Author's Notes…
This chapter is NSFW. It may contain language that offends you. Please continue to read at your own discretion.
Little bit of plot at the end for skippers.
For Carla
Chocolate
Chapter Fourteen
Famous Last Words
"Why are we at your apartment again?"
"Because," Rey said, trying to catch her breath as Ben deposited her on her kitchen counter. Her head pressed to the cabinets above her. He was wasting little time in getting her pants and panties off her hips again. Four hours, a measly four hours, and he wouldn't make it without her a second longer. Or so silently exclaimed his lips on hers, bruising them with the intensity of their hunger, their passion.
She could hardly get a word out, not that this was a terrible… position to… be… good gad, what had she been going to say?
"I promised—mmnn—Finn—I'd meet him for drinks, and—" Right. Best get her wits about her. She was master of her libido. She would be brought down by no man.
Her lower lip became prisoner of his teeth. The way he released it was slow and torturous, and if she didn't know any better—and she believed she did—she would have sworn that this was the hallmark move he'd used in many of his novels by his rakish protagonists. Well. The rakes were, of course, quite reformed in the end, she thought around a moan. Copied—created-copied?—move or not, it felt so…
"I need to change," Rey was gasping.
Ben dropped to his knees.
"And—what are you doing?"
He set his mouth against her core and sucked. Hard.
"Bloody—" She braced one hand against a cabinet, the other against the counter, her hips bucking. His hands caught her thighs and held her in place. It was just as well; she couldn't have stayed still if her life depended on it. In defiance to the gentlemanly nature he'd displayed for months and keeping with the rough and tumble theme of the day, his tongue was a wicked, delightful torment.
Ben suckled on her clit, and her hand on the counter found his hair. He yanked one of her thighs over his shoulder and shoved three fingers into her without preamble. She choked on a yell, having more leverage now to grind against his mouth. This had escalated so quickly. She had barely kept her wits around him before… what would it be like now?
"Hey," she panted, tugging on him. "If you keep that up, I'm going to—"
"I know," he rumbled, barely parting from her folds.
Christ.
His tongue roved briefly over his fingers, up through her folds—flicked hard along her clit. She spasmed slightly, biting into her wrist, her nails digging into his scalp. If it wasn't for her paper-thin walls, she wouldn't have bothered muffling her cries. Her other hand refused to settle. It left his hair to pound the countertop, to smack the cabinet, to clench her own hair.
"Ben, I—"
He sucked harder.
A moan exploded from her as her orgasm rushed her. She was vaguely aware of both of her hands cupping the back of Ben's neck. Her head tilted to the ceiling, her eyes rolling back before they shut. She rocked her hips through it, riding that wave until she was limp, panting, laughing with only a wisp of sound.
He pressed wet kisses to her inner thigh.
"You were saying?" he asked innocently, resting his cheek near her hip.
She narrowed her eyes. "You're not as good at that as you think you are."
"Of course, I am. I'm good at anything I put my mind to." He rubbed her swollen clit. "Exhibit A, I believe."
"Ben Solo, you don't have an innocent bone in your body," Rey said tartly. "And that wasn't good."
His eyebrows rose. "No?"
She grinned. "It was amazing."
Clutching her pillow and burying her face in it was the best she could do to smother her shouts. Behind her, Ben pounded into her, his large hands wrapped around her hips. She met him thrust for thrust, since such a thing was much easier to do in this position. She was more than slick from his thoughtful ministrations in the kitchen, and he was able to go deeper than he had in her office.
"I'm going to be late," she groused without much heat.
"When we go back to my place," he rasped between thrusts, one hand splayed over the center of her back, "and we are going back to my place… We're going to do this slow… I want to take my time with you… worship every inch of this precious body…"
"S-Shut it," she said, blushing.
"I won't." He tugged her up, securing an arm about her waist. He kissed her shoulder, buried his face in her neck. "You're fucking precious to me. Accept it." His fingers found their way to her nipple and squeezed.
"So bloody pushy…"
"So fucking stubborn."
"All right, Ben Solo," she moaned, her head tilting onto his shoulder. She could hardly argue with him when he was buried in her like this, taking her to such heights. "For now, you win."
The sarcastic remark she'd come to expect was replaced with a hand gently cupping her face. His mouth touched hers. He kissed her with the rhythm of their bodies, hard, fast, a hand gliding down her stomach, collecting perspiration. It found her folds. She jerked all over as he toyed with her over-sensitive clit.
She hadn't really thought it was possible to come together with someone. She'd figured it was fabricated to sound more romantic or whatnot.
She was glad to find she'd been wrong.
And that also they'd used a condom this time, like sensible adults.
Sensible adults foolishly, hopelessly in—
No.
No, she wasn't going there.
Not yet.
"Finn is going to kill me," Rey said for the eighth time—Ben had been keeping record, the arse.
"We'll be there soon," the aforementioned arse said from his side of the cab. He didn't look up from his phone. Rey chewed on her lip and watched the buildings flash past the window.
She was incredibly late. She'd messaged ahead to let him know she was nearly there, but that didn't mean Finn wasn't going to be angry. Rey would have been. They were generally reliable, they two, and Finn had been a tad upset over Rey's absence as of late—
"He has this—who now?"
"Rose," Rey replied.
"Yeah, this Rose person."
Rey found this to be quite ambiguous, and she stared blankly at him to let him know it.
"What?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Ben sighed. "He didn't have a woman in his life before. He does now. He's not lonely anymore. He'll stop being as upset about the two of you not spending as much time together."
"You're wrong," Rey said stiffly. "He's had girlfriends in his life before, and that didn't matter."
"But were they like this Rose?" Ben argued.
"…Well, no," Rey admitted. "Not from what it seems like."
"Don't worry about it, then," he replied. "It'll be fine. I promise."
What was it they said about famous last words?