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“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”
Leia’s soft question snapped Ben out of his momentary trance. His eyes flickered to his mother as thoughts began to swirl around his brain. If he could convince Rey to come over, they’d have the whole weekend together. Just the two of them.
Alone.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He offered her a little smile. “I’ve got that tutoring gig, so…you know. “
“Oh, honey. They can survive without you for one day. You’ve worked so hard this year. You deserve to get away. And we’ve always had such a great time on the Vineyard.”
Across the table, Han lowered the newspaper to meet his son’s gaze. “Give it a rest, Princess. I’m sure Ben has better things to do than go on summer vacation with his parents.” His father’s arched eyebrow told the whole story and Ben felt heat flood his face. His dad knew–of course, he knew. “How’s Rey been? She hasn’t been around much. Everything okay, son?”
Ben shrugged, hating the tingle at the tips of his ears, knowing they were turning red. “Yeah, she’s okay. Just busy. She’s waitressing. And you know, band practice, so.”
Han finally let his eyes drop. “Oh. I wish she’d come around the shop for a job. I could use another set of hands.” The newspaper was back in place, obscuring his face, and for that, Ben was grateful.
He had no desire to tell either of his parents the rest of the story.
SInce he’d started tutoring Rey the previous winter, they’d become an item. Sharing kisses when they passed in the hallway, sneaking out to late movies on a Friday night, where they’d always sit in the back and make out. His parents loved her, and frequently invited her over for dinner and the occasional family gathering. Han had invited her to take the extra ticket for a Giants game that Spring when Leia couldn’t make it. Rey had told Ben beforehand that she disliked football and considered it the last bastion of toxic masculinity, but she’d gone along and they’d had a great time regardless.
Things had been great until the end of the semester.
Ben had started applying to colleges, under the pressure of both parents. He’d already changed his focus to schools only in New York, Jersey and Pennsylvania, not wanting to be so far from Rey that he couldn’t drive home to see her every few weeks. There was no doubt that Rey was smart, but she hated math and had little tolerance for studying. Her plans after graduation focused mostly on her band. She had no plans to apply anywhere except the local community college. Culinary school was something else she’d talked about, but it was expensive and difficult to get into. Ben would support her in anything she wanted. But somewhere along the line, she’d decided that she was getting in the way of his future success. She’d stopped coming over to the house every weekend. When he asked, she’d always say she had rehearsal. If he said he could come by, she’d say it was a private rehearsal, that the girls didn’t want any outsiders.
His stomach was tied up in knots every time she lied to him. All he wanted was Rey. He’d happily attend a college in the city, as long as it meant he could be closer to her. Why couldn’t she see that?
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Ben: Hey.
Babygirl: Hi. What’s up
.... Are you busy this weekend?
Babygirl: Maybe, a little. How are the college apps going?
He grimaced before typing his response.
Fine. Boring AF.
Babygirl:. Heh. I don’t doubt it.
So, do you wanna come over this weekend? My parents are going to Martha’s Vineyard.
We'll have the whole place to ourselves....😏
There was another long pause and Ben could almost hear her thoughts. He missed her sweet voice, her giggle. The way her hazel eyes would darken when she was feeling frisky. He really hoped she would say yes.
Please say yes please
Say yes
Say yes
Please
Babygirl: idk...I might have to work
His heart was thundering in his chest, and he suddenly realized he might die if she said no. Ben was shaking his head as he typed out as fast as he could. He didn’t want to fuck this up. Rey was deliberately cagey, it was just who she was, but he knew her well enough now to see through her.
He knew her. She had to want to see him. Didn’t she?
Please. Please, Rey. Do you want me to beg?
Babygirl: Ben…
There was a twinge in his chest as he waited. She had to say yes. She had to.
Because I will.
Babygirl: —
.........
Babygirl: Okay. I’ll come over on Saturday morning. I have to work Friday night.
Ben let out a victorious whoop and did a victory lap around the kitchen.
They’d still have all of Saturday, Sunday and Monday. If he got his way, they’d be fucking on every viable surface in his parents’ house.
Me: I’ll make it worth your while, Babygirl.
There was another short pause, and then a series of hearts.
Babygirl: See you soon, cutie.
****
He’d been up much too early that Saturday, too keyed up at the prospect of having Rey all to himself. In that house. With no one else around.
They could make as much noise as they wanted, a privilege they’d never been able to enjoy except when they fucked around in his car. But now…
God, the scope of possibilities made his head spin.
He’d showered and blow dried his hair, putting more effort into it than usual. He used some of his mom’s styling gel to try to get it to spike a little in front, but it didn’t work so well. Hopefully, Rey would appreciate the effort anyway.
Maybe she could show him how to do the spikes. Maybe she’d like that on him.
It was close to ten when she rang the bell. His heart leapt to his throat and he took in a deep breath to ground himself. In a few long strides, he was at the door, and…there she was.
He couldn’t breathe for a moment.
