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Rey grunted as she turned the key in the door’s lock, stiff with age and the current cold. As she opened the door and stepped inside the hotel, the alarm started wailing loudly. She winced at the high-pitched grating noise reverberating around her. She dumped her bags while she rummaged around under the desk for where ever her manager had left the security fob. She rolled her eyes when it was not in the usual place and the alarm went up a notch in pitch.
“Dammit,” she muttered.
Eventually, she found it tucked behind a box of receipts, and quickly ran over to the alarm system to turn it off. She sighed with relief when it turned off, silence falling across the room.
Letting herself into the office, the fluorescent lights flickering on automatically. As she placed her belongings on a chair, she spied a note from Poe her manager.
‘Hey Rey
Hope you’re okay. Bad news I’m afraid, Kaydal is off
Sick tonight. As you know, due to company policy and
Health and safety, you cannot be alone in the building.
I’ve hired a Security Guard for the night. He’ll get there
about 19:30.
See you soon.
Poe’
Rey huffed, annoyed that she’d now need to spend the entire twelve hours of her shift with some fusty old security guard. Filling in the relevant paperwork and signing the handover on the computer, she knew that she couldn’t complain, not really. Ever since lockdown had come into place, The Niima Outpost Hotel had closed for business temporarily, along with every other hotel in the country aside from those in bigger cities. Jakku wasn’t really anywhere, so the hotel wasn’t needed for key workers. If she had been honest, Rey relished it. She had been paid extra to come in and do security shifts, no guests, no hassle, it was ideal. They sometimes had the odd job left for them, but were mostly left to it, which was fine with her. She’d managed to catch up on so much reading and tv boxsets. She just hoped that this security guard would stay in his own corner all night and leave her to it. She hated small talk.
When she’d finished the handover on the computer, she went to the kitchen and made herself a coffee, starting how she meant to go on. As she stirred the spoon in the dark brown liquid, she jumped when the buzzer in her pocket began to vibrate rapidly, someone was at the door. Unbeknownst to them, she could see them through the peephole on the kitchen door. Peering through, she spied a tall, hulking figure standing under the porch outside of the main door. Hooded, a black shape lurking ominously in the shadows. She left the kitchen and headed back into the reception, coffee mug in hand. Though she couldn’t see his face, she could feel their eyes following her across the room as she made her way to the intercom. She pushed the button on the intercom, the static filling the silence. The visitor’s face was still hidden by his hood; she tried not to feel intimidated by his enormous frame.
“Yes, can I help you?”
The figure took one step closer to the door.
“I’m the security guard Mr Dameron hired for the night,” the voice was deep and rich with a soft, seductive timbre.
Rey’s insides fluttered inexplicably.
“Do you have ID?”
“Of course,” he pushed his hood from his head and reached into his pockets.
It was extremely fortunate that he was looking away for Rey’s mouth had dropped. Whatever and whoever she had been expecting, it had not been what stood before her.
“Here you go,” he held up a photo ID and a copy of an email from Poe.
Her face scrunched up as she looked at the tiny photo on the card and back up to his face.
“Ben Solo, First Order Security.”
He watched her through the glass, trying not to react to the way her freckles crinkled on her nose as she scrutinised him. She in turn, tried not to blush as she examined his face. He was pale, with deep, dark soulful eyes and full soft lips a girl could get lost on. His strong aquiline nose gave him the look of a Byronic hero or highwayman, his soft dark hair falling over his face. Rey clenched, pretty much everywhere and without realising it, her tongue ran over her bottom lip. They stood staring at each other through the door.
“Are you going to let me in?”
His voice, low and silky made her shiver. Maybe the next twelve hours weren’t going to be too bad after all. He cleared his throat for she still hadn’t replied, trying to compute the specimen in front of her.
“Oh yes, of course,” she felt her cheeks burn as she pressed the button to open the door.
She stood out of the way to let him in, nervous anticipation fluttering around her stomach.
Once he was inside, she locked the door once more, shivering at the blast of cold air that had rushed in. Turning around she found him standing awkwardly in the reception foyer, looking carefully around. She rushed past him to the office and opened the door, feeling his presence behind her. He followed her into the office and Rey tried not to notice how he filled the small space. As he removed his coat, she pulled out the tablet for him to sign in for his shift. Her fingers brushed his as she handed him the item and to her annoyance found herself blushing again. What the hell was wrong with her? He just silently signed in and handed it back to her.
