He Put a Ring On It

She was elated. She was breathless. She was… engaged!

To none other than Kylo fucking Ren, billionaire CEO of First Order Investments.

Rey pulled back from their tight embrace, peering up into the earthy depths of her boyfriend's eyes.

No, not her boyfriend.

Her fiancé.

Rey's heart skipped a beat at the new formal title of her significant other.

Her fiancé's gaze was warm, comforting, and full of reverent adoration. The fireworks in his eyes reflected in her own hazel orbs. The intensity of Kylo's stare engulfed her, wrapping around her like a snug blanket. It could have been hours that the two stood quietly in the foyer of their penthouse apartment, locked in an all-consuming stare, wishing to burn this moment into the deepest crevices of their mind.

Anyone that saw the enamoured pair would know, without a doubt, how madly in love they were with one another.

Utterly mesmerized, Rey was unable to focus on anything but the man in front of her. That was until something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She shifted her gaze towards the dazzling sparkle coming from her left hand, resting on her fiancé's broad shoulder.

The sight took Rey's breath away.

"Wow," she gasped admiringly at her engagement ring. She had been too absorbed in the whirlwind moment of Kylo's proposal to have contemplated the piece of jewelry symbolizing their impending union. She was able to appreciate it now, though. "Oh my God, Kylo… it's huge!"

"That's what she said," Kylo joked, a goofy smile stretching across his angular face. Rey paid no mind to his playful remark, completely entranced by the extravagant diamond ring. She continued to gape at the eye-popping bauble as a question formed in her mind.

"It's twenty-two carats," Kylo answered her silent query. The two had grown so close that sometimes they swore they could read each other's minds.

"Twenty-two carats?" Rey repeated incredulously. "That's a lot, isn't it?"

Kylo nodded indifferently, adding, "I had it made for you."

"You had it made… for me?"

"I had an old family friend create this ring for you. Wilfredo Rosado knew my dad through Andy Warhol. He used to work closely with Andy before he went to work for Giorgio Armani, but now he's a jeweler."

"Oh?" Rey remained awestruck by the bling of the massive center stone—an emerald-cut diamond that was flanked by two tapered baguettes, and finished in a platinum band. It was, simply put, breathtaking.

And beautiful.

Oh yes, and stunning.

Yep, definitely stunning.

Holy fu—

"Wilfredo wanted to know more about you in order to design the perfect ring for you," Kylo continued, grabbing hold of Rey's hand. He brought it close to his mouth. "After I was finished talking his ear off about you, he told me that he was going to have to take his standards super high for this particular creation."

"Super high?" Rey questioned softly, staring back at Kylo. She never broke eye contact, even when Kylo caressed his full lips over her knuckles, finding herself hypnotized under their elusive spell.

God, he had such pretty eyes.

"Yup," Kylo answered before pressing the softest of kisses to the top of her hand. "Wilfredo said he wanted to make a ring that would match the woman it was for—one that could not be measured up to."

"Really?" Rey couldn't help but giggle at that. "That's actually what he said?"

"You know I would never lie to you," Kylo stated earnestly, pressing another kiss to her hand. The contact sizzled, sending an electric current through Rey. "Besides, I think the ring speaks to that as well, don't you think?"

"I think the ring is extra as fuck," Rey scoffed playfully, shaking her head as her smile grew wider. "Just like you. But..." Rey moved closer, slipping her small hand from his grasp. She wrapped her arms around Kylo's neck, pulling him in tight. "...if I'm being honest, it is one of the things I love about you."

"Rey," he breathed her name like it was a life-giving force.

"Kylo," she gasped out with urgency—with need—before pulling him down to have his lips meet hers.

Rey kissed Kylo fervently, desperately wanting to convey every single one of the multitude of emotions rolling through her. He returned her intensity, his passion so unbridled that Rey thought it was possible to be physically burned by it. Both were enraptured, absconding in the wonderfulness that was this dream. Only no, this wasn't a dream.

This was reality.

Rey had truly found love.

She was actually Cinder-fucking-ella and this was really happening!

Rey was… getting married.

"Oh God, Kylo," Rey mumbled against his lips, not daring to break away. "I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Kylo murmured back.

"I love the ring, too," Rey tried catching her breath by pulling back momentarily. "The ring wasn't necessary, really! But yeah, even if it is a bit much, I can't help but love it."

"I'm glad you love it, Rey," Kylo placed her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. "But I don't think it's too much. Nothing is too much for you, Smalls. Nothing."

"Babe, I—"

Rey held back a sob as a single tear burst free from her right eye, and an overwhelming desire suddenly erupted within her. She needed to show her partner—her fiancé—how much he meant to her.

How much she loved him.

How much she wanted him. Needed him.

"Fuck," she whispered, pushing Kylo back. "I'm so freaking horny right now."

Rey slammed his body against the wall next to the penthouse's key locked elevator.

"Shit," Kylo grunted as Rey pressed her body against his.

Her hands flew to his waist, unbuckling his belt with feverish haste.

"Rey, wait."

