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“That was the best meal I’ve ever eaten,” Rey declares emphatically, as they walk down the sidewalk. She presses a hand to her stomach, showing off the post-meal bloat.
“I’m glad you convinced me to order dessert,” Ben agrees with a nod.
He stops by the curb, gesturing swiftly at a cab that’s just turned the corner. It makes a beeline for them and stops just a foot away from Ben’s shoes. Opening the back door for Rey, Ben asks, “Did I wear you out or are you interested in seeing what else I planned?”
Rey mumbles a thanks and slides in. Once Ben scoots in next to her, she says, “The night is young.”
Leaning forward with his hands on the seat in front of him, Ben asks the driver if he knows where Union Hall is. Upon confirmation, the man clicks the radio on and the cab rejoins the traffic.
When Ben sits back, his left hand goes right to Rey’s bare knee, as if magnets were connecting them. All evening long, they’ve given small, affectionate touches. A kiss placed softly on her cheek in the planetarium. Rey’s foot grazing Ben’s leg under the dinner table. Hand holding like it’s going out of style. But this touch feels more heated, possessive. Especially as Ben’s hand unhurriedly inches up her thigh.
Rey’s body angles itself toward him automatically, their eyes meeting in the barely visible lighting. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?” he whispers, voice somehow still deep.
“Yes.” Rey’s fingers cross the space between them and meet his cheek.
Ben moves closer to the touch, nuzzling her hand. “And how in that dress, you look—”
“Yes.” Fingertips trail lightly down his face, over the hair gracing his chin and, after a moment’s hesitation, across his lips.
He parts them for her and Rey outlines his upper lip, then the lower. Their eyes are transfixed, both breathlessly watching this interaction. His tongue swipes against her fingertips, the feeling evoking a soft sound from the back of Rey’s throat. “Kiss me,” she whispers.
All at once, they lunge for each other. Their mouths collide hungrily, the shared taste of wine and butterscotch on their lips. Ben cups each side of her face, holding her close, and parts her lips with his tongue, gentle but demanding. She grasps his hair, pulling him closer.
Rey’s kisses are all taking, the past few months of pining and wanting and praying that this wasn’t an impossible pipe dream, coming to a head. Ben isn’t her teacher, she isn’t his student, they are just two people in the back of a cab finally making it clear exactly what they want. And what they want is—
“I need you closer,” she demands, trailing open mouthed kisses up his jaw.
Ben hums his agreement, the sound vibrating against Rey’s lips. With another tender swipe of his thumbs against her cheeks, he angles his head to give her better access. One hand lazily glides down her neck and across her collarbone, fingertips just barely grazing along the swell of her modest cleavage.
Rey’s teeth are lightly scraping against his earlobe when Ben palms her ass with his other hand. The sound she makes in the back of her throat encourages him to draw her halfway into his lap. It takes all of his restraint not to pull her into a full straddle on him, not to press every inch of her body against his.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers, kneading her supple flesh. The thin fabric of Rey’s dress leaves little to the imagination, especially as his finger traces the band of her underwear. Is that lace?
“Ben.”
The exposed skin of Rey’s thighs flush, the clingy dress further riding up under Ben’s palm. She mouths the spot just below his ear before migrating back to his lips, overwhelmed with the need to kiss him.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” he says, voice so low she can barely hear.
Rey’s heart hammers under his touch, but as always, it is Ben’s words that further endear him to her.
Though far too soon to say it, she knows that she loves this man. Has loved him for some time now.
Not trusting her own voice, Rey kisses him gently before tucking her head against his shoulder. Her legs splayed across his lap, she is safe within his embrace. Ben’s patchouli and leather scent—so familiar but now mixed with something heady—encompasses her. It’s the most sensual thing Rey has ever breathed in. “I want everything, all at once,” she finally says, playing with the knot of his black silk tie.
Ben’s hand strokes up along her lower back. With each upward motion, he makes himself take a deep breath in, holding it purposefully as he grounds himself in this moment. “And I intend to give it to you.” Feeling more in control, Ben lifts his head back slightly and Rey in turn untucks her head, their eyes meeting in the dim light of Brooklyn traffic.
A demure smile spreads as he takes in the flush of her cheeks. I did that. Unable to help himself, Ben leans in, Rey’s chin lifting to angle herself for him, but his lips find her cheek instead and leave a lingering kiss.
An alarming beep startles the pair, sending each back to their respective sides of the car. They hadn’t even noticed the taxi coming to a stop.
When Ben leans forward to dig out his wallet and pay, Rey drops her gaze to her lap, running a finger over her bruised lips.
Did that really just happen?
Ben comes around and opens her door, offering a hand to assist her onto the street. Together, they approach a brick building with large glass windows.
Inside, it looks like a combination of someone’s living room and an upscale library. Packed bodies crowd around the plush armchairs, Victorian-styled ornaments, and a lit fireplace. Loud rock music fills the air, and Rey has to press her lips to Ben’s ear to be heard. “This reminds me of The William!”
“I thought you’d say that!” he yells back with a smile.
