A/N: Sorry I took so long! I've been busy seeing The Last Jedi 😂 Also this chapter is more than twice of what I usually write.

This is for you johannaistrash and st49286 😉😏

Rey's POV
The weekend passed pretty quick and I finished all, but one scene with Ben.

I slipped on my new combat boots and looked one last time in the mirror.

Black skinnies, red flowly tank top, and a new black jacket.

I grabbed my backpack off the desk and suddenly the bottom fell through.

"You've got to be kidding me." I hissed to myself.

"Knock knock." Ben came into my room. "Whoa, what happened?"

"Bottom fell out again." 

"Again?"

"Yeah, I'll just have to sew it after school."

"No, I'll buy you a new one."

"You already bought me clothes."

"So." He countered. "Now I have a question."

I rolled my eyes, but let him continue.

"Let's ditch homeroom and English, go out to breakfast, make out some, and then go kick Poe's ass again in P.E."

"That wasn't a question, but sounds like a wonderful Monday morning." I agree to his plan.

"Okay, follow my lead."

"Wait, let me grab my stuff."

"Just use mine today. Perks of having all the same classes right." He disappeared into the hallway.

"Good point." I smiled and followed him down stairs. "Hey mom, want Starbucks?"

"Yes, get me a venti salted caramel mocha frappuccino, no whip, double blended. I hate Monday mornings." She grabbed her bag for class. "See you at school, breakfast in the microwave." She waved goodbye.

"Where's dad?" Ben asked.

"Went out drinking with your uncle. Probably slept there." She replied and closed the door.

"Looks like we have the house to ourselves." Ben smiled.

"Oh boy." I reply sarcastically.

"I have an idea." I look at him and raise an eyebrow. "Lets play one way 7 minutes in heaven."

"Explain." I cross my arms over my chest.

"It's rather simple. I get to do whatever I want to you for 7 minutes, main clothes on of course." He winks. "You moan or do anything sexual, you lose."

"You totally made that up."

"If I win, we go have sex on my parents bed." He ignores my statement.

"And if I win-"

"You won't win." He smiles, interrupting.

"You're on." I smile back.

SMUT WARNING!

He grabs his phone out. "Go to the living room."

I roll my eyes, but go.

He follows me in there. "Okay, sit on the couch."

"Yes sir." I sit and glance at him to see him staring in disbelief. "What is that a kink?"

He looks away without answering. "Time is set."

"Show me." I tell him, knowing he's probably up to something. He holds up the phone showing the 7 minute count down. "Okay, leave it on the coffee table." I instruct.

"Okay, shall I start it?" He asks.

"Just remember I'm not helping you in anyway."

"Just remember I plan on winning." He smirks.

I take a breathe and let my lungs fully expand, before releasing it.

I close my eyes, waiting for the first touch of him on my skin.

"I should of had you take your jacket off... guess I'll do it."

I open my eyes and flinch when I realize how close he is.

His warm hands brush against my skin, as he slips the jacket for my shoulders.

I lean forward and he pulls one arm free, then moves to the other side of me and pulls the other free.

Shit, I just helped.

I return to look straight ahead and close my eyes.

I steady my breathing, ready for him to begin.

A warm single finger traces down from my shoulder to my wrist and my goosebumps rise.

So far, so good.

I feel his breath on my neck and wait for him to proceed, but he hesitates.

And keeps waiting.

Why is he waiting?

I open my eyes and try to turn my head, when he finally attacks.

His plush lips connect to my neck and my whole body tenses and a gasp almost slips.

He continues, sucking, kissing around my neck and comes up to my jawline, turning my head.

"Look at me." He instructs.

"No." I resist and keep my head straight and close my eyes.

The couch cushion rises and I know he has gotten up.

Great, now he's mad.

The cushion dips down on either side and the pillows around me are pushed out of reach.

I feel an arm brush against my shoulder and I can't resist.

What the bloody hell is he doing?

My eyes open to find him straddling me.

"What are you doing?" I ask shocked.

"You won't help, so I'll help myself." He places a hand to my jaw and leans down, kissing me.

I kiss back.

I probably shouldn't... but I do... and I don't stop.

His hand drops from my jaw and trails down my body.

He doesn't hesitate with his hand, like he has a known location, but it doesn't stop at my breast.

His hand comes to my waist and I feel my shirt begin to raise some, but only his hand sneaks under, as he removes his lips from mine.

"You kissed back." He states and I open my eyes again.

"Why wouldn't I?" I question, like it's natural for us to kiss, but in reality, kissing him is new and exciting, thrilling even, but normal or natural would not be an adjective to describe it.

He fingernails rake over the sides of my waist and send a shiver through my spine.

What the hell was that?

His hand wonders back more and he does the same motion again... This time my back tries to arch and I have to resist.

"Stop that." I breath out.

"Why are you about to lose?" He asks.

"No." I say as confident, as I can.

His other hand moves to join and both rake down my back.

My back arches. "That's the only help you're getting." I tell him and press my lips tight.

"Sure you're helping." He smirks into the crook of my neck, then continues kissing the bare skin showing.

I take a deep breathe and he pulls away.

"Can I lay you down?" He asks.

"I don't know, can you?" I smile, but keep my eyes close and he gets up.

His hands softly, but firmly grab my shoulders and I feel the last pillow be removed.

He pushes me towards the center, turning me to lay across the couch, then retakes his seat... straddling me.

I feel the locks of his hair brush my face and his lips return, once again to mine.

