LUCKY |Modern Sugar Daddy AU|

Unzipped

The clerk at Gucci made you feel a lot better. He dragged you through the clothing racks and pointed out all his favorites. Most of them were weird A line dresses with high necks and unflattering patterns. High end somehow translated to kind of ugly. Eventually however, he helped you find a couple of good options. 

You stared into the mirror as you slipped on the first. It was form fitting with thin straps and a low neckline. Goldish beads traced patterns that accentuated your curves. It wasn't bad, but it didn't excite you, so you moved on to the next. It was black and silky with loose off-the-shoulder sleeves, and a V cut neckline, leaving the majority of your chest exposed. You were almost scared one of your tits would pop out. Not that Kylo would be opposed to that, you were sure. You could hear him now, on the phone with someone from work, his voice tense and business like. 

You traced the sides of your silhouette in the mirror and turned to look at yourself from every angle. In all honesty, you felt hot and after the embarrassing display of hysteria in Chanel, you needed an ego booster. Maybe Kylo did too. You glanced at your ass one last time before pushing the dressing room door open and stepping out. Kylo was sitting on the lime green couch in front of the giant mirror, elbows on his knees, head tilted to the ground, clearly in a focused conversation. You stepped forward until you were right in front of him and cleared your throat. His head snapped up, and though his voice didn't waver, his eyes grazed the length of the fabric clinging to your skin. 

"Can you zip me?" You turned around and pulled your hair to your front. 

"Shut up for a minute, Vicrul." 

You watched him through the mirror as his hands pulled the zipper up your back slowly, phone still in one hand. When it reached the top, he stopped to look at your reflection, dark irises soaking in the sight of your figure. His fingers traced the sides of your waist, skimming down to your thighs where he thumbed at the hem. 

"You like it?" you breathed. 

"Hmm," he hummed, throatily. 

"You can unzip me now," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. 

"Are you trying to tempt me?"

"Do you feel tempted?" You smiled at him through the mirror. 

He brought his phone up to his ear. "I'll call you back." He hung up without waiting for a reply, and grabbed your wrist dragging you to the fitting room, and slamming the door behind you. 

"Here?" You chuckled but it was cut short by his desperate lips on yours, the warmth of his mouth invading your skin. You moaned against him and reached for the top button of his shirt, popping it open before moving on to the next and the next until his torso was exposed and your tongue was filled with his minty taste. Your hands explored his bare chest and abdomen, smoothing along the curves of muscle and enjoying the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. He pushed against you forcefully until you collided with the wall. It felt so good to have him against you like this after what had happened earlier. 48 hours without him meant 48 hours of his missing his body, his tongue, his cock.