"I'm thinking of changing my name, thinking of wrecking a home.
'Cause loving and hating are one and the same,
And I'm feeling like everyone's feeling alone.
I'm just looking for something to soften the blow
A second inside of the truth.
I don't see light 'cause
Now my favorite color is blue,
And now my favorite color is blue."
~My Favorite Color is Blue by Robert DeLong feat. K. Flay
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Kylo's lips were on hers before they even left the ballroom. He couldn't even wait to get out the door. He pushed her to the closest wall, grabbing her hands in the process, pinning her beneath his body, leaving no space between them. The pouty, red mouth had been teasing him since he saw her across the room. Once he parted her lips and began exploring, he knew he had fallen into her grasp and couldn't be brought back.
He had never kissed anything sweeter than Aayla's mouth and savored her distinctive taste. The little bit of champagne that lingered there was icing on the cake to him. The need to be in power and in control of this woman had overtaken him. Pulling away briefly, he smirked noticing how the red lipstick had smeared across her face.
He watched as she bit her bottom lip. His body ached, wanting her even more.
"I want to touch you," she whispered. It was then that he realized he still had her hands pinned above her head, and his eyes widened in shock as she forced her hands free from his tight grip. He was strong, but evidently she was his kryptonite.
The two of them didn't seem to care they were surrounded by hundreds of people. The masks seemed to give a false security to the party goers. No one would blink twice at the two lovers going at it against the wall. It was to be expected. Before midnight, the party was actually a decent event with important people socializing and networking. They would all drink a little too much, laugh at bad jokes, and be home in bed by eleven, waiting to see their pictures on Page Six the next day.
Kylo was a part of the after-hours crowd. Arriving late gave him the excuse to bypass the banal pleasantries and let him get right down to the business he was most interested in-finding someone who would fuck the memory of Rey out of his mind.
Aayla's hands ran up under his untucked shirt, which made him very happy on his wardrobe choice tonight-easy access for her delicate fingers. He sucked in a breath when she ran her flat palms over his abdomen. The muscles jumped with every pass over her hand, and he had to use the wall to brace himself. He had to get a hold of himself because women usually did not make him feel weak. Usually the dominate one and always in control, he was momentarily troubled by how this girl affected him.
Needing to claim her mouth again, he bent down, eager for her taste, but she turned her head before he could make contact. His chest constricted from the rejection.
"I really don't want to kiss anymore," she murmured in his ear. He searched for her eyes through her mask and saw a fire that ignited his insides. This is going to be fun, he thought to himself.
Without words, he shifted off of her body, took her hand, and pulled her out the exit doors. The hallway outside the ballroom was quiet, but the music still seeped through the walls. The bass of the music kept thumping inside Kylo's chest, or was it his heart pounding in this moment? He couldn't tell and really didn't want to take the time to figure it out.
Sheer, white fabric was draped everywhere to decorate the hallway just as it was done inside the ball room. Many tall, silver candelabrums adorned with what seemed like hundreds of white candles were the only light around. They passed a couple of lovers, kissing in the hallway. They were almost in the same position he and Aayla were in just moments before, except the man and woman were already enjoying each other. Her leg was hitched around one of his hips, her dress pushed up, and his body was thrusting into her. Kylo couldn't make out who they were, and he didn't care. He turned back to see Aayla, and he watched her eyes stay on the lovers as they passed. He squeezed her hand to refocus her gaze back to him.
"Follow me," he uttered softly.
He had no idea where to take her; he just took a turn down another darkened hallway that seemed to be enough out of the way. His body needed hers, and he didn't want to spend time looking for something that gave one hundred percent privacy. The end of the hallway had an decent-sized alcove that was big enough for a table that had a tall vase of flowers on top of it. Kylo also assessed that a couple of bodies would fit there nicely as well.
"Here?" she asked, leaning against the table. Her breathing sounded shallow, and he could relate. He hadn't been able to catch a full breath since he saw her gold dress enter the room.
He nodded his head yes and closed the short distance between them. He didn't go to kiss her, even though he wanted to. He'd do his best to do what she wanted. His eyes caught her cleavage peeking out from the dress, taunting him and begging to be touched. He wanted to cup her and feel her nipples pebble beneath his fingers. He felt overwhelmed by her and had to figure out what he desired to do with her first. He was good at making lists.
That was when he decided he wanted to remove her mask. He needed to see the beautiful face that was concealed before he touched her in places that were hidden beneath her dress. He had to see more of her, the one he'd be fucking on the table.
Kylo had barely touched the feathers of her mask when her head shook off his hands; he felt rejected for the second time tonight. Usually he'd seethe in anger at not being able to call the shots, (he didn't remember a time when he wasn't in charge) but this girl made him want more from her, and he'd obey her. "Masks on," she voiced quietly.
"Okay then," he agreed. On a whim, he left her body and tore a long strip of material off fabric that was hanging from the nearest candelabrum, wrapping it around one of his hands. She couldn't be the only one in control tonight, he thought to himself. Her sexy body leaning against the table spurred him on, and he knew if he wasn't inside her soon, he would combust.