“There’s not much to do,” said Rey, pretending to look intently at something on the computer screen. “I get a lot of reading done.”
She laughed nervously, but he didn’t react, his face impassive, still standing there.
“Well, I take my job very seriously Miss…”
“Johnson,” she muttered, beginning to feel an inch tall.
“Well Miss Johnson, I’m going to do a sweep of the building and outside.”
She scoffed before seeing the thunderous expression on his face.
“Erm sure,” she bit her lip, wiping her damp palms on her jeans. “You know it’s really quiet here.”
“Quiet or not, I have a job to do.”
Rey instantly bristled at his tone, feeling indignant at his attitude.
“I know, I’m just saying…”
He held his hand up.
“I’ll leave you to your reading, I have things to do.”
With that, he walked out off the office, the door clicking shut behind him. Rey tutted with a huff, her temper flaring.
‘Who the hell does he think he is? Grumpy bastard.’
Trying to ignore how riled up he made her, she angrily tapped the keys as she completed the daily admin. She sipped on the now cooling coffee, wondering how she was going to make it through the shift.
It must have been nearly an hour by the time he returned, his face still story. He says nothing and sits in the vacant chair next to her. She lets out a little sigh and shimmied her chair further away from him. From the corner of her eye, she saw him staring at her, obviously picking up on her annoyance, for she wasn’t hiding it. He still said nothing and instead rummaged around in his backpack and pulled out a bottle of juice. Her eyes flashed up and lingered longer than she meant to as she watched the veins in his neck pulse as he drank from the bottle. She quickly flicked her eyes back down to the pages of her book thought the words were currently a blur.
It seemed as though hours had passed in silence, when in reality it had only been five minutes.
“So…are we just going to sit here all night?” he asked finally, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest.
Rey huffed for what seemed the hundredth time that night and slammed her book shut, glaring at him.
“Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but you’ve been paid to come here and do your job…as security. So maybe just stick to that, okay?”
His brow raised at her sudden outburst and angry expression. He couldn’t help but notice the way her nose scrunched up in temper, her eyes flashing with amber light.
“I was just saying…”
“I know what you were just saying,” she snapped, her eyes still crinkled in a glare.
“Why are you so defensive?” his expression looked almost wounded.
For a moment his cold façade slipped, giving her a glimpse of a surprising vulnerability.
“Because I don’t need arseholes like you coming in and telling me how to do my job!”
She carried on before he had chance to respond.
“And for your information, all of the work that needed doing, I’ve already done on the previous four, twelve hour shifts I’ve done this week,” she let out a deep sigh, trying to calm her voice. “So no, there isn’t anything else to do tonight except keep an eye on this place.”
Awkward, heavy silence settled down upon them, the air crackling. He observed her expression and the way that she seemed almost surprised at her own forceful reaction. She bit her fingernail aggressively, avoiding his eyes, those soft open eyes that looked at her with something akin to yearning. She had no idea why he had rattled her so quickly. Well, she had an idea but she quickly pushed that back down, both confused and intrigued.
“Anyway, what did you do to deserve the Christmas Eve shift?” she changed the subject, her tone calmer, though still frosty. “Not want to spend it with your family?”
‘I’m not fishing, I’m not fishing, I don’t care.’
Ben placed his bottle on the desk after taking another sip, his eyes keeping down, long black lashes fluttering the smallest amount. It seemed to be the longest pause until he replied. She watched his face while she waited for an answer, studying the constellation of moles scattered delicately across the pale skin, the slight twitches of the muscles in his face.
“I don’t have a family, not anymore,” he looked back up, his eyes fixed on hers. “At least not one that wants me.”
His blunt, raw words somewhat took the wind out of her sails, her lips parting in surprise. Though he had made the statement in a casual and off hand manner, he was not a good enough actor to hide the raw pain. She was not entirely sure how to respond and when she did it seemed woefully inadequate.
“Oh.”
He just shrugged, his adam’s apple bobbing in his muscled neck.
“How about you?” he returned the question, his heavy gaze fixed on her, his jawline tightened.
Her face hardened as she let out a little sniff, trying to appear disaffected.
“Nobody.”
One word, one word that spoke volumes. One word that painted her abandonment, loneliness and resentment. He felt a tug, deep within his chest, recognising something of himself within her, that naked, raw need and anger.
“I don’t even have a family to not give a damn about me,” she added, curling one leg up under her. “So, you have one up on me there.”
