Page 61 of My Rose

I shook my head because no word was allowed in this game that would answer him, and the only other option was telling him to stop. And I didn’t want that. Not at all. So I shook my head again, tucking my chin down to look at him.

He was absolutely breathtaking from this angle—really, from any angle. I couldn’t imagine his roused-up blonde hair and tattooed, well-built frame looking anything less than perfect.

That cold, smooth object slid up my leg. “It’s called a cue ball.” A white ball settled at the top of my knee as I blinked away the thoughts of him naked. “And that stick in your hands is called a cuestick, by the way.” The ball disappeared, only to move back to where it had been before I lost my footing.

I inhaled sharply. “It’s the heaviest ball.” He let the weight of it ease onto my clit, making me wriggle at the cold, hard feeling. I could feel the ball turning, then lifting just enough so the turns were barely grazing my bud. I wriggled harder, my breaths coming out choppy. “It’s the one you strike first to hit the others. To knock them into their place.” His voice was lowering, just like his eyes were to the spot where he was moving the ball ever-so-slowly over me. “It’s the one that if you push itjustover the edge, letting it fall into one of the holes on the table, you lose the entire game.” The ball rolled between my entrance and my clit, making me moan more. “You want to win the game, don’t you, Rose?”

And then his eyes flicked up right before he plunged his fingers back inside me. “That’s only two, baby. One more, then I’m going to let my tongue do all the work. Like you so frequently try to do.”

I scowled, but the pleasure he was giving me made it difficult to keep that expression on my face. “Tell me you want more, Rose, and I’ll give it to you.”

The neon lights illuminated his sculpted frame as I tucked my chin to see him again. “More.”

Without pause, he added a third finger and seethed through his teeth with me. “Fuck, Rose.” He tried removing them, then going slower, meeting the same resistance. He finally withdrew the added finger, and his eyes stayed on me as I found my breath again. I didn’t even notice I hadn’t been breathing as my body fought against the added pressure.

“You’re incredibly tight. You need to relax, Rose.” Briggs’ two fingers pulsed inside of me once more, curving and making me squirm. The pressure from the two alone was more than I thought I could handle. His fingers stilled, and then he bent forward, extending his arm until the cue ball was in front of my parted lips. “Lick this baby. Get it nice and wet for me.”

I nearly whimpered as his fingers began to move again while he patiently waited for me to obey. I let my jaw hang open and stuck my tongue out, making Briggs curse under his breath yet again as he swirled the cue ball against my tongue. The way he was bending over me…I could feel how hard he was. How hard he’d been this whole. time. And it made me wriggle more before he pulled back.

He must’ve caught me looking at his crotch because when he lifted his head with the cue ball in one hand and his other hand working my walls, he smirked. “That will be afterifyou’re good.” I whimpered again, my head falling back right as that ball fell back to my clit.

I moaned as he teased me more with featherlight touches, letting the ball graze just the edge of where I wanted him to be a little rougher. My legs jerked against the restraints, my hips working to get it closer as he continued to pull it away.

“Does it feel good, baby? You want more?”

“More,” I groaned. “Please, Briggs. I need more.”

He began planting kisses along my inner thigh, and as he pushed that ball deeper against me, I cried out for him to keep going.

“I knew you’d be such a good fucking girl for me.”

“Briggs,” I moaned his name, hoping he’d acknowledge the way I was saying it and give me more. I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff, dangling my legs just over a giant chasm of space. And I wanted to plunge right into it.

“Fucking hell, Rose.” There was silence, and when I tucked my chin down to see him, his head was lower. A lot lower. His breath was a warm caress along my core as he said, “I was going to edge you, but I don’t think I can wait any longer.” The ends of his mussed-up light hair peaked over my spread legs, making a shiver roll down my spine, knowing he usually looked more put together, and I had driven him past that point.Idrove him just as mad.

I called out his name again, pushing out a heavy breath while holding his stare. His eyelashes dipped as he looked down at his fingers pulsing inside of me, his breath hot on my skin. I wanted his eyes back on mine. I wanted him to lean up and over the table again, but this time, to steal the breath from my lungs like every kiss from him had done to me so far.

But I couldn’t tell him that. Sayingmorewasn’t enough to tell him how badly I wanted him. How badly he made me want no one else but him.

“Briggs,” I whispered through panting breaths, drawing his gaze back to me as his fingers stilled. I’d seen him look at me like that before—like everything in him failed to function. Like I could make him forget the things that weighed him down.

But then he snapped out of it almost as fast as it appeared.

“Rose, baby.” Briggs cocked his head, that sinful smirk reappearing. He lowered again, using one of his hands to…to move my legsfrom the straps. “Are you ready?” The straps fell to the table as he hooked each ankle between his thumb and forefinger, holding the cue ball with the other three. Slowly, he positioned one of my legs over his shoulder, then took the other and did the same. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Hecan’t wait? My body was trembling in anticipation of what his mouth could make me feel.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“I want you to think of my cock when I push in this last finger again. Think about me filling and stretching this tight little cunt.” His hand started moving again as that cold ball rolled along my thigh. Briggs pushed his two fingers in deeper as I writhed, my hips bucking up as he grazed that spot inside me again. “Tell me you can take it. Tell me you want more of me inside of you.”

“Yes, more.” My arms jerked, pulling against the stick so hard I thought it would break right before he added that third finger. I cried out and tipped my head back, matching the insane arch in my spine as he worked the fingers in tandem, pumping them with vigor.

A dull thud sounded as his knees hit the carpet and then warmth flooded my core as his lips fell to where I wanted him most, easing the pressure of the added digit. This insane need I had never known existed before was burning like a new life inside me. Another thudding sound signaled the ball falling to the floor, long forgotten and almost inaudible over the sounds that were escaping my lips without fail as he gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to him.

And now, all I could picture was his cock, the way it hardened beneath me just hours before. The way it wouldfeelas he slid intome and took everything I could give. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. But that wasn’t because of some preconceived notion that being a twenty-two-year-old virgin was pushing it. It was because I wanted to share that with someone special, someone who deserved to have me at my bestandmy worst. Someone who would keep me safe and that I would feel safe with. Someone I could trust.

That person, I now realized, was Briggs.

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