I kiss back and he begins shifting to a different position.

He pulls back and I open my eyes to realize he is hovering above me.

"Rey." He speaks softly. He moves his leg and so do I. Opening a spot between mine for his knee to rest.

He rests his knee, but suddenly brings it closer to me. Closer to the pressure that began to build, when he said my name.

"Rey." He says again.

And I don't know what makes me believe it's a good idea, but I shift ever so slightly and connect myself to him.

His knee rests against my pants now and when he leans down, they lightly move.

Sparking a fire I know I will not be able to extinguish without him.

Our lips connect and I peruse an attack on his lips.

When will this timer go off? Do I actually want this to stop? Should I moan?

His lips break once more and I feel a hand latch to my waist.

The fingernails drag and his knee comes up, rubbing against my womanhood.

I bite my lip to hold back a moan and open my eyes.

We lock eyes and his hand moves from my waist. He leans back slightly and I feel his hand slowly dragging  down to where his knee remains.

His knee moves back and is replaced.

I continue my glaze into Ben's eyes, that remain locked on mine.

He glances down to his hand, then back at me.

I bite my lip harder and give a nod.

He hand begins to rub and create friction against my pants.

My hand grips the couch cushion and I know it's coming.

I know I can't suppress it any longer.

"Rey." He says, as a soft plea.

I moan and now press for my own needs.

I begin to sit up, almost knocking Ben off of me, but he is quick to regain his balance.

I reach over and grab his phone.

"The timer stopped two minutes ago." I tell him and he smiles.

"Sorry phone must have been on silent."

I toss it on the couch and remove his shirt.

"Asshole."

"Bitch." He pulls my own shirt off.

"Jackass." I wiggle my pants off and he follows my lead.

"Drama queen."

"Dickhead."

He reaches forward and grabs my waist, pulling me against his almost naked frame.

I reach up and pull on his hair and suddenly he swoops down, lifting me up.

My legs go around him and I feel his hand, pull on my bra, and it comes off.

Our lips lock and attack one another's. I feel his tongue poke at my mouth and grant him entry.

I don't feel us going upstairs and pull away to see him ending into his parents room. 

"You lost." I tell him.

"Yet here we are." He smiles.

I roll my eyes. "I won, your room."

I flash of anger passes through his eyes at his lost.

He leans forward giving me a quick kiss and biting my lip.

He pulls away and we begin to make our way up stairs, him still carrying me.

We reach his room finally and he tosses me on to his bed.

I take off my own panties, eager for him, as he takes off his boxers and I see how huge he is.

"I know it's impressive." He catches me staring.

"Shut up and get a condom." I tell him.

He does and rolls it on painfully slow to tease me.

I lean back on his bed and go along with his game.

I slid one of my own fingers down the front of my folds and feel how wet I already am.

"Shit." Ben hisses and I glance over at him, to now see him staring.

I push a finger into myself and bit my lip.

Ben's POV
"What are you doing?" I ask as Rey begins to finger herself.

"Pleasuring myself since someone decided to take their sweet ass time."

I bit my lip and go over to her and get on the bed next to her, kneeling.

"So you actually think your hand is more satisfying then mine?" I ask, grabbing her wrist, stopping her.

I pull her hand back, withdrawing her finger, and her other hand goes to continue.

I grab it as well and put it above her head. Pinning both hands down with one of my own.

"Rey, I feel I must tell you something," I slide my own finger in, "when something is mine," I begin pumping my finger in and out of her, "I don't share."

Her hips grind against my finger. "Good thing, you're not my boyfriend." She breathes out.

I slip in another finger. "No, but wouldn't you like the title of my girlfriend?"

"No, this seems to be working out just fine."

"So you wouldn't be jealous if I went and fucked Phasma?" I ask picking up pace.

"Honestly." She bites her lip, hard, as I give I deep thrust and pull out. "I'd be jealous, but I think Hux would feel more bitter about it then me."

I move in between her legs and she makes eye contact with me, as I line up.

"So," I slowly push into her, realizing she's tighter than I thought. Rey bites her lip and grips the sheets. "You wouldn't mind sharing this cock?" I push the rest of the way into her.

She moans out softly.

"Only if you didn't mind sharing this pussy." She breathes out her reply.

And almost pull out completely and slam into her.

She grunts, but doesn't object or tell me to stop.

I lean over her and kiss her lips, thrusting into her with a control speed to make this moment last longer.

I do mind actually,  I could feel my rage build at myself, more than at her... was I actually mad at her?

Screw it, I'd think about it afterwards.

I released her hands and one of her hands grabbed my hair, while the other raked her nails down my back, my muscles tensing in response. 

I stopped our kissing with a bite to her bottom lip and let out a low growl.

I thrusted into her harder and the headboard began banging into the wall.

My grunts and pants mixed with her own pants and moans.

Her hands moved from me and to the sheets beside her, gathering them up in her fists.

I smirked to myself knowing she was getting close. I gave a final thrust and her walls clenched, sending me over as well unexpectedly.

I listened to her breathing slow, as I hovered above her, still inside of her.

I had to tell her. "I do mind." I confessed.

"What?" She asked.

"I do mind sharing you... or would mind sharing you." I clarified.

"Okay..." She paused and let out a sigh. "What are we?"

I hung my head and my hair got in her face, so I picked it back up.

"I don't know." I pulled out and began to disgard the condom.

"Well," She sat up, then crawled off the bed, passing me. "Let me know when you do."

And with that she left.