She let out a little burst of laughter, more to dispel her own emotion that had bubbled up. He reflected the letter with a wry smile. A barrier had fallen, some of the tension in the room dissipating, like a mist after a storm.
Again, she noticed that softness in his eye’s and wondered again at how she had initially thought him cold. Awkward and blunt yes, but cold, no.
He cleared his throat, chewing his inner lip.
“Can I get you another coffee?”
She recognised it for the olive branch that it was and nodded.
“Yes please.”
He stood from the chair that was comically small compared to his huge frame that just seemed to take up so much room. Standing in front of her, she couldn’t help but let her eyes drift upwards, settling for a moment longer than was polite at his groin.
He cleared his throat again, making her eyes shoot upwards. She caught the whisper of a smirk on his full lips, causing her cheeks to redden.
“Milk and sugar please,” she murmured, spinning her chair away from him and facing the desk once more.
She picked up her book again, opening it to where she had got to, trying to ignore the burning of her ears as she waited for him to go. She breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind him.
She examined her feelings, bewildered by her reaction to him. She’d gone from feral gremlin to blushing schoolgirl. Her foot tapped ferociously on the floor as she started chewing on her fingernails again. She tried to focus on her book once more, but it was not happening. She let out a heavy sigh as the door opened and Ben returned, balancing the two steaming mugs as he held the door. Rey jumped up to help and took a mug from him, biting her lip when their fingers brushed, a spark of warmth jumping across their skin.
“Thanks,” she mumbled, sitting down again, her mug clutched between hands.
He sat opposite her, the chair creaking under her weight.
“It’s started snowing,” Ben commented, before taking a gulp of the hot coffee from the mug that looked far too small in his hand.
Rey’s head whipped around to look outside through the small office window. Sure enough, large clumps of snowflakes were falling thick and fast.
“Great.”
She turned to face him once more, cursing when some of her coffee sloshed over the side of her cup.
“We might get stranded here,” he looked at her over his mug.
His eyes were intense and piercing, his words heavy as though some other meaning lay behind them.
“I’m sure that it won’t be as bad as all that,” she tried to sound light and unaffected, but his words had unsettled her.
“Hmmmm,” he scrolled down the screen on his phone. “Forecast says its here for the night, weather warnings have been put out.”
His forehead crinkled as he frowned, his hooded eyes narrowing as he continued to scroll.
“Bit late for weather warnings,” she grumbled, clutching her mug.
Ben shrugged, putting his phone down on the desk.
“What’s your company procedure for situations like this?”
“Well, if guests were here, it’s not like we’d abandon the place so guess we’ll just have to wait it out and see how the land lies tomorrow.”
Ben just nodded silently.
“Dibs on the honeymoon suite if we do get stranded,” she laughed, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
His brow raised as he studied her, a smirk on his lips, faint, but it was there. Again, she felt hot all over and mused that this had to be breaking a record of how many times she’d blushed in such a short space of time.
“So, Miss Johnson, how long have you worked here?”
“Rey, it’s Rey,” she offered sheepishly, embarrassed at her earliest behaviour.
“Rey,” he repeated softly, as though testing the name on his lips.
She liked it.
“I’ve been here for three years, as soon as I left school.”
“Did you not want to go to college?” he asked, before draining the last of his drink.
She scoffed and placed her mug down lightly harder than she had intended.
“I didn’t have that option,” she explained, her expression darkening. “My foster family wanted me out as soon as they could, I was no longer a pay cheque to them once I aged up. So, I had to get a new home and a job to pay for it.”
“Oh.”
He could have kicked himself at his own ignorance.
“Sooo I got a job here as a cleaner to start with and a room in town, it wasn’t much but it was mine, you know? I then moved on to reception and admin and met my best friend Rose and we got an apartment together.”
“What would you have like to have done?”
“Study engineering,” she answered straight away, no hesitation. “I still will, one day. I’m gradually saving up to go back to school.”
She held his gaze, her warm eyes showing her vulnerability and defiant strength.
“It can’t have been easy.”
“No, but that’s life isn’t it?” she shrugged. “How about you? You always been in security?”
“No.”
When he didn’t offer up any further information she attempted to probe further.
“So, what did you do before?!"
He shifted in his chair.
“I used to have a business.”
“What did you do?”
“Recruitment, not very exciting.”
He offered up a half smile but didn’t say much else.
