30. Rose
Chapter 30
Rose
“Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.” ― Ovid
B riggs didn’t relent. His stubbled jaw rubbed against my sensitive skin as he nipped along the crease of my thighs, switching between giving me his euphoric mouth where I wanted him most to where it teased me more. His fingers curled and stroked me like his own personal instrument that only he knew how to play, and he played it well—so well that I almost wanted to reciprocate his words vocally. I wanted to tell him that my body was his, too. That I was his. But the words stopped every time they came to the surface, my breath abandoning me as Briggs sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Briggs, I can’t—” My throat felt like it was seizing as my legs trembled harder, and instead of stopping, he started pressing harder on that spot low in my belly. With his fingers still working, he stood up from the bench and stared down at me, his blond hair falling over his forehead, unable to shield his eyes from finding mine as I came undone for him.
“That’s it, Rose.” He smirked and descended upon my pussy as I writhed in his hold, his fingers digging into my ass to keep me from wiggling too much as faint white dots spotted my vision. I felt like I was going to pass out from the way my body started to seize, none of it within my control. Tossing my head back, I let loose a guttural cry, the tightness in my core exploding into fragments.
“Fuck. Yes.” Briggs pulled back and shoved his fingers roughly back inside me, shaking me with the crude force as he rapidly hit that deep spot, over and over. There was an obscene amount of wet sounds mixing with my moans of pleasure. My abdomen felt damp and warm, but Briggs wasn’t stopping. He pounded harder, demanding more, pulling me apart from the inside. I lifted my foggy-brained head to see him as he licked the top of my pussy, then moved up slowly to my navel. Kissing between each lick, he swirled his tongue over my lower stomach, staring back into my eyes the entire time .
Embarrassment flooded my cheeks as I looked down at the floor. “Did…did I just—”
Briggs chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a squirter.” He rested his chin on my stomach, his hands trailing from my ass up the column of my spine, sending shock waves through me. “I knew you were perfect for me.” His hand roamed lower, ending with a harsh smack on my ass that had me twisting in his hold all over again. “Now that I know you can—are you ready to do it again for me?”
Again? I wasn’t sure I was still alive.
“Briggs, I don’t know if I can.” His brows furrowed as he stood. “I didn’t mean…I still want you. That’s not what I was talking about. I just meant”—I glanced at the floor again—“I don’t know if I can do that again,” I admitted, my mind still trying to understand exactly how that happened. Did everyone do that? Is that what he meant by soaking his face? He was going to drown if he kept trying to do that every time.
“You leave that to me, that is, if you can say what you want from me.”
“I want you to take my virginity,” I blurted before I could allow any nervous thoughts to take over. My brain was still hazy, and I used that to my advantage. “Please, fuck me.”
His brow arched with surprise as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his length along my inner thigh. He was harder than I remembered him being in the theater. Maybe nearly drowning him really was his biggest turn-on .
“What’s wrong?” I asked, noticing his hesitation. The way he wasn’t already inside me was…not what I expected. I expected him to go all feral like he did when he fucked my mouth, as he called it.
A half-smile pinched the side of his cheek with a dimple on it as his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked himself slowly while looking at my mouth, then at my eyes, then moved on to my hair and even my shoulders, ending on my breasts—taking in every inch of me. “Nothing, babe. Absolutely nothing.”
“Are you sure?” I adjusted my fingers as they held onto the straps, barely lifting me to see him better. Something was definitely off with him, but I’d never seen this exact look on his face before. I moved to press my thighs together to ease the ache that was already building back up for him, though his body was blocking that from actually happening in more ways than one.
“Positive.” His roaming eyes ended on my pussy, and all of his restraint seemed to snap, just like when he watched me in the shower. Briggs’ hand wrapped around my thigh as he continued to fist his cock with deliberate strokes before forcing me to open more. He stepped in closer to my center, kicking the bench crudely to the side to give him better access to fuck me as I asked.
The head of his cock brushed against my clit teasingly, gathering my own arousal with his tip and spreading it until I was a writhing mess again. Every sensation was heightened from the orgasm he already gave me, and I found myself grinding the air to coax him inside me.
“Please, Briggs. I need this,” I whispered. “I need you. ”
His jaw clenched, his cock resting against my aching core. “I’ve always needed you,” he replied, then slid his cock down to my entrance and surged into me. I gasped, my mouth hanging open at the immense pain and pressure. “Fuck, I’m addicted to you.”
“I-It’s too much.” My body tensed, a spot in my lower stomach twinging with pain. But he didn’t stop—he pounded into me, grabbing my hips and staring down at where we were connected as he took and took, forcing me to learn to take him as he wanted, making my body his. I dug my fingernails into the straps above me, tears lining the edges of my eyes.
He told me it would hurt. He told me I might bleed. As much pain as I felt, it was already starting to ease as I looked at him lose control.
