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The hot water soothed her sore muscles, driving the foamy body wash down her breasts and stomach and over her hips to sluice down her still quivering thighs toward the drain.
Kylo Ren had been at the gym tonight, doing arms and back while Rey sweated and pushed through glutes. She had purposely picked a bench in front of him, so she didn’t have to avoid covertly looking at him for at least part of her sets.
He favors Ben, although he’s slightly shorter overall and broader across the shoulders and torso. He’s a redwood of a man, frighteningly wide in the chest and arms and tapered into a rock-hard waist that is always annoyingly disguised by oversized t-shirts with the sleeves cut out. That delicious V and those black curls to the promised land are there, though. She’d seen them before when he used the hem of his shirt to mop the sweat from his face and goatee.
She squeezed her glutes with both hands, letting the water run over her ass. It felt so good, a balm. She hadn’t realized he had been watching her tonight until he’d gotten up from cable rows and walked around her to start tricep push downs. He had said something to her, arching one thick black brow in her direction as he set up the attachment on the cable catty corner from her.
She had removed her AirPod while paused at the top of a Bulgarian, her other hand gripping a 15-pound dumbbell. She’d worn basic black butter leggings and a tight red racerback tonight. Nothing fancy, but still. Her ass was in plain sight. You know, for the sake of seeing her form.
“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”
He had smiled. That smile, it does things to her. Unspeakable things. He always looks like he’s contemplating murder or even thinking about where he dropped a body, and then he smiles. Rare though they may be, his smiles make her remember he’s actually a good ten or twelve years younger than them. He goes from serial killer to former high school dork in three seconds flat.
“I said every time I see you do those, I think you must enjoy torture.” The deep rumble of his voice saying those words had almost made her fall out of the squat. Her foot on the bench had wobbled and she’d clenched her ass to remain upright, unbothered.
Torture. She had shaken her head, forced a smile, and prayed he couldn’t see her eyes dilating under the fluorescents, imagining him holding her down, maybe with her wrists tied behind her back, forcing his dick down her throat.
Like he’d have to make her.
She had tried not to gulp. Instead, she had stopped her set, swallowed, and wet her lips. All the while his dark eyes had tracked over her face, alert, and maybe a tad mischievous.
“They definitely aren’t fun,” she had agreed. “But they’re necessary.”
Another smile was bestowed upon her, stretching the little hairs at the edge of his night dark goatee and the grooves in his face, as well as a self-effacing head shake that stirred his sweat-dampened black hair around his face. Two smiles in one night? She had felt like she’d won the lottery.
“Maybe…for you. I don’t do squats anymore. They hurt too much. I do like two exercises on leg day–neither of them squats–and I’m done.”
Come here, Kylo, she’d thought. Come closer. I’ll show you a perfect squat. She imagined dropping into one in front of him, taking his probably massive cock out of his black athletic shorts, and letting it rest full and ripe against her face. She wanted to breathe the musk of it into her lungs and then hump it until she had edged herself into orgasm without ever actually fucking him.
The fucking, that she would save for later, when Ben was there, too.
He would want to watch.
She had hoped her voice didn’t sound as ragged as it felt. “Well, but you’re a guy. I can torture my glutes, but I can’t lift like you do on arm day. That’s crazy stuff.”
And it was. This man curled 80-pound dumbbells regularly. That wasn’t even his PR weight. She watched him covertly sometimes, imagining those massive arms bending her over in front of him. His o-face might be pretty close to the fevered strain that transformed him into a beast on his last few reps. She wondered what that might be like, to look up into the huge mirrors and see him grunting and straining like that while absolutely taking her apart.
His gaze had dropped to the floor, unable to just take the compliment. She couldn’t believe the guy. As hot as he was, he seemed to not know or at least not believe what he saw in the mirror. She had heard, through the whisperings you hear in any gym, that there’d been a bad relationship, a woman who had used and discarded him. It must’ve been a doozy because still in the prime of his early 30s and with a body that would make most women weep, he seemed utterly lost about how to even practice conversation with a mid-40s mom who had finally, thoroughly, gotten her body and her groove back after too many years of self-neglect. She couldn’t imagine, looking at the smattering of moles on his face, the black wings of brows, the slightly too long nose (also like Ben’s) that she knew would hit just the perfect spot if he went down on her because Ben’s always did–well, she couldn’t imagine anyone using Kylo.
