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It was sort of funny, Ben thought, tipping his head back to improve the angle, how he ended up here: Rey Niima’s gorgeous cunt slipping over his nose, his eager mouth, his chin.
Her fingers were tangled in his hair, all the slick she was producing enough to make her movements smooth, liquid, and he moaned as he managed to slide his tongue in, pump it until she gasped. Rey pulled until his scalp stung.
“Oh, fuck, Ben—”
He was going to leave fingerprint bruises on her hips this time. Squeezing her ass was the only thing keeping him from blasting a load so hard that it could knock her off-kilter.
Something sweet, tangy dripped into his mouth; she was going to come.
Elated, Ben dragged his lips up to give her clit a little suck. He loved when she came like this: legs clamped around his head, thighs cushioning his ears, cunt stealing his breath.
His needy cock dribbled on his stomach as Rey shuddered, more of her weight resting on his nose.
Panting, Rey gave his head a pat pat. “You’re so good at this.”
Was it pushing his luck to slurp up those swollen lips? Perhaps. But they were resting on his mouth, his chin. What was he supposed to do?
Rey tipped herself over, landing on his bed with a quiet thwump, slack and loose-limbed. Her eyes drifted shut and she exhaled, long and slow.
Ben thought about her mouth. About sucking her tits until she whined. About fucking her through the mattress.
“Could you take my clothes off before you go?” She hadn’t even opened her eyes. “I’m so tired.”
Clearing his throat, he gave his cock a conciliatory squeeze; fuck, he was hard. “Yeah.”
She was naked from the waist down, because Rey walked out of her skirt as she walked into his room and dragged him to hers. But her starchy button-up—pale blue, made her sunkissed skin glow—was still done all the way up.
“You need me to make you come again before I go?” Ben forced his voice to sound so casual as he popped open the buttons, kissing his way up the skin he revealed. “Or fuck you?”
(The question sounded a little too eager, unfortunately.)
Rey sighed happily, one eye opening with a faint smile line at the corner. “Maybe you can suck my tits for a little bit?”
He dipped his tongue into her navel, enjoying how it made her squirm. “Yeah. I can do that.”
His lips left a distracted, indulgent string of kisses along her rib cage.
“And maybe finger me until it makes you come? Ideally on my tits?” Her voice sounded hopeful, too, although not for the same reasons as Ben.
(Rey was just tired and horny; Ben, like an idiot, was in love.)
“Not sure I can suck them and come on them at the same time, but I’ll give it a shot.”
She laughed, bumping her nipple against his lips, and Ben smiled as he sucked her needy tit into his mouth.
It wasn’t that Ben needed roommates when this entire situation began.
He was rich, the house was paid off, and he made good fucking money as a lawyer. Like literally his interest statements on his investments alone were sufficient to pay for a comfortable middle-class lifestyle. (Thank you, Nana Padmé.)
But he was lonely. All the fucking time, Ben was lonely.
So he had collected roommates.
Only two so far: Poe Dameron, his college roommate who had lost his apartment when the landlord sold the building for retail development; and Rey, another lawyer from his firm who recently got headhunted from two states over by Holdo.
Rey was smart, sharp, and efficient. Brilliant, great at finding loopholes, and vindictive as fuck, it was basically a given that Ben was going to fall head over heels for her from the jump.
So, when she told him she was still in a long-term Airbnb, trying to figure out where to live, he’d offered one of the other spare rooms in his ridiculously big house.
“There are separate entrances for all the rooms, and you’d have your own bathroom. There are even servants’ stairs, so you’d never have to cross paths with me, if you needed space.”
The other thing about Rey? She was nice. Really nice. Kind and big-hearted and ferocious all at once.
“Really?”
(Also her ass was biteable as hell. Ben had fucked his fist about it at least three times in her first month at the firm.)
“Really.”
Two weeks later, Rey had moved into the second floor spare room: the one with the giant bay window that faced the city.
It was probably not Ben’s brightest move to date, but—he liked coming home to find Rey and Poe chatting in the kitchen. Enjoyed the group chat where they occasionally planned meals together.
He even liked nights like tonight, where Rey strode into the living room and threw herself on the couch with a huff.
Giving her a wry smile, Ben said, “That good, huh?”
“I made the mistake of downloading Tinder again.”
(Dread swirled through Ben’s entire body.)
“Brave,” he tried, hoping he didn’t sound like he was ready to burst into violent sobs.
“Ugh, I just—” Rey cut herself off, tossing her head back onto the couch. “I think I need to have a good shag.” Her eyes drifted shut. “Sorry. Probably more than you wanted to know.”
Ben cleared his throat, willing his bright red ears to stay hidden under the curtain of his hair. “Been there.”
Rey scoffed. “Right.” She dragged a hand down her face. “I’m sure it’s very trying being hot and huge and rich.”