He started rummaging around in his bag, before pulling out a well-worn dog eared novel with yellowing pages. Pretending to read herself, she couldn’t help but watch him, the book small in his hand. He nibbled his lip as he read, frowning in concentration.
Half an hour passed when he suddenly placed his book on the table before standing. He stretched with a yawn, his arms above his head. Rey’s eyes flicked upwards as his black sweater lifted, revealing a taut, pale stomach with a thin trail of hair peeking above his belt. A rush of warmth pooled in her belly and a nervous dance of excitement swirled through her.
“I’m going to do another check,” he yawned again. “Pass some time.”
“I can think of better ways to pass the time,” as soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes widened and she pursed her mouth.
He paused, his whole body stiffening at the double meaning behind her words, she couldn’t have meant that, could she? She couldn’t believe that she had said that, that those words had actually left her mouth. Their eyes locked as the current between them crackled in the air. She noticed how his ears had turned a deep red, as they stuck out from behind his dark hair.
Neither of them spoke, and the more time that passed, the less able to speak they were. His eyes, full of darkness and heat, drifted down to her lips that parted. Both of them were stood upon a precipice, one more step would be all it took for both of them to tumble. Rey’s tongue darted out and wet her lip, the air suddenly dry. Ben’s jaw clenched and unclenched his hand at his side as though not knowing what to do with it.
“Maybe when I get back, you can enlighten me,” his voice had dropped even lower, husky and full of meaning and danger.
Something convulsed deep inside of her, hollowing her out to the core. His deep timbre had not shattered the thick silence, only enhanced it, lacing it with a promise of desire.
Before she could reply, he left the room, the door shutting with an echoing click. She sat utterly still for a minute, until the reality of the situation sunk in.
“Bloody hell,” she whispered.
Was this happening, could this happen? Was she going to let this happen? Rey, who never took any risks, never indulged herself, not really…
She pondered over it, quickly in her mind, weighing it up. Apart from the implications of it being at work, though nobody would ever have to know, what was stopping her. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him, that had been immediate, despite their fiery start. What if he hadn’t really meant it and was just flirting, what if he was an axe murdered? So many what ifs.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she quickly grabbed her bag, rooting around for a mint. She checked her reflection in her pocket mirror, wishing that she looked a little less tired, a little more vibrant. She tried to push her own, nagging self-doubt behind her. That was for every day Rey, not tonight, tonight she was confident, impulsive, desired.
As the office door opened and he stood filling the doorway with his broad frame, she almost faltered. His expression, though not scowling, was serious and intense, dark and imposing. He leant against the doorway, looking less casual than he was clearly attempting to appear. If it were not for the liquid fire in his eyes, it would almost be adorable. Rey stood up abruptly before she changed her mind, her legs almost betraying her. His eyes flickered as she stood, but he stayed where he was, waiting to see what she would do.
Trying to keep her expression impassive, she picked up the buzzer for the front door and walked across the office, closing the gap between them. He straightened as she grew nearer, sighing faintly when she stepped past him and out into the foyer. He should have known she was only joking; he was an idiot; they had just met for goodness’s sake. Probably for the best, he was not so reckless or impulsive normally, not when it came to women, he kept his distance. He didn’t know what it was about her that had made him forget himself.
He was staring into the empty office when she cleared her throat behind him. He turned to find her watching her, her face full of curiosity and what looked like nervousness.
“You coming?” she inclined her head.
‘Fuck.’
XXXX
Ben’s legs felt unsteady as he followed her into the hotel’s quiet and empty corridors. He was also pretty sure he had stopped breathing, his stomach shrinking within itself, deep inside. He could not believe that she was going along with this. When he had suggestively flirted with her, a small part of his brain, located in the department where long lost dreams and fantasies resided, he had hoped. The rational part of his mind had told him that there was no way that someone like her would be interested in him. No way she would want him if she knew who he was, what he was. He ignored those thoughts, rejected them, at least for now. Now was for her…
She used her master key and swiped the lock on the first room that they go to, number 10. Her hands shook and he couldn’t help but wonder if she were as nervous as he. She flicked the lights on, holding the door open for him as she adjusted the temperature on the control panel. The room was chilly from lack of use and the bitter cold weather outside.
The door shut behind him with an almost mocking finality, the two of them quiet. Rey turned to face him, where he stood in the middle of the room. She looked small and vulnerable, yet something in her eyes encouraged him. He wanted this, he wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life before. He knew that it was beyond all reason and logic, but he simply did not care. He cleared his throat and took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. She gulped; her breath caught.
