Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 21

[[ May the fourth be with you! Happy Star Wars Day!!! I barely made it lol- it's almost 11pm in my time zone. But I love the idea of a little Kylo Ren smut on a holiday :) ]]

Quinn

My body burns with pleasure, and there's something putting pressure over my mound which is helping me to resurface from the abyss of orgasm. The commander. Kylo. His gorgeous face. That big nose that felt so good between my legs. His dark flowing hair. I swear I saw a flash of dimples when he smiled at me. I don't know how long he's been between my legs, but I need him inside me immediately. I roll my hips against the pressure, only to find the heel of a palm, not a tongue. And why am I laying on my side?

"I need you to wake up." Kylo's low voice makes my eyes snap open.

My heart bumps against my rib cage as I jerk up into a sitting position, blinking against the dim light of his bedroom. "Wake up?!"

In my frantic search for reality, I find Kylo laying on his side propped up on his elbow with tousled black hair and a carefully controlled expression on his face. My head spins and throbs in time with my frantic heartbeat, and the pain makes me flinch. But it doesn't distract me from what he just said. "You made me pass out."

I swallow against a dry, scratchy throat. Of course he fucking made me pass out, the bastard with a magic more powerful than space travel at his disposal. My gaze goes to his mouth as my cunt lets out a pitiful throb.

His lips twitch, but I don't get to see him smile. "Are you always disoriented when you wake up in the morning?"

My heart leaps to my throat, my stomach drops into my guts, and I look around frantically for a clock. "Morning? Fuck!!"

My body springs into action, making my head spin. But I don't let it stop me from stumbling onto the freezing metal floor and toward the closed blastdoor separating us from the rest of the commander's quarters. Regret blooms in my chest like a poisonous flower, beautiful and harsh.

A large hand wraps around my arm, yanking me back in my fury to escape. My panicked gaze lands on that gorgeous face, and my thoughts stumble over themselves. Urgh, why can't he be ugly?! "Let go! You might be the stupid commander but I have to get to the bridge! Fuck!"

My body is weak and flimsy in my desperation, and he holds me perfectly still, looking at me like I'm insane. My thoughts continue to spiral in my panic and I continue to pull against his hold. "I'm going to get fired! Or transferred to an outer rim post on some deserted planet, or demoted to night shift, or-"

"Quinn!"

His voice stops me short, low and harsh. It sends a physical jolt through my body because the only thing I can associate that voice with is pleasure. The commander frowns down at me, his gaze intent on my face, his thick lips slack with surprise.

"Relax," he demands, and I swear I can hear the modulation I'm so accustomed to woven within his voice. "I took care of it."

My body goes slack, but he doesn't let go. "I'm not in trouble?"

His lips twitch and brows quirk up. "Not unless you want to be."

It's such an adjustment to see the minute movements of his facial features and hear his naked voice. Just that alone sends a blush through my face and down my neck. Which reminds me of my nudity. I glance down at my fully exposed body, and then at his hand around my arm. The hand that's attached to an arm that comes out of an exposed chest. My eyes drop further to find wide abdominals and... a familiar, long, hard cock.

All the bravado is stolen from my body at the sight of the entirety of Commander Ren. Kylo. And then it hits me. We spent the night together. He went down on me for what felt like eternity, and I must have fallen asleep before he could fuck me.