He was made to be the alpha, the user.
That, of course, was part of the draw for her. A wounded animal, he was shy, quiet, and content to mostly keep his head down as he drove his fine young body to its limits, and not once had he ever noticed her noticing him. He was, as much as any man could be, safe. A vehicle for her fantasies. A way to push Ben, make him try a little harder to keep her satisfied after so many years of her being his sure thing.
One beefy hand had found the back of his neck, raking through the hair there and flexing it as though it hurt. “I love arm day,” he confessed. “So much easier. I always feel like I’m accomplishing something but it’s not a slog. It just feels–” His coal dark eyes had lifted from her tennis shoes back to her face at last. “Natural. You know?”
Oh, she knew, but he had no idea, no concept of all the natural things she could teach him. The things he could make her do against her better judgement and almost any surface. Not that he would need a surface. He was so damned strong. He could hold her up and plunge his thick dick into her and probably fill her to the brim with his cum before he got tired enough to need to set her down. She shifted slightly, the spandex in her leggings suddenly the right texture at the wrong moment to stoke the need welling inside her.
She had given him a warm smile, unconsciously tucking a stray curl behind her ear, and enjoying the way his eyes lit under her praising gaze. “Sure,” she agreed, nodding at him, knowing he would miss her next innuendo because he always did. “It’s a great feeling, when you’re exhausted because you’ve done it so well. I like arms and back and it’s easier, but leg days feel like that for me. Like I’ve really done something I’m proud of and I just want to enjoy that I’ve done it.”
“Better you than me,” he laughed, hands flexing on the bar, ready to start his pull downs.
Oh, Kylo, she thought, enjoying the laughter on his normally darkly serious face. Now you’re on the right track.
Her hot gaze had been drawn to him over and over that night, following the carved lines of the muscles in his arms as he did overhead pulls, his lean legs braced at an angle with his taut ass toward her. She loved that stance. She could imagine fitting under him there, her bare ass against his pelvis as he held her in place like a solid iron cage, her arms struck immobile above her head, screwing her until she begged him to put her out of her misery and let her come.
He had sent her another shy smile, a head nod, and a little wave as he had left later, glowering at the rest of the gym as usual. He was drenched all over, faintly glistening with sweat from a thoroughly grueling workout.
God. She wanted to come. She needed it so, so badly. She was shaking with the need, her muscles on fire. One hand drifted down over her small breasts to her pussy, feeling how the hot water and her arousal had made her lips there swell.
Rey cut the water off. She wouldn’t touch herself. She wouldn’t. She could wait just a little longer. Ben would be home soon.
By the time Ben came through the door, she was churlish and worked up to the point of anger. He had taken his sweet ass time. She didn’t want to hear about the business trip or his clients or the goddamn traffic. He had been gone for nearly a week. She needed him.
He never seemed to see it, to get how her hormones worked these days. She felt feral and whiny like a cat in heat. All jokes about perimenopause aside, it was a wild ass ride. After years of telling everyone in the house and her team at work what to do, she no longer had control over her body or her thoughts. She hated everyone and everything. Abso-fucking-lutely everybody pissed her off, daily. For several years, everything she ate stuck to her. She had been fatigued, overweight, and miserable. Finally, completely fed up, she had taken her body back, practically willing it into submission by overhauling her diet and committing to exercising. She had gotten in the best shape of her life to combat the awful slide that muscle mass stopped in its tracks and magically reversed and now, now her crazy ass baby making system was trying to convince her to use the very last of how ever many eggs she might have left by making her feel so damned…needy and horny and hot and frustrated all the time.
She didn’t even want control of herself anymore. She wanted to be thoroughly out of control. Pushed. She wanted Ben to make all the decisions for her for a change. She wanted to be nothing more than sensations and fullness and the mindless oblivion of her own orgasms wrenched from overstuffed, leaking holes until she passed out from the pleasure he made her accept, forced on her.