‘Hiya, cutie,” she smirked. Ben stood there in stunned silence for a few seconds until her raised eyebrows prompted him back to reality, and he lurched forward to take the big, olive green backpack on the ground beside her.
“Hi,” he stuttered before leaning in to kiss her gently. “You look fucking incredible.”
Rey’s smirk bloomed into a full-blown grin. “Thanks, Iron Man.” She beckoned to him, and he leaned forward to kiss her mouth, those soft lips of hers like silk beneath his. It was quick, just a peck, and he was starved for more.
Relax. This is just the beginning.
Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from her and grunted to indicate she should follow him inside.
Her outfit was not the kind of thing he’d expected to see on a bright, Saturday morning. Even for Rey.
Now, it was just the two of them, but she was dressed for the stage. Super-short denim cut-offs over fishnet tights. A vintage Ramones t-shirt, clearly too big for her but rolled up into a knot at the hem to show off the gorgeous planes of her smooth, flat belly and the outline of her narrow hips. Ben’s mouth watered at the sight; he couldn’t help it. The sliver of golden skin, the promise of her sweet, candy-pink nipples against his tongue was too much. He’d been semi-hard for the past two hours, but now his dick stood up all the way as if in salute.
On her feet was her favorite pair of bright pink Chucks, one of his favorite pair that she’d scrawled on with a black sharpie. To Ben, they were sexier than any stilettos she could possibly have worn. He was ready to untie them and slide them off her feet so he could suck gently on her toes.
He stood mute, hanging on to the thinnest thread of control, when she sauntered in, strolling across his parents’ expensive carpet. She looked around like she’d never seen the place before, a knowing smile on her face.
“So, I was thinking, Benji….may be we could play a game.”
He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “A game?”
Rey hummed and turned on her heel to settle down on his parent’s obnoxiously expensive sectional.
“Yeah.” Her beautiful green eyes flashed and Ben wanted to sink to his knees and crawl across the carpet to her in worship. He knew he would, soon enough. But for now…he’d try to hold on to a wisp of self-control, just a little longer.
“You like games, don’t you, Benji?” The teasing in her voice was enough to drive him to distraction.
“I do,” he confirmed, his own voice raspier, thicker than normal to his ears. Ben’s hands clenched as he fought to stabilize himself. “What kind of games were you thinking of?”
“C’mere,” she murmured, beckoning him closer. Soon he was right beside her, the delicious heat of her body unmistakable. Undeniable. One of her small hands reached out to stroke his back, making him arch and preen like a cat.
“I was thinking,” she said softly, shyly, looking up at her through dusky lashes. “We could pretend we’re married. You know….while I’m here.”
If Ben had been aroused before, the wave of hunger that engulfed him now was consuming.
“M-married…?’ he croaked.
“Yeah. We could do….married people things.” Gently, she traced the line of his lips with her index finger and Ben’s eyes fluttered. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he would turn her down, and he was sure Rey knew this.
“Okay.” He swallowed hard and nodded. It would have been a lie to say that he’d never thought about it. Tying himself to Rey in a formal, public way was one of the things he dreamt about, he just wasn’t sure if it was in the cards for them. But this…yeah.
“What do you want to do first?”
Rey dimpled. “I haven’t had any breakfast, dear. Can we go to the diner down the street?”
He grinned. “Sure. Or I could make you something.”
“Pancakes?” she prompted, wide-eyed.
“Of course, darling. Whatever you want.”
So Ben whipped up a batch of pancakes while Rey sat at the kitchen table, thumbing through the new Cabela’s catalog.
“I’ve never been camping,” she mused. “D’you think maybe we could go sometime?”
He snuck a glance in her direction to see if she was kidding, but her expression was earnest.
“If you’d really want to, sure.” He was about to tell her that he hadn’t gone camping with his parents for the past two years, and that now he’d much rather spend time alone with her, but then he remembered their little game. “We could go looking for tents this weekend, if you want.”
Rey shot him a toothy grin. “Yeah? How about fishing? I’ve never done that either.”
Ben chuckled as he slipped the spatula under the first pancake to flip it. “Anything you want, Sweetheart.”
“You know something?” Rey asked. He was still cooking, pouring more batter into the sizzling pan as she got to her feet and stalked over to him. She stood beside him, inches away, until Ben turned the pan off and gave her his full attention.
“What?”
“You’re so good to me, husband,” she murmured. She started rubbing his back again, but then a hand slid down to grab one of his buttcheeks and Ben yelped in surprise. But somehow, he managed to stay in character. He turned to face her straight on.
“That’s because I love you so much,” he said. His eyes blazed into hers, waiting, hoping that she’d say it back to him. She had alluded to it many times, and Ben had said it straight out to her months ago. But Rey had yet to say the words back to him.
That was okay. He could wait. As long as she’d let him be part of her life, he could wait.
Rey bit her lip, letting her eyes drop down his front. When she reached out to cup his half-chub with her slender fingers, Ben shuddered. Rey didn’t open her mouth to speak, didn’t say a word, but her eyes and the little smirk on her perfect mouth spelled out her intentions.