“We don’t have to do this,” he whispered, now standing close to her, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body.
Her brain told her to leave, this was crazy, but maybe she wanted crazy. She closed the gap between them, though they still were not touching, yet an invisible pull tethered them together.
“I want this,” her voice barely rose above a whisper, the sound caressing Ben, the hairs on his neck bristling. “And I want to do something that I want for once.”
He understood that, he really did.
She noticed the muscles in his neck twitch as he clenched his jaw, his breath deepening. His dark eyes seemed to deepen, swirls of ink and amber, his nostrils flared. She tentatively reached a hand upwards and cupped his face in her hand. She felt a strange ache in her chest as he leant into her touch.
He examined her face as he relished in the soft cooling touch of her hand upon his face. Her eyes were large and wide as she looked up at him, biting her lower lip, deepening it to a dark crimson. A look he could not define flashed across her features.
“There’s something you need to know first,” her eyes flickered down and she shifted on the spot.
His brow raised in question, his stomach fluttering, trying to guess at what she would tell him.
She took a deep breath.
“I’ve…I’ve never done this before,” her eyes shot back up to him, her lashes wispy and soft.
He let out a little laugh, and took her hand, swamping it in his large one.
“Me neither, to be honest,” he smiled, reassuring and warm.
She let out a strangled breath, as though she had been holding it in. She bit her lip again, her cheeks turning crimson.
“No, I mean, I’ve never …done this,” her voice had dropped and her expression was full of meaning.
Ben’s head snapped up, his cheeks now flushing.
“Oh.”
His eyes dropped, shifting away from her; he had not expected that. Her hand pulled away from his, she wrapped her arms awkwardly around her middle.
“What’s wrong?” he spoke softly, not wanting to scar her away.
He lifted his hand to her face and held her cheek, his touch soft and gentle.
“I thought that it might put you off.”
Her voice sounded so vulnerable, not like the fierce, blazing woman she had presented to him earlier that night.
“I was just surprised.”
She scrunched her nose and frowned.
“Why?”
He blushed again.
“Well, look at you, you’re beautiful.”
If someone else had said that to her, she would have thought it was a cheesy line. Yet those words coming from his full, soft lips were the most delectable words she’d ever heard. She had no doubt that he meant them, from the tone of his voice, to the deep, earnest, almost pleading look in his eyes. She tried to shrug it off, but he gripped her by the shoulders and leaned his face down towards her.
“Really, you are.”
Her heart fluttered as she offered up a small, shy smile which he could not help but return.
He closed the gap between them and gently placed his lips upon hers, barely brushing against her. He held back, wanting to grab her, consume her, burn with her.
They parted, eyes locked and he wailed, bated breath, waiting for her. She smiled again and snaked her hands up his shoulders and clasping behind his neck, revelling in the feel of the thick muscle. She pulled his face back down to her, their lips joining once more. The kiss deepened, warm and wet, mouths exploring, growing in intensity. His groin throbbed when she let out a little moan into his mouth as his hands slid down to grab her cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded as his mouth claimed hers, their tongues sliding. Her nerves and tension began to melt away, her body becoming loose and pliable.
She moaned again with a little sigh into his mouth, making him growl, deep and guttural. He quickly scooped her up, holding her against him as she locked her legs around his waist. He walked and dropped them both on to the bed, keeping her under him. He moved his kisses to her jaw, then down to her slender neck, hot and soft. Her back arched as she pulled him in closer with her legs.
She tugged hungrily at the hem of his sweater and began pulling it up, her fingers brushing against the taut, smooth muscles of his abdomen. He pulled his lips away from her and pushed himself up, already missing the feel of her being tight against him. He knelt in front of her, his legs either side of hers as he reached up, stretching his arms overhead as he pulled the sweater free, his hair flopping messily over his face. Rey’s breath caught in her throat and her heart thudded erratically; he was beautiful, like something out of a fantasy. Something in her face made him pause, looking down at her, his lids heavy, mouth parted with a deep breath. He said nothing but the look he gave her was a question. She nodded and reached for him, pulling him back down so his body covered hers.
He barely knew he; she was a stranger but he had not felt this comfortable for the longest time. As her arms wrapped around his thick broad shoulders, he wandered at how safe he felt with her.
She pulled his face down next to hers, pushing her hand up into his soft hair and bringing her lips next to his ear.