Ben leads her to a bar across from a set of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and hands her a drink menu.
“I’m a whiskey girl,” Rey says, immediately setting the menu down on the bar. The words sound hilarious coming out of her mouth and she starts to laugh.
“And here I was thinking you were a red wine girl.”
Collecting herself, Rey shrugs coyly, “Whatever suits the situation.”
“I respect that.”
A bartender comes over to them and Ben orders two glasses of single malt whiskey, neat. “I’ve got these,” Rey says, unclasping the button on her clutch.
“Rey… ”
“Ben.”
They share a pointed look. Undeterred, Rey lifts her eyebrows and frees the bank card from her clutch. “Can we start a tab?” she asks, handing it over to the bartender.
Not five minutes later, they have their drinks in hand and Ben is guiding her through the crowded room. They pass two bocce courts, the sound of the music amplifying as they bound down a staircase. A four-piece band Rey doesn’t recognize plays on a small stage, surrounded on three sides by dancing patrons.
Taking a sip from her glass as they join the crowd, Rey bobs her head in time with the drumbeat. Ben stands close behind her. Their bodies lightly brush together, moving with the music.
Rey dances freely, intoxicated from being with Ben as much as from the beverages they’ve been partaking.
When he places his free hand firmly around her hip, she backs up into him, closing any distance they’d left. “Hi,” Rey practically yells, tilting her head up to look at him.
“Hello.” Ben smiles down at Rey like she’s the greatest thing he’s ever beheld. His warm brown eyes flicking from her own, down to her lips, and back again.
The desire he feels is perfectly mirrored.
This time, Ben is the one to shatter the space between them, fingers digging possessively into her hipbone as he captures her lips.
The packed bodies of the room rock against the pair in time with the music, only making their embrace more intimate. Rey traces her tongue along his bottom lip and playfully shimmies her ass against him. Ben groans, actually groans, into her mouth. Swallowing the sound, she arches her back, grinding back against him.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Ben murmurs, breaking the kiss to press his lips against her ear.
Looking up at him through hooded eyes, Rey takes her lower lip between her teeth. “No?” She asks, rocking her hips back and forth slowly.
When he returns the motion, Rey’s breath catches, and she instinctively snaps her eyes shut, entranced by the feel of Ben, hard against her ass.
He raises an eyebrow, trying to get a read on her reaction.
She doesn’t leave Ben wondering for long, because in the space of a single heartbeat, Rey’s free hand is guiding his. Across her hip and up her stomach, slowly, over her ribs and finally, to the swell of her breast.
Transfixed, they watch the way his large hand envelopes her, the movement of his long fingers as they trace circles over the turquoise fabric of her dress. When her nipples pebble under the attention, Rey and Ben release a deep breath in tandem.
“Tell me to stop touching you and I will.”
“Absolutely not,” Rey whispers, voice hoarse.
Ben lifts his half empty cup of Macallan and gestures to hers before downing it in a large gulp.
Rey can’t help but watch his throat, his Adam’s apple bulging as he swallows. Everything is adding up and multiplying—the music, the liquor, desire once dormant now rushing back—and Rey is practically dizzy with it. A tiny voice in her head tells her to follow suit, and so she chugs her own drink.
“Come with me,” Ben says, his voice a tether, though she can’t tell if it is a question or a demand.
Despite the humidity of the room, Rey feels cold rush over her when Ben’s hand withdraws from the bodice of her dress. No matter how enamored he’s been acting and his words notwithstanding, notions of rejection rear their ugly head.
This is too much.
It’s too fast.
He doesn’t want this. Doesn’t want me.
Hazel eyes peer into the empty glass, attempting to will it full again.
“Sweetheart?” The corner of Ben’s flushed mouth pulls up in a searching half smile. His free hand is extended to her and he wiggles his fingers. “Are you alright?”
Get out of your head. Rey smiles and takes his hand, “Perfect.”
Giving her fingers a squeeze, Ben forges a path through the crowd to the downstairs bar. He adds his glass to the assortment of empty bottles and mugs and proffers his hand for Rey’s, to do the same.
With that taken care of, Rey follows his lead to a corner of the bar, wall sconces dimly lighting couches and armchairs that seem to match those from upstairs. Save for the couple cuddled up on a chaise, the seating is vacant, most of the patrons still on the dance floor.
Rey hops up onto the large arm of a dark leather couch and meets Ben’s eyes, giving his tie a firm tug. “Wanted me all to yourself, did you?”
His hands find her hips as she draws him closer. “I’ve had you to myself all night.”
”Mm, yes. And it was very gentlemanly of you to not take advantage of that,” she teases, parting her legs for him to step between.
“I would never take advantage of you, Rey.” Ben’s gaze never waivers, even when her thighs tighten around him. With Rey perched up on the side of the couch like this, their bodies align perfectly. He doesn’t need to bend. She’s right here. The final puzzle piece snapping into place.
“That’s a shame,” she says with an exaggerated sigh. “Guess I’ll have to abuse my power and do the taking.”
Before Ben can come back with a witty retort, her hands are in his hair, mouth insistently claiming him.
