, Rey, Rey,” he moaned, forgetting everything, looking in her eyes, while he still had time. “Can I come inside you?”
She had barely finished saying yes, when his body began to shake and the release that he’d been building towards all night finally hit him and he came with an intense rush . The pleasure spun through his nervous system and he shuddered, feeling his cock begin to soften almost immediately inside Rey’s lush, perfect cunt.
Slumping down onto her, he gasped until he caught his breath, his head beginning to spin pleasantly, the afterglow of his orgasm blending sweetly with his still-tipsy brain.
His body felt agreeably good when Rey pushed at his shoulder and he rolled off her so she could breathe when it hit him—holy shit she hadn’t come. This was bad. What kind of useless chump accepted a once in a lifetime opportunity like the one Rey gave him tonight and then couldn’t even make it good for her? Fighting to keep his eyes open, he rolled right back to snuggle up close to her.
He had to make this right. He had to try. “I want to make you come,” he offered. It sounded pathetic even to his ears. This was not ending the way he had dreamed. He snuggled her closer to him, hoping for the best.
Rey didn’t seem upset, though, much to his relief. "More than a few glasses of wine, and I can't." She patted his arm, laughing as he scowled, cursing himself and his lack of control. "It was still wonderful, Ben."
He knew that wasn’t true, so he played the last card he had. "In the morning, then," he whispered, mentally begging her to accept his invitation. If only she’d stay.
Cuddled up against her, he reached down to pull his comforter up and over them. He didn’t think he’d be able to look at himself in the mirror ever again if she left now. "Stay. Please."
Looking to ensure she was comfortable, the last sensation he felt before drifting off to sleep was her nose bumping up against his sternum, her breath tickling his throat.
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