Meanwhile, her gorgeous, clueless husband wanted to talk about his annoying business partner, Finn, and the goddamn interstate construction. She wanted to scream. She slammed the dryer door closed, her ass in the air, and imagined just grabbing Kylo the next time she saw him, offering her needy pussy up to him between the free weights and the smith machine for a real pounding, courtesy of a man’s cock who was just born when she started middle school for God’s sake.
“Where are the kids?”
She carried the laundry basket to the kitchen table and dropped it with a satisfying thwack. Angrily, she started ripping one of Ben’s clean shirts right side out to fold.
“Jannah and Mace are working late. The twins and Snap went to a friend’s house. They’re going to the lake tomorrow.”
Ben stood at the kitchen counter, head cocked, watching his lean wife slam around in a white sports bra that showed off her tiny tits to perfection and a pair of wide legged baggy black sweatpants that hung at just the right angle from her lush, thick ass. He had always loved her ass, but lately it was an absolute gift to the male side of humanity. This ball of fire snarling at him, however, wasn’t the homecoming he had pictured while he’d been away on the road.
“Are you mad at me for something, Rey?”
“No. Why would I be mad?”
She was practically spitting. He was missing something, some puzzle piece that would explain her anger, but he wasn’t yet sure what it might be.
“So…what did you do tonight?” His words were slow as he watched her punishing some clean clothes as she flipped and folded them into compliance with her long white fingernails. He wondered….
“Gym.” Her reply was curt to the point of cutting. He could feel her cold anger from across the kitchen, freezing him out of her thoughts.
Hmm. He thought about her gym crush, the youngish guy she liked to tease him about. What was his name? Kyle? Kylo?
“Was your buddy there tonight?”
She turned on him, dropping a sock on the table. “Yes, he was. Arms and back. I did glutes. He asked if I was into torturing myself.” Her tone was defiant, bratty.
Oh. Oh-kay. She was spoiling for it, was she?
He tried to disguise his smile, but it was difficult as he stalked over to her, his dick already growing heavy at the thought of taking her in this mood.
He spun her around, pulling her ass against his tented jeans, and forcefully pushed her against the table, his lips at her ear, licking and biting. “Did he offer to do it for you, baby?”
He could feel her, strung tight and yet sagging in his arms. A little sob escaped her narrow throat. “Yes,” she rasped, frustration coloring her tone with jaded sarcasm. “And since you can never get it done, I let him.”
One of his hands could almost span the width of her waist now. After more than a year of work in the gym, she was nearly the same size she had been at twenty-two but better somehow, etched with the story of their lives. His fingers bit into the smooth skin there, drawing her up against him with punishing strength.
It was going to be a good night after all.
“I’m going to make you pay for that, you little whore.” His teeth sank into her neck, tasting, wanting. Her perfect ass pushed against him, challenging him to make good on his threat. “Get your ass upstairs, Rey,” he whispered, violence and longing wrapped together in a command that made her quiver in the deepest parts of her soul. “Now.”
In the bedroom, their clothes came off in a flurry of stumbling, punishing kisses and unchoreographed body grabs.
He found his cock ring and rolled it on, hurrying with fumbling fingers to get it in place before he got any more aroused.
She finally grabbed his cock and balls in her hands when he was done and squeezed him so hard his eyes bugged out. “Oh,” she teased. “Was that too hard? I forget how fragile you are.”
He wanted it as hard as she could give it. He sucked in a breath. “Harder,” he ordered, “but use that mouth,” and with a hand on each of her thin shoulders, he pushed her to the floor at his feet.
She knelt, licking him sloppily till he was wet and sliding around her ready lips. He took her bare shoulders and tipped her chin. “Hold it, all of it. Be a good little cock sleeve.” He fed her his dick, inch by inch, as she squeezed and massaged his balls, until he felt the back of her throat with his broad tip.
He saw her fingers snake down between her legs. She quivered all over as though she was standing against a strong wind. She was so needy tonight. He didn’t know how he was going to last. He’d have to be very careful, even with the ring, to be able to hold out long enough for her to be satisfied.
She hummed against his balls, rocking on her knees. Her fingers worked furiously at her nearly bare folds. He had to close his eyes, because just the sight of her was enough these days. Add in her willing, hot little mouth and this could be over too soon. She was right. He couldn’t go and go like he used to. Lord, but getting older sucked sometimes. He lost it too soon and his recovery was longer, while she was like a battery, sparking long into the night, keeping her big toys charged to finish what he sometimes couldn’t. Well, not tonight. Tonight, they were going to finish her, him and the unknown Kylo.