When Ben opens to her, Rey sucks his bottom lip greedily. It goes straight to his groin. He groans into her kiss and rakes his hands down her hips and across the small of her back.
Sucking turns into gentle biting and when Ben tilts his head and licks into her mouth, need shoots through Rey. Grinding against him is the only thought in her head. Only now, thighs wrapped around him, dress riding up her ass, she can feel Ben’s arousal clearly. “Fuuuuck you,” she groans.
And he just laughs into her mouth, palms her ass and rocks his hips against hers.
Rey’s groan just as quickly turns into a moan. The friction is exactly what her body needs. She mirrors his movement and fists his hair, tugging against his scalp.
Closer.
He sucks her tongue, swallowing her moan.
“Yes—that feels so good,” she murmurs. Her panties are so wet that she wonders if he can tell, and the thought of Ben’s cock, wet with her slick, sends a new wave of desire through her.
“Wanna make you feel fucking incredible,” he replies between kisses. Ben rolls his hips experimentally—tight circles clockwise then reversed, in long languid thrusts, then short little ruts—highly attuned to her body’s responses. Focusing on Rey, how her breath gets more labored, the way her shoulders fall back and her back arches when his erection glides against her most sensitive spot, it only just keeps Ben’s head above water.
“I..like it when you..ahh.”
“When I what?” Ben peppers kisses down her jaw.
”When I can feel your—“
His body stills and he nips into the tender flesh of her neck.
Rey immediately thrusts her hips forward, seeking purchase. When he doesn’t respond in kind, she lets out a frustrated huff.
”My what? I want to hear you say it, Rey.”
”Your…” a nervous sound escapes her, but is just as quickly turned into a moan at the feel of Ben sucking on her sensitive skin. “Mm, your..your cock.”
His teeth scrape across her flushed skin, hungrily biting where her neck meets shoulder. “Goddamn.” He allows himself a slip of self-control, rutting against the warmth of her inner thigh. “What about my cock, sweetheart?”
Rey is burning up, so damn near breaking, if he weren’t holding her up, she would melt into the couch. “I like it when your cock rubs against my..my clit.”
She practically sobs when the hard tip of his clothed erection rubs a circle against her. “I’m so wet, Ben. I swear to god—can you feel how wet I am for you?”
Ben forces himself to take a slow, steady breath, because fuck if her words didn’t go straight to his dick. I could get off like this, without actually ever touching her. I’m so fucked.
His silence emboldens her. She reaches for his wrist, tugging his hand off her ass and places it on the bare skin of her upper thigh. “Do you want to feel what you’re doing to me?” Rey takes advantage of his temporarily stunned state and presses hot lips against his ear. “It’s only fair you clean up your mess.”
That’s all the invitation he needs. Ben’s hand slides under the fabric of her dress. A gasp escapes Rey, his decidedly large hand finally where she aches with need. She grinds down on him, letting out a hmm.
Ben’s fingers glide over her panties—definitely lace—transfixed by her heat. “Soaked,” he mutters, reverently rubbing the delicate fabric over her center. “Just for me. Can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”
“Please, Ben,” Rey gasps, hips undulating. She feels herself clench around nothing and can’t stop the words from spilling out, “I need you.”
”I know, baby.” His thumb finds her swollen bundle of nerves through the thin undergarment and he experimentally traces a figure eight against her.
“Yes…more, please..”
Ben dares a quick glance over his shoulder as his first two fingers dip under the band and finally touch her bare skin. “I’m gonna take care of you. Make you feel so fucking good.” His cock twitches, straining so hard against his pressed pants that it almost hurts.
Rey’s mouth finds the sensitive spot below his ear and sucks frantically.
His digits rub through her slick and he says a silent prayer of thanks to any higher being who might be listening as she grinds down on him, trying to bring his fingers where she needs them.
With a gentle laugh, Ben glides his index into her a scant inch. “Right here?” He moves his finger up slowly, marveling over how she tightens around him. “In the middle of this bar where anyone could see?”
Unable to find words, her mouth suddenly dry, Rey nods vigorously into his neck.
Curling his finger into the warm, spongy patch just behind her pubic bone, he ruts against her. “As much as I’d love to watch you come undone right this minute, I can’t.”
She rocks against his finger, pure need filling her mind and driving her. When his finger pulls out and his hand altogether retreats, Rey almost cries. “W-what? Why?”
“Because when it comes to you, Rey, I’m a jealous, possessive man.” He can’t stop himself from bringing his hand to his mouth, inhaling her perfect scent and slipping his index finger between his lips. Groaning at this small taste of her, Ben’s eyes flash, clear whiskey darkening to oak. “So fucking sweet for me.”
Rey swallows, again wishing for another drink.
“When I make you cum, it’s going to be just for us. I want you bared to me and me alone.” He lifts her chin just slightly and darts his tongue out against the seam of her lips.
Opening for him, Rey’s tongue brushes his and again her body tenses. The taste of her pleasure from Ben’s own mouth is the most erotic and addictive thing she’s ever tasted. “Then take me home, Mr. Solo.”
”It would be my pleasure.”