He couldn’t help himself: Ben laughed. “Two out of three—not too bad.”
Rey’s head rolled on the couch to slant him a look. “If you’re trying to say you’re not hot, we’re going to have to fight.”
“My teeth are too snaggly.”
“Your smile is charming,” she countered, sounding irritable.
“My nose is too big.”
“It’s rideable.”
Too late: the flush spread to his cheeks.
“Wow, you really are hard up.”
Sighing, she righted her head again. “You have no idea.”
A beat stretched between them, taut and full of Rey’s tangible frustration, and Ben—
He had a terrible idea.
“You could use me,” Ben suggested to the ceiling.
The weight of Rey’s stare almost felt like a hand, pulling his jaw to look at her again.
Hazel eyes glittered with surprise and disbelief when he tilted his head.
“What did you say?”
He swallowed. “I said you could use me.” He added a shrug that he did not feel.
Rey’s face was… incredulous was the word for it, Ben supposed. Her brows were raised, nearly kissing over her nose, and her mouth was torn somewhere between a laugh and agape with shock.
Shaking her head, she gasped, “What does that even mean?”
Ben shrugged again, trying to force his voice to be casual. “When you need to relax, you come sit on my face or my cock.”
“Sit on your—”
“You called my nose rideable not three minutes ago.”
“That was—I was being—”
For some reason, Ben just knew that she wanted it. That she needed to come.
He let his body melt down a little more. “Want to try me now?” He slouched in a very cock-forward sort of way. “I could get hard so easily.”
Mouth moving wordlessly, Rey’s eyes dragged down the line of his torso, studying where his fly swelled.
His voice came out soft, enticing. “It could take the edge off.”
“You’re my roommate.” It came out on a breath. “My landlord, even.”
“Fake landlord; we both know you could bend me over a barrel without trying, Rey.”
Her eyes had not left his bulge, which was growing by the second.
“It seems unwise.”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” He hoped he didn’t come off as wheedling or like a pushy asshole; the naked hunger in her gaze made him feel like he wasn’t. “You get to relax, I get to make you come: we both win.”
Pulling her eyes up to his seemed to require a genuinely enormous amount of effort.
“It wouldn’t mean anything?”
Something in her expression was unreadable to Ben—a sort of shuttering in her eyes or a neutralizing about the line of her mouth.
Shit, he shouldn’t be looking at her mouth.
“What if we didn’t kiss?” He offered it, virtuous beyond compare. “Just fucked?”
A long pause ensued while Rey visibly considered him. The tv played Rick Steves faintly in the background, the blue light washing over them both, and there was a quiet patter of rain hitting the windows of the living room, the trees swaying in the dark outside.
“What about Poe?”
Rey’s voice had dropped to a whisper; Ben lowered his, too.
“On the prowl. Won’t be home until early in the morning.”
Looking away for the first time in what felt like hours, Rey hummed. Still slouched down, still hard as fuck, Ben watched her profile and worried.
What if he had fucked this up? What if she was preparing a lawsuit in her head? What if she was about to shout at him, tell him he was a sick fucking loser who—
“Take off your pants.”
Ben’s stomach swooped as Rey settled back into the couch, rucking up her skirt and spreading her legs. Her right hand draped down, fingers tracing the line of wet that darkened the gusset, and Ben gulped, watching greedily as she started to tease herself at a slow, deliberate pace.
“Ben.” She lifted the fingers that had just been stroking and used them to tip his chin up. “I said take off your pants.”
The smell of her—Ben turned his head to capture her fingers in his mouth, sucking desperately.
“Be good, Ben.”
He nodded, his mouth chasing after her hand before conceding defeat, watching it drift back between her legs. He could swear he could smell her, taste her still—it made him lightheaded as he quickly stood, pulling his pants and underwear off with speed.
Rey’s eyes widened before she mastered herself, making her expression cool again.
“That’s a beautiful cock, Ben.”
Licking his lips, Ben sat back down, keeping his gaze on her. “Thank you.” He slouched back into that comfortable position. “It’s yours, if you want it.”
Her smile was more teeth than genuine grin as she pulled her panties off. “I want it.”
Then, with the confidence of a cowgirl, she turned and slung one leg over to straddle him.
In the low light of the living room, her eyes were black discs, ringed with green. “You ready?”
(Actually, saying that they shouldn’t kiss was probably the worst thing Ben had ever done in his entire life.
And he went to law school.)
Ben nodded.
And, with absolutely no further ado, Rey gripped him and sank down.
“Fuck,” Ben said, articulately.
The grip of her was just so wet. So tight. His vision went a little fuzzy at the edges as Rey whined.
She clenched around him and his balls pulled in tight.
Closing his eyes, Ben gathered his wits. He couldn’t spill into her after ten seconds; she’d never use him again.
“Do whatever you want, Rey.” He eased himself back against the couch. “Use me however you want.”