Ben stood there, his back against the counter as Rey reached inside the waistband of his basketball shorts. She cupped and stroked him, as he grew longer and thicker under her touch.
“You’re such a good husband. Do you know how much I appreciate you?”
She asked the question so innocently, it was almost a shock when she knelt before him and yanked the fabric down without pretense.
“Do you know?” she asked, gazing up at him expectantly.
“Ahh…ah, I…”
Rey tsked, taking his hesitation for a no. When she pressed a little kiss to the tip of his cock, all he could to was groan.
“Rey…fuck.”
Ben stood helpless, immobile but for his fingers that flexed and twitched as Rey took him slowly into her warm, wet mouth. God, it felt so good. The complete surrender of her. She was perfect. He was going to marry her, for real, if she’d have him. But for now, all he could do was try to stay on his feet as Rey–his beloved, his ideal mate, his fantasy wife–licked at the pre-cum at the tip of his cock before closing her lips over the head. He closed his eyes, losing himself in her. It was just on the edge of too much. It wasn’t the first time Rey had sucked him off, and it was always amazing, but for some reason, today, it was–
He sucked in a breath of shocked disappointment when she suddenly pulled off. They locked eyes, and what he saw in hers was a kind of desperate, dogged determination.
“Stop holding back. I know you want to fuck my mouth. Do it.”
Ben let out a shaky breath and his hips stuttered a bit as he prepared to give his wife what she wanted, what she needed. Finally, he threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly. He was about to apologize for his roughness, but Rey let out a little moan that was all the encouragement he needed.
Ben rolled his hips slowly, watching intently as his length slid deeper into Rey’s mouth and down her throat. She was okay, he realized. She could take it.
“Fuck. Fuck yes,” he growled, as he picked up the pace. Usually, when they did this, he didn’t let himself finish in her mouth. He’d always prefer to be inside her, buried deep, connected to her. But this time...this time, he was tempted.
“Baby girl…your mouth is a dream, ” he groaned. “Want to paint you in my cum. Want you dripping with it, fuck.”
Her eyes sparkled, daring him. Even with little tears at the corners, she wouldn’t back down, he knew. Ben’s dick was big, and this happened all the time, but Rey could take it. She wanted to.
“You gonna swallow my cum, huh?” She did the best she could to nod, and Ben’s eyes rolled back in his head. He pumped a little harder, getting closer to the finish line. All thought fizzled out as he finally came down her throat, spouting praise and curses as he did.
Holy shit.
Ben pulled her close to his chest, peppering her cheeks, her jaw, her ears with kisses. She giggled, shifting a bit under his weight, but he could tell she liked it.
“You’re so good,” he cooed. “My girl. The best girl, mine."
Mine.
The realization that he’d broken their play dynamic hit him, and he poised to fix it, but Rey didn’t seem bothered at all.
“It’s my turn, now, wife,” Ben growled. Rey barely had a chance to respond before he tugged her to stand, scooping her up in his long arms and moving to settle her down on the counter. She squealed as Ben unbuttoned her shorts and began to slide them down her legs. He kissed her, reveling in the sweet, softness of her mouth.
The goddamn tights were another issue, and he fought against the urge to shred them.
Then Rey did it herself.
Ben was unable to hold back a laugh as Rey tore them off, causing the delicate fibers of the net to tear further.
“Fuck it,” she snarled. “Put your mouth where it belongs, husband.”
Ben didn’t waste another second, falling to his knees and nudging her legs apart. He took a long moment to admire the perfection that was her pussy, as he always did. Knowing that Rey appreciated it only spurred him on.
“Look at this pussy. The most perfect…pinkest, wettest little pussy.” He pressed his nose to her mound and inhaled dramatically. Rey rested her back flat on the counter, fully surrendering control to him. Ben swiped a finger through her folds , just to tease, and she moaned loud and long.
He smiled. This was what he loved the most. To watch her fall apart under his hands. Against his lips, soft and wet. On his cock--
“Ben,” she murmured, and his eyes snapped to hers, questioning. “Kiss me.”
Yeah. He could do that.
He reared up to reach her face, latching onto her mouth again. Ben was already convinced that there was nothing that tasted better than Rey. Not her mouth, not her skin, not her pussy. He didn’t want anything else. Anyone else. He’d happily go the rest of his life not eating or drinking anything else, if she’d let him.
“Ben,” she moaned. “Please…please don’t. Don’t stop.”
He licked and sucked at her most sensitive spots with abandon. Ben knew her body well enough now, to know when she was close. The way her hips buck. The change in her soft sounds, from pleading and hungry to insistent and demanding.
One time, in his car, she had flat out yelled, “Fuck, Ben fuck! Give me your baby, fill me up!”
At the time, it threw him off for no more than a moment, but he didn’t stop, recognizing it for what it was.
Maybe one day, she’d be begging for him to do that for real.
For now, though, it was enough to feel her shudder and cry out against him as she reached her peak. He climbed up to fold her into his arms, and just hold her.
After all, they'd have the whole weekend.
Just them.