As Kylo had promised, you did in fact get to use his shower — and it was glorious.
There you stood, under the streaming shower head, body lathered in all his cedar wood and spice scented soaps, hair slicked back on your shoulders and head. Steam filled the bathroom, the water turned as hot as it could go. In your shitty apartment bathroom, hot water was often only a luxury in rare times.
The shower itself was huge — which you figured, considering Kylo was gifted with such height and width. It was all green sea tiles and grey grout, small corner shelves holding various soaps and bottles. The water pounded down from a large square shower head.
You freely stood, hands washing yourself as the water rinsed away all the dirty deeds that had just been done to you minutes before.Your knees still shook slightly, hips popping and rigged with ache. Part of you wondered how just one man could make you feel such things — emotionally and physically.
You stood peacefully with your eyes closed, water beating down your back when you heard the bathroom door open and shut. You smiled to yourself, listening to the sound of heavy footsteps and soft grunts, and then the glass door behind pulled open, steam pouring out to reveal a familiar and tall giant.
"I'm almost offended that you didn't ask me to join you." Kylo grumbled lowly, his bare frame moving to step into the shower with you, closing the glass door after him. You offered a small laugh in response.
"I'm sorry," you began, "I was just too excited. I barely get hot water where I live. I feel like I'm in heaven." You spoke, voice muffled and echoed in the washroom.
Kylo's hands gripped your waist, moving you so he could stand under the hot stream of water for a moment. Then, he quickly chuckled. "Well, I don't think heaven is this hot." He retorts. You smile at that.
He turns to face you, water still beating down his broad shoulders and muscled back. His long raven hair became slicked back, just like yours. His eyes merely flickered over your bare frame, studying every mark and bruise he had left on your skin. He smirked devilishly at that.
Leaning down to kiss you, his lips press to yours. The kiss practically made you melt, as if the steaming hot water hadn't helped with that in the process. Butterflies brushed against the insides of your stomach, and your knees went soft. He wrapped his big arms around you, pulling your wet body to press against his.
You shamelessly moaned into the kiss, deepening it further. You could feel his still-hard length pressing into your belly, achy with need. You savour the kiss for a moment longer before your hand is slithering between the two of your bodies, gently tugging at his cock.
A growl escaped his lips then, his big paw of a hand moving to grip at your throat tightly. You let out a loud squeak, big eyes looking up at the man who gripped your neck tightly — lightly choking you. Desire bubbled in your stomach.
"What's the rush, Angel? All needy for my cock...it's pathetic." His voice rang in the echoed shower, water still beating down his broad shoulders and muscled back.
You swallowed hard at that, his grip only tightening at your throat. He urged your grasp on his cock, your fist beginning to move in quick motions. His Adam's apple bobbed, a low groan leaving him.
He sucked in a sharp breath. "Just like that, don't fucking stop." He encouraged you. "You know just how to make me feel good." He adds.
He enjoys himself for a moment longer, head rolling back, water beating and pounding on his rough skin. Inky wet strands of hair sticking to his cheekbones, his neck, even the edge of his broad shoulders. A low growl left his throat, hips bucking.
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POKER FACE - Kylo Ren.
Fanfiction"Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start..." Nobody knew anything about who Kylo Ren really was - they just knew he was a poker player, gambler at best, and he was damn good at it. He had money to blow, money people weren't sure...