Her whole chest was heaving. “However I want?”
Ben nodded before repeating himself, “However you want.”
The prettiest flush rose on her cheeks, racing a little stripe across her nose. She bit her lip and Ben wanted to kiss it, run his thumb over it.
With a nervous flick up to his eyes—even though he was twitching inside of her—Rey reached up and undid the first four buttons of her top.
Ben nodded, his eyes fixed hungrily on the tan skin being revealed. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
“I know they’re little, but—”
Ben tugged her shirt and the cup of her bra aside to reveal a perfect little mouthful, groaning as he leaned in.
Oh, she was so responsive. She gasped as he sucked her into his mouth, made a quiet sound of shock or pleasure or both when he swirled his tongue around the hard peak. She tasted like skin and heat and Ben’s hips, of their own accord, bucked up.
“Ben!”
Fuck, he needed her to say his name like that again. He bit down, just a little, waiting until he heard her breath catch, and the soothed the sting with his tongue, fucking up into where she was already throbbing around him.
Her nails dragging down his scalp, his neck. “Oh, fuck, Ben.”
When she picked up his thumb and sucked it before pressing it to her clit, he decided this was the greatest idea he’d ever had.
They fucked. He ate her out. They got caught 69ing by Poe who came home earlier than he said and then yelped, running out of the room like a cartoon character.
But one thing they never, ever did: kiss.
“Have you ever considered,” Poe asked one morning after Rey had already left, his oatmeal in hand, “just telling her you want to marry her and have her babies?”
“What? No.” Ben shook his head urgently, mouth pinched. “Don’t be ridiculous, Poe.”
Eyes wide, Poe gave his breakfast an oh-kay face. “I think letting her use you instead of talking about your feelings is ridiculous, but whatever you say.”
Ben rolled his eyes, dumping the remainder of his cereal milk into the sink. “I have to go. If you tell Rey that I’m in love with her then I’ll tell her about that time I walked in on you trying to self-suck.”
Poe’s indignance was shocking for a man who had no shame. “Ben!” His hands went to his hips. “Some of us aren’t flexible enough for that.”
Shrugging on his jacket, Ben gave Poe a look. “Reddit leads me to believe that it’s more like sucking dick than getting your dick sucked anyways.”
Poe immediately affected a look of faux concern. “Oh no. I hate sucking cock. Worst thing in the world.”
With a laugh, Ben turned to leave. “Goodbye, Poe.”
“I would hate to suck yours again!” Poe called.
“Maybe when Rey leaves me brokenhearted and moves out, I’ll ask you for a pity fuck!” Ben shouted back, heading into the garage to clamber into his car.
At the office, he had barely put down his briefcase and hung up his jacket before Rey blew in, slammed the door shut behind herself and locking it with a huff.
They’d worked together long enough, lived together long enough, that Ben knew it was best to go about his business while the temper tantrum worked itself into steadiness again.
“Hi, Rey.”
She started to pace. “You’d help me get rid of a body, right?”
Ben pulled out the relevant folios from his briefcase before stashing it in his bottom desk drawer. “Yes. But you really shouldn’t talk about it without some sort of code word. You never know when businesses have open mics for surveillance.”
“Fine, then you’d go pumpkin picking with me, right?”
Ah, that reminded him: Ben picked up his desktop calendar and flipped it to October. “Seasonal of you. And yes.”
“Good, because I may need to cash in on that by EOD.”
Ben settled into his chair, swiping his mouse until the monitor began to wake. “Kin’s in the office today, huh?”
Rey scowled. “He’s getting on my fucking nerves. I hate when it’s his one day out of the week to be in the office; he gives me annoyance hives.”
She was working herself into a right tizzy, striding back and forth across the twelve feet that comprised Ben’s office.
It was worth repeating: Ben was very, very stupid.
He lowered his voice. “Why don’t you come sit over here, Rey?”
Rey froze mid-step, her heel not fully on the ground as she snapped her gaze to him. Her body pivoted in slow motion, high color still on her cheeks.
“What?”
Ben pushed back from his desk a bit, moving the keyboard aside. “Why don’t you come sit here?”
Agitation made her steps jerky, her eyes shiny. “What do you think you’re doing?” She said it down her nose at him, but she also let Ben grab her hips, steer her back against his desk.
“Being of use.” He tipped his chin back to look up at her as he forced her into a seat, pushed the skirt of her dress up with the backs of his hands. “You seem stressed.”
“And you think a little risky sex is going to help that?”
“No, I think having an orgasm or two will help you unclench so you can beat Beaumont Kin into the ground with your legal expertise.” Ben’s questing fingers looped around the waist of her panties, slid them down under her thighs. “As a sweet side bonus, I will get to go to my 11 o’clock with your cum on my chin.”
With very little work on his part, he pulled her to the edge of his desk, leaning in until he could feel the heat of her radiating onto his chin.