"Ugh!" Rey groaned impatiently. "You denied me on the plane and on the car ride over here, Ren. I've done enough waiting!"

"I know, I know. But—"

Rey rolled her eyes in frustration, continuing to undress her hesitant lover. "But what?"

"We'll be late for dinner if we don't leave now," Kylo informed.

"Dinner?" Rey's fingers abruptly stopped unbuttoning Kylo's shirt. As if on cue, her stomach rumbled and growled angrily, giving voice to the hunger she had unintentionally disregarded.

"I knew you'd be hungry by now," Kylo smiled smugly as Rey placed a hand over her empty belly. It was both comforting and irritating how well Kylo had come to know her. "I wanted to go out and celebrate your graduation… and, well…" Kylo chuckled sheepishly, grabbing onto Rey's left hand, rubbing her ring finger gently. "I wanted to celebrate you saying yes, too."

Rey couldn't help but beam at that. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Kylo smirked, winding his arms around her waist.

"But what if I'd said no?" Rey blurted, not entirely certain why she said that. She supposed it was an ill attempt at a joke, but she regretted posing the hypothetical rejection when she gazed at the look of utter devastation and brokenness upon Kylo's countenance. His expression physically pained Rey, and she grimaced at the sharp pain she felt in her chest.

"I honestly don't know what I would've done if you'd said no," Kylo confessed, his voice low and shaky. "I wouldn't have taken it well."

"Biggie," Rey attempted to soothe her pouting beloved, placing one hand over his scarred right cheek. "Sorry. That was a bad joke. I was only kidding. You know that, right?"

Kylo hummed affirmatively, but his eyes were downcast, his shoulders slightly hunched. "It's just that… I need you, Rey. I couldn't—I can't live without you."

"Neither can I, Kylo," Rey agreed, caressing his face tenderly, lovingly. "I need you, too. So fucking much."

Kylo raised his eyes, the beginnings of a smile etching on his features. "It always feels so good to hear you say that. Really, I—God… what did I do to deserve you?"

"Well," Rey kissed him swiftly but sweetly, "it certainly helps that you like to keep me satiated and well-fed, in more ways than one."

A groan rumbled deep in his chest as Rey rubbed wantonly against his body, her mouth crashing over his. Her lithe hands moved leisurely down to his neck, her lips seductively following suit. Working her way down, she kissed his exposed chest, which was rising and falling rapidly with heavy, panting breaths as she kept heading south.

"Rey," Kylo's deep, breathy plea made Rey stop in her tracks. "We… we really should get going before you get hangry."

Her hollow stomach chimed in then, growling loudly in agreement.

"Ugh! Okay, fine!" Rey conceded with reluctance, pulling away from Kylo. "Food first. But after that, it's going down. Understand?"

"Yes, of course, sweetheart," Kylo chuckled at the way Rey scrunched up her nose. She always did that when she meant business. "We definitely won't be getting any sleep tonight."

Rey jabbed a finger at his chest. "Good," she purred, flicking the same finger under his chin before walking away. "Now hurry up, slowpoke," she called over her shoulder. "I'm starving!"

Kylo laughed softly as he followed her into their private elevator. He finished buttoning back up his shirt, and as he reached for the zipper of his trousers, Rey's dainty hand suddenly stopped him.

"Actually, on second thought," Rey whispered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I don't think I can wait until after dinner."

She moved so they were facing each other again, locking eyes with Kylo. Slowly and deliberately, Rey lowered herself, tilting her head back as she dropped down. She swore she could actually feel Kylo's surge of excitement deep in her own belly when her bare knees finally touched the cool surface of the floor. Her fiancé quivered, and his mouth parted in lustful awe.

"R-rey—"

"I mean, it's obvious we're both hungry for something now," Rey gently swatted his hands from his waist, making his pants fall to his ankles. "So how about an amuse-bouche to start us off, hmm?"

Kylo's hips bucked involuntarily as Rey's fingers grazed the bulge that was under his Versace black boxer briefs.

"I… uh… umm…n—" Kylo stammered as his body betrayed him, growing warm and pliant under Rey's heady stare. "W-what about the camera?"

"Let 'em look," she replied brazenly, not batting a single eyelash.

Kylo began stuttering nonsense, clearly battling with himself. They would be late if they didn't leave soon and… well, Kylo wasn't really much for PDA. Rey was really asking him to push his boundaries for sure, but deep down she knew the adrenaline rush would be as irresistible to his more-reserved nature as it was to the thrill-seeker in her.

If only he let loose… just a little.

She sighed dejectedly, believing he would deny her yet again. Rey casually licked her lips then, leaving her mouth covered in a most enticing sheen, and his resolution instantaneously faltered.

"Okay," he conceded huskily.

"Really?" Rey yelped.

"But make it quick, Smalls."

Huh. There may be hope for him yet, Rey thought sanguinely.

"A quickie, eh?" the corners of her mouth stretched wide, triumphant. "Well, you know that's not really my specialty, babe." Rey flicked her gaze to the security camera, then quickly at her watch before fixing her eyes back on Kylo. "You know I like to take my time to really blow your—" she paused to giggle, "—mind."

