Page 50 of My Rose

Yet, he wasn’t moving. He stayed there, looking almost tortured, like a trapped lion in a cage too small to contain him.

A barely audible question cut through that barrier. “Don’t you want to go eat?” Before I could watch him leave, I shifted my wayward focus to the way the shower hummed as I stepped completely beneath it, lifting my head and closing my eyes to finish rinsing off the orange soap that still bubbled in my hair and on my skin. Focusingon the scent was harder as I peeked again—he was still standing there. I’d never felt that type of empowering freedom before—seeing what my naked body was doing to him.

“Not hungry for food anymore.”

Running my fingers through my hair, I blurted, “Well then, join me if you want.” I’d intended to make it sound like a joke, but it came out more like I was putting myself up for auction, begging him to come closer. I pictured him in the shower more times than I could count since the night he kissed me. 'I’m a big boy'never sounded so hot before that night.

My eyes flared open when I felt his touch on my side.His touch was—

“Rose,” Briggs said as he stepped in closer. His fingers grazed over the burn mark along my ribs, his head towering above me. The water from the shower began to roll from the back of his head to the tip of his nose like he should have been in a commercial selling some erotic form of a super-soaker. “You shouldn’t have said that.” That joking tone I’d tried and failed for—I doubted he eventried. He’d been clutching the countertop so hard just moments before, anchoring him to the spot like it was the only thing keeping him from doing what he was doing now. That surge of empowerment was reaching new heights as he looked between us—nothing but the thick air of tension in those inches of space.

My fingertips poked into his soaking shirt as it clung to the hard ridges of his body, my hand working up to the side of his neck. I glanced down, noticing his sweatpants were still on. “Your…your clothes. Don’t you want to take them off?” A large tent in thefabric drove me to keep my focus there a moment longer, and I swallowed at the visual before snapping up to meet his eyes.

His head tilted to the side as his touch trailed further down, just like his eyes had done when he took in my body. “No,” he finally let out, but it looked like it took a lot of effort for him to come to that conclusion.

I frowned all too noticeably. “Why?” I was a virgin, and I’d never actually seen a naked man in person before, but I knew that once I finally got to see Briggs naked, I’d never be the same again.

The rough tips of his fingers prickled just beneath my navel. “I told you, not in this house.”

I sucked in my bottom lip, desperately wanting to see him change his mind. After waiting at least five torturous seconds with no movement, I whispered, “So why are you in here with me?”

“Because you asked me to.” His hand moved down inch by inch, his touch conflicting with the texture of his hands so much that I could almost mistake it for the water. I gasped when those skilled fingers stopped right above my…

“Are you wet, Rose?” The way he spoke made my thighs clench together. A desire I’d never known before roared to the surface.

“I’m in the shower, so…yes?” It came out like a question. I wasn’t naive enough to truly believe he was talking about the shower. No, Iknewwhat he was asking. My mind was short-circuiting from the notion of exactlywherehis hand was trailing down to, the feeling of him being this close with so few barriers became an undeniable rawness that I wanted to explore.

Hisother hand reached up until he was holding the back of my head, tugging on my hair, forcing my gaze to rise abruptly toward the ceiling and out of the water. I let out a shriek.

He made a noise low in his throat. “I wasn’t asking about your skin, Rose. I was asking if your pussy is soaked for me.” Water droplets kept falling on my chin and neck. I swallowed, wishing the wetness would settle in my throat and on my tongue. I nodded, rolling my lips in as I fought against the desire to stand on the tips of my toes, hoping it would send his hand to where I wanted him most, although I found it difficult to ask for him to move there, to touch me there.

Briggs smirked, and I whimpered, shifting my attention to the tiled wall to avoid feeling even more embarrassed. “Have you ever touched yourself, Rose?” The inflection in his tone softened, and he loosened his grip on my hair when I didn’t answer. I didn’t know how to answer. “Look at me,” he ordered. My gaze darted back to him, his irises thinning as his pupils grew. “Have you ever made yourself come?”