“We’re at work,” Rey tried one last time, her voice thin, and Ben nodded.
“I had a tiny breakfast; I’m starving.”
Her cunt pulsed.
With a pleased hum, Ben stroked his tongue up her wet entrance.
“Oh.”
“You’ll have to be quiet, Rey.” Ben looked up at her through his lashes, gratified by how rapidly her chest was rising, falling. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” It came out on a breath, and Ben leaned in again.
Sometimes, when Rey would come home and ask him to make her come, it would take a while. Patience and resilience and dedication were a must on those days. He would tease and lick and suck until she was trembling, whimpering, almost begging.
Other days, though, like right now—she would already be dripping by the time he added a finger, already shaking like she was on the edge before he ever even managed to crook those digits inside.
Tentatively, Rey’s hand slid to the back of his head. “Fuck.” Her hips tilted and suddenly everything was perfect. “Ben.”
Pushing her thighs apart, Ben slid his thumb in alongside his tongue, pumping both lazily. She was writhing against him, getting herself off, and Ben could feel the most obscene wet spot forming on his pants.
“Ah—”
Yeah, that was it. Almost there. Ben kept his thumb in and dragged his tongue out, up—gave her clit a kiss. A suck.
“Oh my god—”
He looked up and she was biting her fist to muffle her moan, her orgasm squeezing his thumb, pulsing against his chin. Ben sucked her through it, until she was shuddering, jolting, until she pushed on his forehead to make him fall away.
“Come on me.” Breaths still heavy and deep, she fell back onto her elbows. “Come on my cunt.”
Ben had never pulled his dick out faster in his life.
Pressing himself close, where it was warm, wet, Ben slid his cock in the mess of her cunt, pumping his length and gliding it back and forth between her lips.
Three strokes, and he roped against her, painting what he wanted to be his.
Later that day, when Beaumont Kin was grandstanding in the afternoon strategy meeting, Ben met Rey’s eyes across the table and knew she was thinking about how he got on his knees to clean her up after.
At some point that night, Ben blinked sleepily, his room still very dark.
But something had woke him from the loveliest dream where he was languidly fucking Rey in the morning light, their mouths working against one another tenderly—
Oh.
Ben looked down, watching the sheet bob up and down with Rey’s movements.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He lifted the sheet and held her eyes as she lazily worked him, tongue pressing up on the underside. “What a nice way to wake up.”
She pulled away, her lips shiny, even in the dark. “I’m so wet.”
She said it like it was an explanation. Like that somehow made clear why he was waking up from a wet dream into an even better reality.
In her hand, his cock was hard. “Come up here.” Ben’s mouth pressed into a flat line. “If you want.”
She wanted.
Wearing only a long t-shirt, Rey crawled up the bed, her thighs rubbing together as she laid down to face him.
Fuck, he couldn’t do it like this: he’d kiss her and then she would know he was ready to propose.
“Turn the other way. Let me see for myself how wet you are.”
Ass presented, her lips glistening, Ben pulled her hips until she was in the right position. He lifted her top leg to rest on his, tilting his hips until he could push in where she was needy, stroke where she wanted.
The way she squeezed him—fuck.
“Next time,” Ben whispered in her ear, grateful he couldn’t embarrass himself by trying to kiss her, “Just ride me until I wake up.”
Rey shuddered in his arms.
Ben would have happily continued with this status quo: Rey using him whenever she wanted, Poe telling him to use his Big Boy Words, Ben dying from unrequited love that he poured into every single orgasm.
He would have—but Rey didn’t let him.
It was like he was in some sort of bizarre Twilight Zone episode. Or something.
“You want me to…?” Ben couldn’t seem to sum it up in a sentence, but Rey nodded.
“Yes. I want to cuck you. I want to tie you to a chair and make you watch me get fucked through the mattress by Poe.”
October sun shone weakly through the windows that faced the city, washing the kitchen in late afternoon light, and Ben swallowed against the many (bad) feelings that churned inside of him.
The situation he had precariously constructed for himself meant that he should have always known the possibility of Rey fucking other people was there. But, again: Ben wasn’t being very wise about the whole situation, vis á vis his all-consuming and deeply unrequited love for Rey.
“I didn’t know you wanted to fuck him.”
(His voice came out tragically thin. Winded even.)
She waved a dismissive hand. “It’s not that so much as I want you to watch?”
He didn’t like that. Didn’t want to share.
“What if I want to fuck Poe?”
Faint surprise lit her features. “I was under the impression you already had, to be honest?”
Ben opened his mouth. Shut it. And then tilted his head in acquiescence. “Well, he definitely taught me how to give good head.”
Rey’s eyes brightened. “He taught you how to give blow jobs?”
The back of Ben’s neck heated. “And how to eat pussy.” He rolled his lips together. “We sort of… dated the same woman in college.”
