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Ben Solo had heard some pretty obscene things come out of his roommate’s mouth over the past six months since she moved in. It was a tiny apartment with paper thin walls, after all. He normally tried to put his headphones on whenever he noticed her start a ‘self love’ session, but it was normally pretty late at night when they were both shut away in their rooms.
But this time?
This time, the tell-tale moans were coming from the lounge. The lounge he had to go through to get to go for a run.
She had moved in after replying to his ad for a new room mate. He had been taken aback by her beauty immediately, and would normally have turned her down so he could pursue her another way. But his rent was almost due and with Hux leaving without a word two weeks previously, and everyone else he’d interviewed was crazy, lazy, or messy, so now, Rey Niima was his room mate.
Every morning, he had seen her in her cute pyjama’s making breakfast, just the right amount of cleavage to catch his eye but also leave him wondering just what she looked like beneath it all. Smelling her sweet scent in the bathroom when he got back from a run to shower and change (but not before beating one out to thoughts of her naked body in there minutes before). He was a creep, he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. It was the only way to stop himself doing something worse, something creepier, dirtier, in real life. He imagined he could find another room mate eventually, but Christmas was just around the corner and he didn’t want to be that guy that made her so uncomfortable she had to move out just before the holidays. The fact he could no longer imagine life without her was just a tiny, insignificant reality.
But now she was moaning in his lounge and he was desperately hoping he had misinterpreted the noises and willing his cock not to respond. Determined to try and sneak around the back of the couch, he took a deep breath and decided to run for the door.
He stopped in his tracks as he saw Rey sprawled on the couch, but not doing what he had expected. She was watching the TV and had a plate of cookies in front of her. They were long and covered in chocolate. She had one in her mouth and was sucking on it.
“What… what are those?” Ben stumbled over his words as he watched her, fascinated.
Rey pulled the cookie out of her mouth, her mouth making a perfect ‘O’ as she did so, and looked up to where he was shifting in the doorway.
“Chocolate Fingers.”
“Chocolate…” his mouth had gone very dry.
“Fingers. Yes, Ben. They’re from my Great Uncle Kenobi in England. For Christmas. He knows how much I love them so he sent me a huge box.” Rey grabbed the plate and offered one to him, “Want one?”
Ben shifted again, the lecture he’d given his cock about not responding to her seemed to have been completely forgotten. He really needed to go for that run and get out of here. He held his hand up.
“I shouldn’t. I’m about to go for a run,” he commented.
“You haven’t looked outside then?” she asked. Ben shook his head and looked to the
window. Snow was pouring down and a good few inches were already laying against the pane. Running in this would lead to at least a twisted ankle and at worst a broken bone.
“Shit.” he swore.
“Yeah. You may as well take a seat and enjoy the fingers with me.”
Ben let out a slight groan at the way she said ‘fingers’ in her sexy accent, and he hoped she would put it down to his plans of a run falling through. Reaching for the plate, he grabbed one of the slim fingers and bit into it with frustration.
Rey smiled and turned back to her show. Some inane sitcom Ben never bothered keeping up with. He chewed thoughtfully, and watched her take another finger and slip it between her lips. As he stared, she started to move it backwards and forwards in her mouth, sucking the chocolate off, her cheeks hollowing, and the moan slipping from between her lips again. Ben felt the blood rush to his crotch.
“Er, do you have to eat them that way?” he asked. If she kept this up, he would need to retreat to his room and take a cold shower. Quickly.
“Hmmm?” she turned back to where he sat in the armchair, adjusting one of the cushions subtly. “What’s wrong with the way I eat them? I’ve always sucked all the chocolate off first. It’s the absolute best way to eat them.”
The blood was somehow flooding to both his cock and his cheeks as she said the word ‘sucked’. Her hazel eyes were boring into his.
“It’s, er, an interesting technique. Not one I’d have considered.” He tried to swallow, but there was no saliva in his mouth, and he started to shift his weight, trying to calm down enough to make his getaway. Why did it have to be snowing so he couldn’t escape and pound his feelings out on the pavement?
Rey laughed. It was always the sweetest sound, even if it was at his expense. Rolling her eyes, she pulled her jumper tighter around herself and passed him the plate again. “You should try it. It’s so rich and sweet.”
Ben’s hand reached for another even as his eyes refused to leave hers. Rey went to take one at the same moment and Ben could swear he felt a little spark of electricity pass between them.
“Let me show you.” She said, bringing the finger to her lips, Ben mirroring her action. Time seemed to slow down as she opened her mouth and pushed it inside. Ben followed her direction, moving their fingers in synch. The way she was looking at him made his heart pound. But it couldn’t mean more than this. He was just her tall, goofy roommate. Nothing more. She was just sharing her culture with him.
When all the chocolate was gone, she pulled the remaining biscuit out of her mouth and bit into it. Ben followed her example, but his real finger now had some melted chocolate on it too.
Rey shuffled closer to him and took his hand. Ben felt his heart stop. Looking at his fingers, she sighed. “That is the only downside of this technique. You want to clean up?”
Ben barely breathed as he nodded.
“Do you mind?” she asked. Ben was unsure what she meant, and his head quirked to one side. Rey must have misinterpreted this as a nod as she bent her head and drew his finger into her mouth, sucking all the remains of the chocolate off.
Unable to control himself, Ben bucked up in the chair and gasped aloud. He felt he could come from what she was doing with her tongue alone. Too soon, her mouth popped off, but then descended to his thumb that also had the remnants of the chocolate.
“Rey!” He gasped, “What… Ho… Urghhh”
Sitting back up, she moved to suck her own finger, but he caught her hand before she could bring it up.
“What was that?” he finally breathed out.
Rey looked down, then back up at him from under her lashes. “I’m sorry. Did I go too far?”
“I didn’t even realise we were
going
anywhere.”
“I’m sorry, Ben. I… I thought… I like you, and I thought you might like me too. The way you were looking at me. Sorry. Again. I know it was suggestive, the way I was eating the fingers, but I really do eat them that way. And I couldn’t let the opportunity go…” Rey began rambling.
Ben pulled her hand towards him and took her fingers in his mouth to shut her up and sucked the chocolate that had remained there. The puff of air leaving her mouth was enough for him to start swirling his tongue around them and he slowly pulled away.
“I’m so glad you didn’t.” He said. Rey smiled at him again, then launched herself into his lap and kissed him.