He could feel her watching his every move as he surveyed her, and he quickly needed the table cleared off, and he heard her gasp when he pushed the vase and flowers to the floor where it made a loud crashing sound. Keeping his eyes on her, he didn't care to see the mess he made. Her gaze broke from his, looking at the shards of glass from the vase and broken flowers scattered across the expensive carpet.
Taking her face in his large hand, he tilted her chin up to him, fixating her eyes back to him . "Turn around," he commanded, his voice never getting above a whisper, and she did as he told her. He admired her toned shoulders and the way her ass looked in the sparkling material. He would like this view as he took her from behind.
The soft linen began to unravel in his hands, and as he pulled it tightly, it made a snapping noise. Her shoulders jumped, and he enjoyed the way she responded. Being a little jumpy meant her body was alert and ready for what was to come.
His body pressed up behind hers, and he slowly brought the material around her eyes and began to blindfold her. He had to bend a few of the feathers on her mask when tying the knot behind her head, but she didn't seem to care. He followed the descent of one of the feathers that had broken off and fell to the floor. It just added to the mess he was making.
"Bend over," he demanded again, and he smiled when she laid herself chest down on the table, leaving her ass in front off him.
"Oh," escaped her mouth when he gently kicked her legs apart, making himself a spot behind her. He slid his hands down her bare arms, feeling the goosebumps form as he did. Taking the long ends of the blindfold that were left over, he began to tie her hands together until she broke his grip.
"No," was all she uttered, and he didn't fight it. He watched as her hands went back to gripping the table. He assumed she needed somewhere to anchor herself when he finally was able to take her. He wouldn't be gentle, so she would need to hold on to something.
He got to his knees and was ready to start revealing the rest of her beautiful body to him. His fingers gathered the bottom of her dress and began inching it up her thighs. He took his time, feeling her warm flesh beneath his hands. He soon brought her dress up above her waist. What he found had him frozen.
For his entire life, black was his color of choice. He only drove expensive, black cars; wore only tailored, black suits; preferred black dresses on attractive women; and loved the black of night. Tonight, however, his preference had changed. He believed he'd never look at the color blue the same again.
On the most perfect ass he'd ever seen was a pair of blue panties that made him pay homage to the designer of this particular piece of lingerie. The way the material criss-crossed over the top of her firm ass made him speechless. The tiny strip of lace curved just so over the roundness of her butt, and it made his cock twitch in anticipation. Trailing his fingers back and forth over the blue lace, he heard her hum a small moan. Knowing his touch illicited such a response from her turned him on and had him ready for more.
Kylo took the delicate fabric and hooked it with his thumbs, sliding it down her shapely legs. Aayla helped him take off the small panties by lifting her heels and allowing him to remove them off her body completely. He slid her panties in his pocket, keeping them as a token of this night.
He rested his hands on the outside of her legs and began kissing his way up her inner right thigh. He left wet kisses and puffed tiny breaths where his lips had been. Aayla's body tensed as he worked his way upwards.
"Oh," was all she whispered. He loved torturing her and wanted to taste her, but his need to be buried inside her overcame his will to lick and tease her more. Maybe he'd save that for next time?
Kylo stood behind her bare ass and gripped her hips, admiring her from this vantage point. His fingers were drawn to her wet folds, and he began sliding them back and forth, enjoying the feel of her slickness. She was wet just for him.
"Please," was all she had to say to make him begin. Her body begged for his.
He took a condom out from his pocket and then quickly unbuttoned his black pants. Pushing his boxer briefs down, he finally released his cock from the confines of his clothing, and then placed the condom on in record speed. Kylo centered himself at her entrance and pulled her hips to him.
He paused for a moment and relished her beauty. Pretty soon, he'd only be concerned with making himself come. He at least wanted to remember her in that brief moment.
"Please," he heard her beg again.
In one swift thrust, he was inside her tightness. It enveloped him and made him take pause, letting the pleasure engulf him. He slowly pulled himself out and pushed back inside her a little harder and filled her completely. His throat let out a low moan of pleasure. No one had ever felt this good around his cock. Aayla was well on her way of winning the prize for ridding his mind of Rey, but nothing could prepare him for what happened next.
"Bloody hell," Aayla screamed when he had filled her completely. Out of nowhere a strong, British accent escaped.
In a moment of alarm, he tried to shake off the sound of the familiar voice he could never forget. It couldn't be, he tried to reassure himself. She's not supposed to be here. Book club meeting. Fuckity. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Don't stop, Ben," she urged again in her British accent, not knowing his mind was blown from what he was piecing together. The more he watched her, the more he realized the truth, and bloody hell was right. It. Was. Rey.
Here she was in front of him, letting him fuck her. It wasn't right. She wasn't that kind of girl, was she? It turned him on and made him angry all at the same time. The thought that kept him sane most nights was that she wasn't out in the world sleeping with random men. As long as he could keep her virginal persona alive in his mind, he was safe and wouldn't have to compete with anyone else. He could go on lusting after her from afar. Not having her was sufficient because no one else was in the picture. But now that he knew she was sleeping with a random stranger, albeit him, it made his world flip upside down. Her soft voice broke through his deep thoughts.