“Together?”
“Yeah, but not each other?”
Rey’s smile was heart-stopping. “Oh my god, here I was worrying about proposing this and you two are already messy!”
He hated how much he wanted to make her happy. Hated how it made his head feel light, even as it hollowed out his chest.
“And you’ve already talked with Poe about this?”
Rey nodded eagerly. “Oh yeah. He was completely on board.”
(Ben was going to make Poe the reason he and Rey went to the pumpkin patch; he could rest in peace next to Beaumont Kin.)
But because he couldn’t deny Rey anything she wanted, and because he loved her so much it made his heart feel like it was shattering and reassembling and shattering all over again, he said yes.
Which was how he found himself in the chair of Rey’s bedroom, naked, watching her bite her lip as Poe bound his hands behind the chair.
“There!” Poe stood up and surveyed his work, pleased. “That oughta hold him.”
Testing exactly how strong the knot was, Ben was unhappy to find that there was very little chance of him wriggling a hand out—especially with the big ham fists at the end of his arms.
“Been studying your knotwork, Sailor Dameron?”
Poe leaned over the chair with a grin. “Hiya, Benji.”
Ben scowled. “You know I hate that nickname, Dam.”
“I know, baby.” He leaned in and gave Ben a filthy kiss. “It just makes me so hot when you’re mad.”
To Ben’s chagrin, his cock gave a twitch of interest—which Poe immediately clocked.
“Yeah, I know you like me a little mean, don’t you?” He turned and gave Rey a winning smile. “Cuck chair is such a good choice for him, actually, because Benji is so good with some playful degradation.”
Ben’s head fell back in despair. “Shut up, Poe.”
“You know, maybe I should shut myself up. I see something I’d love to fill my mouth with right here.”
Poe ghosted a finger along the line of his cock, featherlight, and Ben had to press his back teeth together to avoid making a sound that might prolong his suffering.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He picked Ben’s cock up, smoothed his thumb over the fat head until Ben shuddered. “No wonder I keep walking in on you two, huh? Who could resist?”
On the bed, a pretty pink rose to Rey’s cheeks.
“Rey, he’s—”
“It’s okay,” Rey said, waving her hands to stop him, “I like it.”
Ben gulped, flicking his eyes up to Poe.
This was full evil mode Poe that was in the room. His lips were curved at the edges, tongue running over a canine in a horrifically sexy way, eyes smoldering.
Ben was mortified to feel a bead of precum start to form.
Pleased, Poe gave the head another stroke. “Good, Ben.” He let Ben’s cock go with a dull thwap and stuck his thumb in his mouth with a knowing grin. “You’re doing good.”
Behind him, Rey was biting her lip, giving herself clit lazy strokes. Ben’s bead of precum went from forming to formed and smearing across his abs in record time.
Poe sauntered over to the bed with a sort of swagger that made Ben want to fling himself out the window.
“What about you, Rey?” Poe was leaning over her with a proprietary ease. “Do you need me to help you?”
“I’m—” Rey’s eyes flicked over his shoulder to Ben, the red spreading across her chest. “I’m pretty wet, actually.”
Oh. This was actually how he was going to die. Great.
If Poe’s expression had been evil before, he now looked like a wild animal that had escaped its enclosure.
“Are you?” Ben watched Poe reach down, moving her fingers out of the way to feel for himself. “Watching me harass Ben did it for you?”
“Yes,” Rey breathed, and Poe pulled out his fingers, abruptly standing and striding back to Ben.
“Here. She taste ready to you?”
Ben groaned around Poe’s fingers. It was that sweet, ripe flavor he knew and loved—summer fruit ready to be picked from a vine, bursting with juice and—
“She’s ready.” Ben was breathless, woozy with want, “Fuck her. Fuck her now.”
Poe’s hand dragged a wet path down Ben’s chin, his throat. “You want me to fuck her?”
Ben strained against the hold of the stupid tie. “I want Rey to have what she wants.”
Grinning, Poe nodded. “Such a nice, accommodating boy.” He gave Ben a pat on the cheek and went back to the bed. “He said what the lady wants, the lady gets.”
Rey immediately dropped back onto her elbows, her thighs spreading wide. “Please.”
Fucking Poe. So handsome and charming, with his stupid salt and pepper hair and full, lustrous beard and his ass that wouldn’t fucking quit. Ben fumed as the other man slung Rey’s left leg onto his shoulder so Ben could still see.
Glistening, pink, so inviting—
“Oh.” Rey’s elbows sort of slipped out from under her, her hips tipping towards the man starting to push in.
Poe hummed, watching his cock disappear into Rey. “You are wet.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to come in about fifteen seconds,” Rey agreed, and Poe’s smile took on a more genuine slant.