"Dinner, Rey," Kylo reminded urgently. "We're gonna be late!"

Rey pressed her face against his crotch, breathing his essence in as she rubbed her nose there, nuzzling the length of his stiffening cock. Damn, did he smell good. His scent was a mixture of the cool spices and smoky warmth from his expensive oud wood body wash, mingling with something else that was strong and almost animalistic. Something that was distinctively Kylo.

It was so intoxicating to Rey. So alluring.

"Okay, Biggie," Rey acquiesced, lifting her head. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his designer underwear. "Put the key in the lock."

"What?"

"Don't worry, Ren," Rey soothed, tugging the stretchy material down tantalizingly slow. "I promise I'll get you off before we reach the first floor. Go ahead. Put your key in the lock and press the button."

Kylo's breathing grew ragged, erratic, especially when Rey had completely exposed him, and then proceeded to give the underside of his shaft one languid lick.

"Th-there's not that many floors," Kylo pointed out in between short breaths. Their home wasn't in one of the numerous high-rises Manhattan was known for. The penthouse occupied the top two floors of a historic seven story cast-iron building.

"Oh, ye of little faith," Rey teased. "Hmm… well, I think I smell a bet."

"Bet?"

Reaching into her purse, Rey retrieved her own elevator key that Kylo gave to her earlier that day. She thrust it into the lock, turning it.

"If I get you to come before these doors open," Rey said, locking her hooded gaze with his, "you will make a sexual fantasy of mine come true."

Kylo swore almost inaudibly. "And if you lose?"

"Then I will make a sexual fantasy of yours come true. Anything you want. Nothing is off limits, baby. Nothing."

His dark brown eyes flashed with excitement, presumably thinking of all the possibilities.

There was a blur of movement, and Rey barely registered that Kylo had slammed the down button.

"You're on!" he exclaimed as the doors closed, the elevator beginning its descent.

Rey gasped, not having any time to curse him out for starting the challenge before she was ready.

Motherfu—, Rey was unable to finish telling Kylo off in her head, needing to get right down to the matter at hand. Or rather, at hand and mouth.

She stuck her tongue out and licked her palm repeatedly, quickly, until it was slick with her saliva. Rey wrapped her wet hand around his shaft while simultaneously opening her mouth as wide as possible. Capturing both his balls inside her slippery, warm mouth, she started sucking greedily. Kylo hissed as a delicious shudder went through him. With his balls secure inside her hot mouth, Rey pumped her fist from base to tip.

"Ahh," Kylo made a low sound in the back of his throat, and the elevator dinged.

One floor down, five to go.

An obscene popping sound was heard amidst Kylo's pleasurable moans and groans as she opened her mouth. Rey feverishly flicked her tongue along the vertical line between his balls, all the while still stroking his shaft with her hand, keeping her eyes trained on his face as best she could. She wanted Kylo to know—to see—how much she was enjoying this, making his toes curl and his handsome features contort with ecstasy.

Another ding, another floor.

Rey decided to focus her oral ministrations towards the nerve-packed patch of skin between his balls and anus. She licked there incessantly as her hand continued to move up and down his rod.

"Oh my fucking God!" Kylo moaned loudly. Rey thought back to the first time she'd done that to him, and how he made her promise—half-joking and half-serious—to take it to her grave the fact that he absolutely loved when she licked him there. "Fuck yeah!"

She took a brief moment to revel how Kylo was putty in her hands (and mouth), sounding like a basic bitch instead of the formidable tycoon that he was. Despite his vocal encouragement, she turned to his cock, sucking in as much as she could inside the tight ring of her rosy lips.

His large hands instinctively cradled her head as she bobbed her head up and down over the first third of his length, her hand still working on the rest of his shaft. Her mouth was as soft as her hands, her suction so taut.

"Oh, Kylo," Rey coughed after purposely eliciting her sensitive gag reflex to stroke his ego. "You're 'o 'ig, mmm." She knew it always drove him wild every single time she slightly choked in an attempt to take him all in.

Beep!

Another floor reached.

Worry grew faintly in the back of her mind, but she pushed it aside, keeping calm as she carried on with her delectable task.

A tiny moan formed in her throat and she deepened it, humming with genuine gusto. The vibrations shot down his erection, igniting his nerve endings even more. Her free hand remained occupied, rolling his balls between her palm and fingers. She found that sensitive spot just behind them again and gently rubbed there, sending him reeling.

"Oh, fuck," Kylo exhaled with pleasure as the elevator chimed again.

Rey continued to work vigorously, sucking and jerking and licking and humming… and moaning… and groaning… and… God, she was getting so turned on! Her own excitement brewed within, threatening to explode.

So close, Rey motivated herself, resolute even when apparent defeat was nigh. He's so close…

"R-rey—I," Kylo mumbled in between huffs and puffs. "Rey, s—"

Ding, ding!

"First floor," a robotic female spoke, announcing the elevator's arrival.

"DAMN IT!"