“Show me,” she whispered, before letting her head fall back onto the bed.
His lips pulled into a smile and he nodded before planting a devouring kiss upon her mouth. That’s what it felt like to her, being devoured piece by piece. She revelled in it.
As he kissed her, she began to pull her jumper off, making him laugh against her mouth when she began to struggle. He stopped for a moment to help her, before throwing it aside, not caring where it landed. He unbuttoned her jeans, beginning to tug them off. She let out a nervous laugh as they stuck half way.
“Winter weight,” she giggled.
As he pulled the jeans fully off, he stroked her his hands up her legs, making her shiver until his hands gripped her hips.
“It looks good on you,” his eyes looked dark and liquid embers.
He dropped back down to her side, making her bounce on the mattress, stroking her arms. His hand smoothed down her over stomach, making her skin goosebump. His mouth fell back on to hers, claiming and exploring while her hands reached across his muscles. Overwhelming need and desire flooded her senses, that deep throbbing between her legs growing and pulsing. She let out a small whimper when she felt his large erection pressing into her outer thigh. Still kissing her, he pulled the straps of her yellow cotton bra down, before sliding a hand under her and releasing the bra fastener. She gasped as her bra disappeared and her bare breasts were exposed to the slight chill in the room.
Ben looked down at her, pupils dilating, his lips red and swollen from kissing her. Eyes on hers, his hands ran over her left breast, thumbing the nipple until it peaked. She began to squirm and arch her back making him grin, his eyes twinkling.
Repositioning himself again, he ducked his head down and took her hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking. She cried out at the sensation and grabbed at his hair, pulling and tugging. His free hand massaged her other breast, his whole hand covering it, the heat of his palm spreading through her.
“You like that?” he whispered hoarsely over her skin.
“Uh huh,” she panted as he carried on, warm and wet.
She grew restless as he focused attention on her breasts, wanting more, needing more. Sensing her building need, he trailed his lips down, licking and tasting the skin across her stomach.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, her taste and scent making him harder.
He wanted to plunge into her hard and fast there and then, thrust in and out of her and chase the dark shadows away. He couldn’t, not yet. His lips reached her hip bone where he grazed his teeth across the skin as her panting grew, though he had barely touched her.
He looked up at her as his hands gripped her panties, pausing, waiting for her. She bit her lip, a flash of anxiety in her eyes.
“You okay,” he asked, his voice becoming raspy with desire.
Her hands clutched at each other across her stomach.
“I…I’m just worried you won’t like me.”
His brow wrinkled in a frown, and he paused for just a moment.
“Let me show you how much I like you?”
His palm rested on her mound so that she could feel the heat of his hand where she was most sensitive. He applied a little pressure, pushing the heel of his hand into her, making her throw her head back down. He could feel the cotton beneath his heel growing damp so he ground his hand against her again.
“Yes, yes please,” she panted.
“Good girl,” he smiled softly, running his hand up and down over her underwear. “You’re so wet.”
Her hands grabbed at the bed covers as she closed her eyes tightly shut, her breath coming in little pants. She felt him pull her panties down her legs until she was completely exposed before him. He blew warm breath across the juncture at her thigh, both soothing and teasing her. She let out a little cry when he shifted again and pulled her legs apart. Opening her eyes warily, she looked down at him, his attention was completely on her. Flickering his eyes up, he stared at her as ran his fingers over her exposed glistening flesh, up and down, slowly, teasing. Still keeping his eyes on her, he positioned himself between her legs, throwing her legs over his shoulders. She held her breath as his full, soft lips lowered down and took her in his mouth. She let out a strangled cry as he began to suck and lick at her clit, his hands holding her inner thighs. His tongue and lips worked her, building a steady rhythm, switching up and changing, listening to her response with her voice and her body, every small quiver and shudder she made. His senses were flooded by her taste and smell, her skin, driving him on; he pushed his face further into her with a groan. She panted and cried and reached for his hair again, anchoring her from the intense sensations taking over. He slid his hands round and under her, grabbing her cheeks, squeezing and pulling her closer to him; she still didn’t feel close enough.
Her breathing and panting began to grow more urgent and erratic as his rhythm quickened before darting his tongue inside her silken flesh. She cried even louder at the feel of a part of him inside of her. He felt her body begin to tense; she was close, so close.
“B…Ben,” she gasped, grabbing at his hair.