“I said hold still,” he barked as she tried to stealthily slide her mouth back to begin sucking him. “I didn’t say you could start yet. God, Rey. I bet you listen when he tells you to behave.”
A noise rolled up out of her throat, reverberating around his dick. It sounded and felt like “umfh mmphuhmmm.”
Her slanted hazel eyes opened, looking straight up into his, and he thrust without meaning to, eliciting a keen of pleasure from his slut wife, a penitent below him on the floor. “Okay. Okay, I’m gonna fuck your mouth now. Is that okay? I know he gets your pussy first but surely you can share your mouth with your husband?”
She pulled her fingers from her sopping cunt, smearing his balls with her juices as she rolled them in expert fingers. He tried not to hold her head because sometimes she was weird about it, but he held onto the dresser behind her with such force he was sure he’d crack the wood as he fucked her face. She breathed through her nose, laving at his veins, sucking him greedily like the last drops of her favorite iced coffee.
He had to pull out abruptly. The sensations were too much. He needed to pace himself. Yanking her to her feet, he licked her wide mouth, his tongue swirling in the cavern he’d created. “Fucking hell, you taste like dick. What a good little slut. You sucked him first, didn’t you?” He shook her, just enough to make her mewl. “Didn’t you?” He found her dripping pussy, circling her labia with rough, thick fingers filled with promise. His voice dropped low enough for the register to be felt and not just heard as he ran his thick lips over her throat. “You can tell me, Rey.”
She licked his mouth, his chin, his dimples, the lines on the side of his face. “I did. It was so…ung.” The point of her swirling tongue covered him like the little feral kitten she was. “It was so big I kept choking but he said I did a good job. He said it was so, so good.”
Sonofabitch. “Did he come in your pretty mouth, too?”
“Yes!” Her cry was triumphant, full of pride. His fingers picked up the tempo a moment and then reaching around her he picked her up, one smooth hip over his shoulder, and threw her bodily onto the bed. “Tell me you swallowed it all like a good girl,” he said, voice deep and demanding. His hands found her thighs, sliding them apart and smoothing the way to his destination.
He palmed his cock and gave it two good yanks, needing the roughness. It was still slick with her spit.
“I only spilled a little bit here.” Her fingers went to her rosy nipples, tightened to pin pricks with need. “But he said it was okay and he cleaned me up. And then he left me ride his face.”
“Desperate little cunt, aren’t you?” He wagged a finger at her as he fell to his knees, pulling her to the edge of their bed where he could begin feasting. He dragged one five o’clock shadowed cheek across her most sensitive skin. “Did he feel good down here? Did you like it?”
Wriggling and rubbing herself against him, he could see the bright smile on her face. She reached down for his jaw and he sucked her fingers into his mouth, biting at the tips. “His hair is longer with the goatee, softer than you. It feels–” He licked a stripe right up her center, tasting her. “Uhgh-mazing.”
He dove into her pussy with relish, settling in with his cock pressed against one hand to anchor him and give him what little relief he could stand.
Ben pulled back from lavishing her clit with broad, flat licks of his tongue, his hot breath washing over her stomach as he lifted his head up. He shook the dark hair off his forehead, out of his eyes. He thought she was close to coming a second time. His big fingers replaced his mouth, dipping in and out as he toyed with her, smoothing her hood and flicking at her clit in a maddening rhythm with his thumb as he spoke with his lips hovering above her abs. “I do appreciate that you showered when you came home tonight. I don’t mind tasting a little of his musk, but I don’t want some other man’s cum dripping out of my girl into my mouth.”
Her brain short circuited, caught in a loop of sensation from his deft movements and his filthy, ornery words. The noise she made, a scratchy thrumming keen, rolled between them. Without warning, he shoved his two middle fingers deeply into her, smiling mischievously as he brought her closer to her own oblivion. “Think you’ll even feel me after taking him? Did it feel this good, baby?” He nudged her clit with the tip of his slightly too long nose, then licked it again and again while he fucked into her, adding a third finger. “How wide is he, baby girl? Do you want to try to take us both or do I just have to watch?”