"Please, Ben. Don't stop," her fake voice now called out to him.
His fingers that dug deeply into her flesh around her hips let up a bit. He didn't want to bruise her flawless skin. Now that it was Rey, his demeanor changed all together. Once needing this woman to help rid his mind of her, he actually had her right in front of him, and he was already balls deep inside her.
"Fuck," he whispered, and began pushing in and out of her gently, doing what she asked. Before, he was ready to go fast and hard, but now he wanted to make it last. He may only get one night with her, and he was going to do his best to relish every moment.
He watched as she writhed on the table every time he filled her to the hilt, and he noticed how her mouth formed itself into an oval when she moaned in pleasure. Kylo made sure to memorize the swivel of her hips when she pressed back into his thrusts. God, she was amazing and better than anything he could ever dream up.
"Oh, Ben...harder...harder," she cried, and he could sense her climax coming. Even though he wanted to make this rendezvous last all night, he couldn't keep nature from taking its course. Once he got rougher with her, he'd surely come in no time flat.
The force of his pushing increased, making him clench his grip on her harder, pushing her ass into him. The sound of skin on skin rocked in motion with the beat of the music from the gala. One of his hands meandered to her lower belly, searching for her magic spot. He wanted her to come and come hard, and he knew just how to do it.
"Oh...Ben. Yes!" she screamed as his middle finger began to play with her sensitive clit. He watched as her back arched and her palms pressed against the table. Hearing her moans and whimpers were sending him over the edge. He pussy began milking his cock. He knew she was there.
"Oh...ung...Ben...oh, Ben..." was all she said before her body stilled beneath his.
A guttural moan escaped from the lower part of his chest as he thrust into her forcefully one last time, spilling everything he had inside her.
Their labored breathing was drowned out from the noise of the gala, and it took a few minutes for the two of them to move. He had to lean on the table in order to stay standing because his legs had become incredibly weak. How the hell was he supposed to drive home after this. Maybe she'd go home with him?
Kylo laughed at that thought. She'd flee in disgust if she knew it were him behind the mask, and he couldn't have her hating him even more. He needed her to believe he was a one-night-stand who fucked her at the gala, never to be seen again. It killed him to pretend he was still the guy named Ben, and not who he really was.
"What's so funny?" she asked. He reluctantly released himself from inside her. He then watched her pull her dress back down her over perfect ass. Hopefully she wouldn't care about the panties he kept in his pocket. Her hands then moved behind her head to remove the blindfold, but he immediately stopped her from doing so.
"Um, nothing's funny. Don't!" he called out.
Her hands fought his for a moment, and then she quickly acquiescenced and let the blindfold stay.
"You have more planned?" she cooed.
Fuck. Me. Player Kylo would've said yes. The Kylo that wanted Rey to keep her dignity and not find out she slept with the guy she thought was a jerk put the brakes on the whole situation.
"I wish I could stay, but I have to go."
"You do?" Her voice sounded disappointed.
"Yeah, I do," he lied.
"Will I see you again?" she asked. He could hear her trying to keep up her American accent, but the British couldn't help but seep in.
"You want to see me again?" He questioned, surprised.
"Yes, but not tonight. Let's meet later in the week. Maybe by then I'll be ready for you to who I am without this mask." Her lips formed the radiant smile he had seen many times at work. Of course, those smiles were never directed towards him, so his chest swelled just a little knowing that particular smile was for him.
"Okay." Kylo Ren, you're a horrible person for even entertaining this idea, he told himself.
Yet he didn't stop.
"Meet me at the little bistro on the corner of 6th and VeshokStreet. Thursday. 7pm. You know the one?" Her hand felt for his and found it. She wrapped her fingers in between his.
"Okay," was all he could say.
"You'll need to go get cleaned up, so you can go before me. I'll wait a few minutes before I leave." He realized she was calling all the shots again, which put him in unfamiliar territory.
"Why not just take off our masks now?" he asked stupidly, knowing if they did, he'd be toast. He kept his voice quiet as to not let her know it was him.
"Because this is the way it has to be. If our masks stay on, this fantasy is still in tact." She really loved that romance novel bull shit, didn't she?
He didn't respond. He just took one last chaste kiss from her lips. He'd forever remember how she smiled when he pulled away.
As he walked to the men's room, he buttoned his pants, and quickened his pace. He had no idea what just happened. All he knew is that he probably messed up any chance to be with Rey, and his plan to fuck someone to make him forget her had back fired big time.
If she hadn't filled his brain enough before, she now consumed his body and soul. He had slept with her, marking her as his, but she would never know. His goal of getting her out of his mind completely failed.
He hung out in the men's room longer than he should, making sure he gave her and ample time to leave. When he had finally gotten himself somewhat together, he quietly left the gala and the party goers who were still dancing the night away.
As he made his way out front, he reached in his pocket for the valet ticket to get his car brought around, and that was when he felt the silk of her panties in his pocket. He felt his chest constrict with unfamiliar pain. Kylo didn't know how he would ever get over Rey now.
~o~
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