Moving his right hand from under and bought it between her thighs and before she realised what he was doing, pushed a finger through her soaking flesh. Her back arched from the bed, her thighs gripping his ears. He didn’t let up his rhythm and began to piston his finger in and out of her, adding a second finger. She cried out as her whole body began to shake, a fluttering rippling through her. She could have sworn she blacked out for a second.
He gently pulled his finger from her, kissing her clit once more before looking up to check on her. Her face and collar bones were flushed, eyes still closed, her breath slowing.
“Oh my,” she whispered.
He let out a deep, throaty chuckle as he stroked her stomach gently. Her body let out another shiver, making her open her eyes finally. She looked down at him where he casually leant on his hand, looking up at her with his full lips covered in a sheen of her own arousal. With his raven dark hair falling over his face and pale marble like muscles, he looked like some kind of vampiric, hedonistic love god. She let out a burst of laughter, covering her face with her hands.
“What?” his tone was gentle as he trailed his fingers across her skin in circles.
“I just can’t believe we’re doing this.”
He laughed.
“Yeh, me neither.”
He climbed up so that he lay next to her on his side. She hit his chest playfully, letting her fingers linger on his chest, having an indescribable urge to bite him.
“Yeh right,” she teased.
“What?”
“I bet you’ve had hundreds of women,” she joked, ignoring that little flash of jealousy.
His hand slid lazily up to her breast, circling the nipple with his thumb.
“Not even close,” he murmured.
He saw the disbelieving look on her face as it tilted up towards him. He sighed and grimaced.
“Just that…people think they know me, who I am, what I am, some kind of monster,” he spoke with a light tone but she detected the hurt in his expression.
“You’re a monster because you’re a security guard?” she laughed. “You need to meet better people.”
He half smiled.
“Yeh something like that,” he replied, looking away for a second. “The rest just wanted to use me.”
She held his face in her hand.
“Well let’s see that we can do about that,” she whispered, before pulling him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips.
The kiss did not take long to grow heated, needy and consuming. Ben shifted so that he was over her, pushing her thighs apart once more with his knees. He broke apart from their kiss, kneeling between her slender legs as her eyes drew naturally down to the large erection pushing at the material of his jeans.
She was both full of trepidation and excitement as he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans, before pushing them down. He pulled a small, flat, square packet from his pocket before pushing the jeans away off the bed. Pulling his boxers down, his large, throbbing erection sprang free, glistening at the tip. He fell back down over her, the mattress bouncing at the weight of his body. She wrapped her arms around him as he settled between her thighs, kissing her, stroking her. She could feel his cock, long and hard, pressing into her lower stomach, hot velvet, making her push her body up towards him. Her breathing was heavy and strained again; she knew that he was holding her back.
She moved more underneath him, reaching for more, craving more, an aching need deep within her.
“Please,” she asked again, clutching his shoulders.
The word had barely left her mouth when he moved his body, his erection pushing gently at her entrance. He felt her body tense, her eyes still fixed on him before he entered her with a slow, steady thrust. She gasped at the pinched feeling as her body accommodated him. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath, his body stilled, giving her a moment.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his voice shaking at the feeling of being inside of her, her walls fitting around him.
Her eyes opened again, golden and hazy as she nodded.
“Yes, yes I’m fine.”
His lips covered hers again, kissing her as though starved. He began to move slowly inside of her, gasping with each slow thrust. The initial discomfort faded away, turning into pleasure, her body moving to match his. Her pants began to turn to cries as he grew a little faster with his movements, more urgent.
“I’m okay,” she gasped. “You…you can…go harder, harder.”
She thrust her hips up in to him, clawing at his shoulders. He let go, pounding into her, harder and faster, her cries growing more animalistic. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room as his thrusting grew to a fever pitch. Rey clung on to him, her cries now silent, mouth open, eyes shut.
“Look at me Rey,” he stuttered, his voice cracking. “Look at me.”
Her eyes flicked open as he cried out with a deep groan, plunging hard and deep into her, his whole-body shuddering, his eyes, black and penetrating. She let out a whimper, her fingertips dug into his back as he made one last shaky thrust.
He collapsed on top of her, his body covering hers. His head resting on her chest, his breath panting against her neck. His hand reached for hers, holding it tightly as both of their breathing and heart rates returned to normal. Ben’s whole body was a live wire, more alive and attuned to everything around him, warm and at home. How he could feel at home with a girl he had just met was beyond him, but he knew he had never felt like this after a hook up, like he belonged.