Her orgasm ripped through her with a force that threatened to sever her spine from her hips. She could feel it tingling from her leaking center and spiraling outward in shakes and quivers all the way to her scalp.
She thrashed, screaming, “Fuck, fuck,” as she chased it and then surrendered to his ministrations as it swelled and broke over her, drowning everything but the two men in her mind. “Oh, God, yessssss.”
Kylo and Ben. Ben and Kylo. Both. Together.
All for her.
Her hips splayed wide as though making room for both of them and still, his magic hand drilled into her, working her through the spasming electrocution of her release. Her nerve endings were blown to bits.
As she began to come back to herself, slack and lost, he rose up over her and pulling her by her slim ankles, yanked her flush with his hips to line up his cock at her entrance. “Gonna take you now,” he grunted, scenting them both around him, the delicious smell of her releases and the dark pungent vapor of his unslaked need. “I want my turn. I hope you’re not too stretched out from taking him but you probably are. You’re probably still a sloppy mess.”
She might have squeaked but it emerged as a sigh, along with a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. His thick fingers, so recently buried in her cunt, slid into her mouth at the same time as he notched the weeping head of cock, teased and ignored to the point of his own pain, and drove smoothly into her. He settled in flush against her labia and the pleasure of it, of her channel softly gripping him, almost ended the scene. He waited, chest heaving, breaths ragged and harsh, for her to come back around to their play, and for his need to simmer down to a steady boil so he could move without immediately exploding.
“Taste,” he commanded, sliding his fingers back and forth across her tongue, teasing her puffy, mistreated mouth. “Can you taste us both?”
She could taste herself, sweet and salt, mixed with his essence of sandalwood, warm spice, musk, home. She sucked. A little whimper rose in her throat, imagining what Kylo would taste like on her mouth, blended with Ben. The outdoors. Sweat. Very wide, green trees and maybe, maybe a rich dark rye whiskey, the same amber as his eyes. She had a type: tall, dark hair, dark eyes, dimples, quiet until they weren’t. They were in ways echoes of one another, Ben and Kylo. Good God, if Ben moved she would come so fast. She would never last. Her lips enveloped his fingers, wanting more, wanting to gag on both of them.
“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me. My…pussy. My mouth. Please. I want you both, unf, both…everywhere.”
He moved, smoothly and with more control at first than he’d imagined he had left, and fucked into her with the precision of a turning wrench, each drive pulling them tighter, closer, deeper into the delicious freedom of the moment. “That’s what I want,” he growled. “I want my baby, my Rey, to feel full. She needs to feel good. She needs to be crammed full of dick.” He raised himself on his wrists to be able to drive harder into her, shaking the bed and their grasps on reality, seeing himself above her and Kylo of the dark eyes and wide shoulders at her head, holding her in place by the neck with his big, young cock buried in her throat. God, the idea of it drove him wild.
Kylo face fucking Rey. Kylo eating her beautiful, pillowy pussy with the little strip of hair she kept so neatly trimmed that it was nearly non-existent for her tight gym fit. Kylo wrecking her cunt with his huge dick and youthful, unflagging desire while she screamed the guy’s name, telling him how good it was, how much she wanted him, begging the beast to fuck her more, harder, deeper, all the time. He wondered if the man would taunt him or be so wrapped up in Rey that he’d forget Ben was there.
As usual, she could see the wheels churning in his mind, and through her own fiery passion she managed to run that ornery mouth, making him see it more clearly.
“He says you don’t know what to do with me,” she practically sang, her extra bratty voice breaking through his lust haze, throwing his strides off. “Kylo says I need him because he’s…unfhgg…bigger and younger. He lasts a lot…bloody hell…a lot longer when we’re, when we’re fucking.” She managed not to flinch when Ben surged forward, incensed.
“You little bitch,” he griped. “Can you feel me now?” He ground his dick against her, putting pressure on her clit with his pelvis. “Is he that damn big that you can’t feel me at all?”