“Just like you deserve.” He gave a roll of his hips and Ben’s cock jumped. “Don’t you?” The next pump he gave was clearly a little harder, because Rey gave a sort of surprised hiccup. Poe’s next sentence came out in a sort of coo. “Say ‘I deserve to come.’”
Ben swore under his breath.
“I deserve to come,” Rey managed, her mouth starting to go slack.
“Very good, Rey.” He swiveled his hips in a new way and the sound it produced from Rey was a wounded animal yelp. “You deserve multiple orgasms even. Don’t you?”
Nodding like she was scared he might stop, Rey’s hands scrabbled at his waist. “Yes. Poe, please, I—”
“Shh, don’t worry: I’m going to give you what you need.” Cuffing her around the ankle, Poe lifted her leg a little higher and picked up the pace. “Ben might have more experience with you, but I’m a quick study.”
Fuck, he’d found that spot already. Desperate, helpless, Ben watched Poe swiftly bring Rey to the edge of orgasm, her head already tipping back, chest jumping with her erratic breaths.
She got ahold of his chain and yanked him down, using her leg to pull him in for—
Ben groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
Of course Poe got to kiss her. This was fucking torture, even as it was making him so hard that he was in pain.
“Think we could try DP?” Poe kissed the question into Rey’s lips, his strokes shorter, faster now that he was draped over her, fucking her hard. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Rey? Two handsome boys, obsessed with making you come?”
In answer, Rey moaned.
Poe cut Ben a look. “She’s so fucking tight, you know?” His mouth opened in a pant of pleasure, eyes rolling back until they shut. “It would feel insane if we both took her.”
“You’d have to take my ass,” Rey told him, her eyes drifting to Ben even as she kissed Poe, “I’d need Ben’s gorgeous cock to fill me up.”
The chair groaned under Ben’s shifting weight, the helpless fuck of his hips.
Poe’s thrusts sped up. “We could both learn to take him?” His voice was vaguely hopeful. “I’d love to bounce on his cock.”
“Fuck, I’d love to watch.” Poe hit a particularly good spot and Rey’s next thought came out in a whine. “Maybe I could suck you off while he filled you up.”
Precum was oozing out of Ben’s cock. He pulled on the restraints hold his hands, testing it to see if it had loosened; Poe was apparently a fucking Eagle Scout at some point in his life. Desperate, he pumped his hips a few times, just to see if the chair could provide some relief.
“Ben.” Rey’s eyes were on him, her cheeks so flushed. “You would let me suck you off while Poe railed you, wouldn’t you?”
Horniness made him embarrassingly honest. “I would let you do anything to me.”
Rey’s eyes fluttered like his admission made her hot. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
Poe’s mouth curved into the cocky smirk once more. “See how bad he wants it? He’s dribbling all over.”
With a moan, Rey licked her fingers and started to work her clit, her eyes fixed on Ben. She was beautiful and glistening with sweat and Ben needed to touch her, to taste her so bad that he could scream.
“Go on, Rey. Make us come.”
Ben could hardly stand Rey making those sounds under Poe, even as it made pleasure gather at the base of his spine, bead at the tip of his cock.
The two of them came, shuddering and moaning, and Ben couldn’t tell what he wanted more: to rip Poe off of her or to kneel behind him and lick away the mess.
“Fuck.” Poe pushed deep, the muscles of his ass flexing, and Ben decided: he wanted to lick away the mess. “Jesus, that was good.” He leaned down and gave Rey a kiss that was, somehow, chaste, friendly. “You good?”
Rey hummed, her smile dozy. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“Perfect.” Poe’s hips gave two leisurely pumps. “I’m going to unleash him, if you’re ready for more.”
On the chair, Ben practically vibrated.
“Alright,” Rey agreed, her voice as that pleasant, well-fucked tenor Ben knew and loved. She gave a quiet sigh as Poe pulled out, writhing in a slow way, and Ben watched something white and creamy start to trickle out.
Poe leaned down in front of him, blocking his view. “You were so good, weren’t you, Benji?”
“Fuck off, Dameron.”
Gripping his chin, Poe made Ben look at him. “Give me a kiss and I’ll let you go.”
If the kiss Poe and Rey had shared was unhurried, the one Ben gave him now was bruising, possessive. Ben swept his tongue into Poe’s mouth, wanting to make the man suffer for his antics, wanting to make him suffer like Ben was suffering now.
Ben could taste Poe’s amusement, his indolent lasciviousness—and that made Ben’s pesky desire for the man that much worse.
For all of this, he gave Poe’s lip a firm bite.
“Mm.” Poe returned the nip, following it up with a kiss. “Good.” Leaning behind the chair, he gave a single light tug and Ben’s hands were free again. “Off you go.”
Without hesitation, Ben rose, walked three steps, and fell face first into Rey’s cunt.
He ate like he was starved for it, which he was, and like he was going to die without it, which he would. His tongue went in, sucked Poe out.