My lips parted as heat flooded my cheeks. His hand moved from my hair, settling along my cheek. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.” Briggs pressed his lips to the edge of my ear, and I leaned into him. “I make myself come right here, in this shower, right where you’re standing.” Another whimper escaped my lips, and he groaned in response. “And do you know who I’ve been thinking about when I fist my cock, Rose?”

I shook my head, still unable to form coherent thoughts into words that would pass my lips. He pulled his head back, his browsfurrowing together before he yanked my head back further like I’d given a wrong answer. “I think about you. I think about—” His other hand slid further down until his finger rested right above my slit, but instead of sinking into me, he landed a slap, and I gasped at the roughness of it. “That. I think about the sounds you’d make as I touch you.” Briggs slid his finger along the edge of my slit, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest as he leaned in close to my ear once more. My eyes fluttered, the tension pooling low in my stomach reaching unprecedented levels. “I think about how wet you’d be just from my fingers. I think about how you’d feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck you so hard, you’d forget to breathe.” A single finger entered me, and I moaned without inhibitions. Water dropped down my face, pooling around my bottom lip as my mouth fell slack.

“Briggs, please,” I begged, my hips seeking more friction as I ground against his hand.

“Fuck, Rose. You’re incredibly tight.” He nipped along my neck—sucking and biting whatever skin he could. I didn’t get a chance to look at myself closely in the mirror earlier, but I was sure I was covered in hickeys as if they formed a necklace, and the fact that Rhonda probably saw them hadn’t even phased me before. I wondered if she was used to it—seeing women come and go from his house, leaving with marks like cattle being sent in for branding. I quickly pushed those thoughts out—he said he was mine as much as I was his, and I believed him.

“I am?” I blushed harder, overcome with embarrassment at my question and the intense amount of slickness between my thighs that had nothing to do with us being in the shower.

I could hear his teeth grinding together as he replied, “So fucking tight for me. All for me.” My skin was on fire, my body going weak in his hold. “Is this how you touch yourself?” I yelped as he jerked on my hair, his finger pushing in deeper, curving in not-so-gentle strokes. When he started making circles along my sensitive clit with his thumb, my knees almost buckled to the floor. “Is this what makes you come? You like fucking my fingers, imagining it’s my cock buried deep inside you?”

The steam floated down around us, blurring my vision. My head fell forward onto his chest, my breathing becoming erratic and my brain turning to mush. Were all men like this? Did they all use the words he did as they did what he was doing? “I can’t hear you, little viper. You’re usually more talkative than this.”

Little viper?“Yes,” I moaned as he pressed in harder, the heel of his palm now slapping my clit with every thrust. I winced as what I pictured was another finger was added, but the pleasure quickly took over. It was too much, yet not enough at the same time.

“I won’t fuck you for your first time in this house. But I can make your cum drip from my fingers as you beg me for more. I can get you ready to take me when the time is right. Would my good girl like that?”Oh. Shit.His voice was husky, like he was barely holding himself together as the pressure quickly built between my thighs, my brain firing off nerves I didn’t know I had. My other hand moved tosupport my body against him, and when my fingernails dug into his chest through the sopping fabric, he moaned.

“Please, Briggs.”

“Please, what?” His two fingers curved up inside of me, wringing as much pleasure as he could from me, making me whimper into his chest. He pulled his fingers out of me only to slap me roughly over my parted core, making me cry out before he plunged them back in. “What do you want, Rose?” His grunts were strained, his control slipping at a dizzying pace.

“Mo…more,” I begged. My hand reached over his shoulder as I fought to get closer to him, but he pressed deeper into me at the same time, keeping me from feeling his body against mine. Even though he was clothed, I wanted him closer.Neededhim closer.

His thumb started to circle faster and then slowed. On and off, he switched the speed and pressure, and it was driving me to the brink of insanity. “Has anyone ever touched my girl like this?” I tensed up, and his fingers stilled. “Am I the first person to touch you like this?” he asked as he pulled my head back from his chest by my hair. I whimpered as he rotated his wrist, wrapping my hair around his knuckles. I looked at the wall, unable to admit just how inexperienced I was.

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