“No,” she deadpanned, eyes nearly black in the low light of their bedroom. “I can’t feel you. I rode him on the bench before I came home. I can’t feel anything but, oh, Kylo. He was in so deep I could feel him up here.” Her hand rubbed lightly above her belly button as Ben pounded into her. “He wouldn’t let me stah-stop. He said he was gonna, gonna hollow me out and send me back full of his cum because I’ve been, I’ve been sniffing after it for weeks and I…I deserved to have to take it, take him, for as long as he wanted.”
She looked up at him where he balanced above her, his muscled forearms flexing close to her head like he’d like to wring the life right out of her as well as another orgasm. She smiled sweetly, voice almost innocent and much younger, somehow, than her real age, as she laughed. “He was right.”
“You…” Ben could feel it, the maddening rocketing intensity of his release burning through him, his balls engorged, his cock as stiff as it had ever been, thinking of Kylo forcing Rey to take his dick and filling her with his buckets of young, gym rat cum. He could see her lithe form, splayed wide on a weight bench while Kylo forced his huge dick through her folds, so deeply he was practically in her lungs. “You little fucking cum slut.”
“That–” Rey could barely pull in breath. Ben’s dick was so hard it felt like a jackhammer, like it used to years ago when they first got together and they were twenty years younger. She knew how to send him over the edge, but she wasn’t sure she wanted it to end yet. Still, Ben had been so good to her. He’d gotten her off multiple times already tonight.
She smiled up at him, all bravado and snark, and leaned her head up to be as close to the pulsing vein in his neck as possible, whispering into his ear as his thrusts grew choppy and messy. “That’s what he calls me.” She pronounced each word tightly, like tying off a thread. “His. cum. slut.”
Ben’s guttural roar shook the house as he came and came and came, filling and overfilling her aching pussy, the sounds of pounding and squelching and the delicious feeling of his white hot release oozing down between his balls and her thighs as he tried to make her pay for how badly he needed her to school him like this.
“Take me,” he yelled between clenched teeth, fucking her down as he lost his mind and possibly a gallon of hot spend inside her tight walls. “Take it, take it, you dirty, little whore. Take IT.”
His orgasm triggered hers and his dick rocked her through it, drilling, hard and brilliant and pressure like a diamond cutting a perfect piece of glass. She imagined them both there, Kylo coming down her throat while Ben had his turn at last in her cunt and the vision of them, both of them, made her open her mouth as she rode the sizzling tail of a comet made of breaking glass and thrown stars. Her pussy clamped down on Ben as her mouth widened, lips folded back to swallow the absent Kylo’s cum.
She could die like this.
It was a long time before they moved, and then it was only Ben sliding off so as not to crush her and falling down next to her in the bed, his breath heaving.
Rey could swear her heart had actually stopped. It was a tentative bird in her chest, twitching, trying to restart slowly and without knowing quite how to begin again.
Ben rolled toward her, his left hand with his wedding band on the third finger landing with a soft smack against her small breasts where she lay on her back. Looking into his beautiful face, seeing the shadowy creases at the corners of his midnight dark eyes and the two or three glints of silver at his temples that he cut out once a month because there were so few it didn’t matter, her lips formed a slow, private smile.
God, but she loved this man. He gave her what she needed, and when he couldn’t, he found a way to let her have it anyway. Their lives and minds were so entwined at this point that she wasn’t sure where he began and she ended anymore. He was not her North Star, like he had been two decades ago, guiding her. He was the very air she breathed as he walked beside her. At 40-something as much as at 20-something, she loved him. Always would.
“Rey,” his throaty voice was a pendulum in the dark, swinging slowly back and forth between them, connected as they had been since the moment they met all those years ago. He had rocked their babies, carried her, and guided them all when she could not be strong anymore, through family deaths and tight times, through heartbreak and anger and an ambition that forced her to push herself nearly to breaking. He had made her happy, so much happier than she ever thought possible or probably even deserved, making her laugh, waking her with smacking kisses and a hand patting her ass. He had killed dragons for her–slaying her fears of hunger and inadequacy and loneliness–and now he was learning to help her vanquish the beast inside her own body.
“Yes, darling?”
His big fingers had gone slack over her nipple, losing the battle of too much blood flow and the oncoming oblivion of hot sex-induced sleep.
“Just…me?”
She kissed his slightly lined forehead and brushed a nail over one furry black brow as he drifted into the nothingness of well-earned rest.
“Just you, Ben. It will always, only be you.”