“Hey, man,” Poe grumbled, sitting in the chair with a whumpf, “I worked hard at that.”
Ben pulled back just enough to watch Rey’s pussy clamp around nothing. “I know; I watched.” His finger slid in and Rey’s hips bucked hard. “I just want her to be full of me now.”
Her answering moan was so good.
Poe had done his level best, which Ben was sure was pretty damn good, given what he’d just watched. But that didn’t mean Ben couldn’t reestablish the baseline—remind Rey how good he had gotten at making her come.
More creamy white spilled out around his finger and Ben licked it all up, teasing her clit.
“Ah—”
There. That was it. Ben’s finger rubbed confidently, displacing more of Poe’s cum which he happily licked up.
Okay yeah, this entire scenario was working for him, if his pesky cock was anything to go by. He had to reach down and administer a firm, stern grip to the damn thing.
“Ben, please—”
“Please what, sweetheart?” He leaned in, dragged his tongue along the side of his finger. “You’ll need to be specific.”
On the bed, Rey gave a little whine, even as she pulled him closer by his hair. “Please fuck me. Fuck him out of me. Fill me with—”
It was an accident, in the end.
He needed to shut her up before her begging made him come. And the quickest way to do that—
“Oh—mph—”
Was to kiss her.
Every part under him went slack, Rey’s fingers twisting in his hair, holding him close.
Fuck, her mouth. Ben’s heart was pounding in his throat as he worshipped those sweet lips, that pretty grin.
Who could have guessed that his mouth could fit hers so well? That her tongue would be so soft against his? Ben licked along the seam of her lips, tasting her need, her desire, and rutted idly in the cradle of her thighs.
“Wow.” Poe’s voice was genuinely shocked. “I thought it would take at least three more times before you caved, Benji; I was ready to fuck the distance here.”
“Mm.” Ben pulled away just to administer bites along Rey’s jaw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about and don’t particularly care.” He focused on sucking a bruise into her skin. “But if you want to come over here and line me up, then you can.” His lips brushed against her pulse as he spoke. “I’m a little too busy to pull away at the moment.”
Rey arched her back, clearly searching for his cock, which slid up and over her slit.
“If you pull her to the end of the bed, then I can lick her clit. Finger you while you fuck.” There was a smile in Poe’s voice that Ben didn’t care to inspect. “Suck her tits. Or yours.”
“Shut up and come over here.”
He pulled her to the end of the bed like he was asked, but Ben kept kissing Rey like a puppy guarding a dish.
“Fuck, man, I forgot how much I wanted to ride this thing.” It shouldn’t have, but Poe’s tongue dragging along the side of his shaft surprised Ben into a tremulous groan, forcing him to press himself up, give Poe more room. “Maybe you should fuck her for a bit, then let me suck you, and then finish in her.”
Ben buried his face in Rey’s neck. “I’ll do whatever she wants, only please don’t make me come—fuck, Dam.”
The man could deep throat as casually as breathing air. Rey pushed up on Ben’s shoulder.
“Let me see. Move so I can—Oh.” Propped up in an awkward position to give her line of sight, Ben watched Rey bite her lip. “Wow, Poe. You look…” Her gaze flicked back to Ben’s. “Is it bad form to say pretty about a man giving a blow job?”
“No, Poe’s—hnngh—” Ben had to close his eyes and breathe through it for a minute. “Poe’s got porn star blow job face.” He rolled into what was effectively a side plank to give Poe a sharp look. “Don’t you, Dam?”
Pleased, Poe hummed around Ben’s cock.
“Don’t—” Poe swallowed around him and Ben had to push him off by the forehead, his voice gone stern. “Stop trying to make me come, you pest.”
Poe grinned, his expression unapologetic. “Then put it where I can’t get to it.”
This was ridiculous. It was stupid. Ben kind of wanted to do it again? Turning back over to cover Rey, he shot Poe a look.
“Give me a hand?”
With a snort, Poe picked his cock up and guided him in; Ben kissed her softly as he sank into Rey’s cunt.
“Isn’t she so fucking good, Ben?”
Not willing to stop kissing her, Ben nodded, taking up slow, steady strokes. Poe made an appreciative noise.
“Damn. Hang on.” Poe walked away and Ben took advantage by breaking up into a series of small kisses, drops of adoration.
“Ben—”
She couldn’t seem to help herself either: Rey pulled him down by his hair and swirled her tongue into his mouth.
“I should have been kissing you all along,” Ben whispered, telling on himself horrifically as he gave a grind that made Rey moan, “Look at how much time I’ve wasted.”
Poe’s steps came back and then Ben heard the telltale thwibbbt of lube. “I want to play.” Two confident fingers started to circle Ben’s hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Ben’s hips punched forward. “He’s going to make me come.”
“Hell yeah, I am.” Poe took a knee on the edge of the bed to give him an impish grin. “Can’t wait to see you fill her because of how good I’m giving it to you.”
