Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 4

Kylo Ren

Why in the fuck did I convince myself two days was appropriate?! Here I am again standing in my shower with lukewarm water spraying down my chest, one hand planted against the cold wall and the other fisting my impossibly hard cock.

I had been so nervous about being rejected the entire encounter yesterday that I couldn't even get hard until she said, "yes, please, Commander." I barely made it out of there alive. My teeth grit at the thought of her interpreting my swift exit as anything but cool arrogance.

Four years without sex isn't that long. I need to get my shit together. She signed the contract. I snuck back into my office from my quarters after doing this very thing- yanking my hard cock in the shower to thoughts of her face twisted with pleasure- to find the datapad on top of the desk with her finger-made First Order rank signature. Her raw handwriting is messy.

"Fuck!" My shoulders slump as climax surges through me, my balls tightening until my release splatters against the shower wall.

Really?! Her handwriting is enough to make you blow your load? How am I supposed to spend an hour with her warm skin under my touch?

Tomorrow night. It's all the further I have to wait. Two days is plenty of time for her to think this through logically. To see the benefit to her. I run my hand through my wet hair as I splash water on the evidence of my desperate need. I should have shown her something I can do that other men can't. Something that would better my odds that she doesn't get cold feet and cancel the contract before tomorrow.

Tomorrow. I'll show her tomorrow. She'll give me a chance, and I'll walk away with a clear mind, able to focus on my goals and ambitions. And Quinn will walk away on wobbly legs, that much I will make certain of.

Part of my mind screams at me to break the contract before she can. Show her that I'm her superior. Show myself that I don't need another person to rid my mind of distractions. Show Snoke how disciplined I can really be. Not that he'll discover this, no matter how this pans out.

I towel off and avoid looking at myself in the mirror like usual, and go to sleep thinking of soft moans and wide hips.

Quinn

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!"

I'm about to get reprimanded, I just know it! I skid to a stop outside the blastdoors to the command bridge, running my sweaty hands over the bun of brown hair at the nape of my neck. The trooper guards ignore me as I swiftly stride through the doors and onto the bridge, trying to come up with an excuse that sounds more plausible than, "Sorry General, I was scared I wouldn't have time to return to my quarters before meeting the Commander for sex, and spent way too long grooming every inch of my body."

As frantic as I was this morning, it still made me three minutes late to my post on the bridge.

"It's about time." My counterpart sighs with exhaustion when I approach the control center for my station.

"I know I'm late, I'm sorry. Please don't report me."

My face does even more begging than my words. The last thing I need is a scrutinizing pair of eyes on me today. Or any day from here on out.

"Whatever. Fine." He shrugs. Then thankfully, he pulls up his report and leaves me to get acquainted with what happened last night and the orders for this morning.

I can't decide if the day is dragging on extra slow, or moving at hyper speed. I'm on constant alert for any sign of authority, chiefly the commander. Is he even on the ship? We've traveled to a different sector this morning to the forever under construction Star Killer base.