“Oh god, Poe.” Rey’s eyes were wide, wild. “Thank you—Thank you for—”
“Shh.” Poe gave Ben’s ass a smack, going back to his teasing. “Let’s see how long he can last with you kissing him and me teasing him. Not long, I’d bet.”
Overwhelmed and needy, Ben moaned.
Poe was a fit guy. Everything about him was stocky, solid, muscular without being big like Ben. So one finger, just starting to press in, felt good. It felt really good.
“Kiss her, Benji. Don’t make her wait,” Poe scolded, “She needs your tongue again.”
Rey clenched around him, a wet squelch coming from between their bodies, and his body gave two involuntary thrusts that made her whine.
“Yeah, just like that.”
Given that he had been on the edge of orgasm for about twenty minutes, it wasn’t much of a surprise that Ben’s spine was starting to lock up, his core starting to clench.
“Fuck.” He pushed up to make space, starting to give Rey steady, even thrusts. “You have to get yourself off; I’ve got maybe ninety seconds in me while he’s doing tha—Poe.”
Poe’s finger stroked inside him, a pleased, husky laugh his only response. Ben shot him a dirty look over his shoulder while keeping his onslaught up.
Sucking her fingers lewdly, Rey reached down and started to work her clit. “Where is my titty worship? You know how I like when you—”
“Sorry. Sorry.” Ben crouched over, trying to keep his ass stuck out for Poe while he also attempted to fuck Rey through the mattress. “He’s distracting me.”
“He’s making your cock throb, more like,” Rey replied, her breaths starting to get short.
Ben couldn’t say anything else after that, his mouth occupied with the task of giving Rey exactly what she wanted, so when Poe’s tongue suddenly slid between his cheeks, doing to him what he’d done to Rey mere minutes earlier—
Neither of them lasted longer after that.
Rey’s cunt clenched around him, urgent and good, and Ben pressed himself deep, groaning as Poe rubbed his prostate, making his orgasm into something so good that it took on a life of its own, unfurling and blooming with speed.
Wrung out, exhausted, Ben ended up on his back, still buried deep with Rey slung over his chest; fascinated, he watched Poe work his fist up and down over a cock that had miraculously gotten hard again.
“You two are hot.” Poe gave Ben a lewd grin. “It was like watching live performance porn art.”
On his chest, Rey gave a drowsy laugh. “Is that a thing?”
“Sounds like something Abramvić would do,” Ben muttered, giving a hum of appreciation as Poe started to come, ropes of white shooting out over his fist and arm.
“Wow,” Rey commented, and Ben shook his head.
“Poe’s always been a shooter.”
“You used to like it,” Poe said, his voice throaty, deep.
“I still do,” Ben conceded, and Poe gave him a grin, stepping closer to the bed as he gave himself another stroke, cum dripping off the end, and traced his cock over Ben’s lips. Stunned, Ben obediently opened his mouth and sucked.
“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?”
Ben swirled his tongue—tasting Poe and Rey and good god—and then Poe pulled away with a shudder.
“Learned from the best,” Ben replied, licking his lips.
Poe’s smile went fond. “Of course you did. That’s why you’re going to eat Rey’s pussy for as long as you both shall live and she’ll never be unsatisfied.”
On top of him, Rey made a sound of shock.
Poe waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Don’t worry: he loves you, too.”
“You—”
Ben’s eyes shot to Rey. “‘Too’??”
“Your dual dedication to being thick as a post while also torturing one another with horniness has been really fun to watch though.” Poe slid back into his joggers, his demeanor brisk. “Don’t forget to tip your waitresses and yes I will be including this anecdote in my best man speech.”
Ben and Rey both turned to Poe who was swiftly exiting. He got to the door and gave a wave.
“And I’m always up for a little more, if that’s something you decide you two want to do.” With a smile and a wink, he was gone.
Ben and Rey stared at each other for a long moment, both wide-eyed, as her pussy clenched, his cock twitched.
It turned out that Rey was the braver of the two of them. “You love me?”
Heat blazed over his cheeks, his ears, his chest. “You love me?”
Instead of flushing, Rey’s dimples materialized. “Of course I do, you goon.” Her hand carded through his hair. “You’re wonderful.”
Ben grimaced. “I don’t see it.”
“You don’t have to,” Rey countered, “I see it enough for both of us.”
Tentatively, he reached up, stroking his thumb over her lip. “I thought I should take what I could get.”
Her smile went surprisingly shy. “With me, Ben, you can have it all.”
Fuck, he was lightheaded again. “I can?”
(Too hopeful again. He was a mess.)
Rey nodded. “If you love me, you can.”
Ben’s mouth hooked up on one side. “I love you enough that I absolutely would try out DP with Dameron.”
From down the hall, the door still cracked open just a tad, Poe shouted, “I heard that!”