His hold shifted to my waist, sending pinpricks along my sensitized skin. “Your cunt is sucking me back in like the greedy little slut I knew you’d be for me. You’re almost there, baby. Fuck, you’re doing so good for me.”
“Please, Briggs. It hurts,” I whispered while replaying his praise in my head, allowing it to ease my mind. I loved it when he used those words with me. I liked being called his good girl, but something about being degraded and praised in rotations had my brain firing off all kinds of dirty thoughts. I loved being his slut, and I didn’t give a damn about how demeaning it was because I knew the way he was using it was possessive in nature. Briggs could call me anything he wanted as long as I was his .
He slowed to lean down and suck my nipple into his mouth, his pelvis grinding against my clit. “I told you it would, baby. But you take me so fucking well.”
He bit down and switched to more slow, forceful strokes, watching me cry out in pain as his balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. His hand clawed down my stomach, dipping between us and pinching my clit, making me jerk into him, pushing him further. I rolled my hips in response, my cries of pain turning into moans as he stretched me further. “Yes, baby girl. Just like that.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the pressure started to subside, giving way to a pleasure I’d never felt before. “There’s my Rose. Does it feel good now?”
“Mhmm,” I murmured, my eyes still closed.
“Such a good girl.” He slowed briefly, the sounds of clanking and then the fall of my arms making my eyes jolt back open. “Hold onto me. I need you closer,” he whispered in my ear as he took me into his arms and sat on the bench. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he guided my hips slowly back and forth until the head of his cock brushed my entrance. I angled my hips, dropping back down onto him, feeling every inch invade my walls until our damp skin sealed together again. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, biting and sucking on his skin, making him mine. He groaned and pierced his fingers into the fleshy part of my hips as he rocked my ass back and forth, my body still adjusting to the sheer size of him and the pain of what taking every inch of him felt like as it mixed with a heady rush of pleasure .
It was too much and not enough at the same time, a kaleidoscope of emotions and awareness that had my heart thumping wildly beneath my ribs. Even in our moments of silence, his eyes said so much. He stared at me as I found my pleasure, and I found an odd sort of power in his gaze that couldn’t be matched. It drove my pleasure on, guiding me to the same ledge I’d been on minutes before in the straps.
His breathing turned ragged along my skin as he pressed me closer to him, my nipples rubbing on his chest, getting me closer to where he wanted me. “Oh my god,” I breathed, lolling my head to the side. “Briggs.”
“Tell me, baby.”
“I-I think it’s going to happen again.” I dug my nails into his back, forcing a hiss from his lips.
His thumb moved to my clit in response. “Take what you need, Rose. You’re so fucking beautiful when you take.”
I wriggled impatiently, wanting to feel him deeper, to have him consume me fully, and he seemed to notice. He positioned his hands under my ass and lifted my body, letting me sink back down, inch by glorious inch, as fast or slow as I wanted, while his pelvis angled to hit my clit as I came back down. His nose nuzzled against my ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth, eliciting a deep groan from his chest.
“God, yes, Briggs. Don’t stop.”
“You like that?” His stubble rubbed along my cheek as he continued his assault on my neck and ear. “You feel so incredibly fucking good.” The moment he had the head of his cock at my entrance with the next lift of my body, he surged back into me forcefully, abandoning my slower pace.
“Fuck!” I dragged my nails down his back, gripping him tighter to my chest.
His hand snaked into my hair, freeing it from the band he secured it in and wrapping the strands around his fist. “I’m going to fill your pretty pussy, baby. And then I’m going to pump it all back into you, and I don’t give two fucks if you’re actually on the pill or not.”
“Briggs,” I murmured, unsure if I was going to protest his desires or if I was going to admit how insane it was that his words turned me on even more—if that was possible.
He guided my body to his will. “You like the idea, don’t you?” His thrusts turned sloppy and gruff, those wet sounds building between us as my legs began to tremble. “Fuck, you do. You’re about to squirt all fucking over me again.” He was ruthless, fucking me as hard as he could with the narrow bench as his only support. “You’re so tight, I don’t know how much of my cum you can take, but I’ll make it happen.”
“Briggs!” I screamed his name as the sounds became lewd and sloppy, the dampness between us more than just the sweat that was building with our movements as I lost control. His cock pulsed inside me, but he didn’t relent. He laid me back on the bench and kept pounding into my sore pussy, taking everything from me as he filled me over and over.
“Fucking incredible,” he praised in my ear, kissing down the side of my neck. “You’re mine, Rose. All. Mine. ”
He finally came to a stop and pulled out, making me wince at the emptiness, and then I felt his fingers at my entrance. “I’m buying you a plug,” he said as he pushed his fingers into me, toying with my walls, allowing nothing to leave me.
I threw my forearm over my face. “Briggs,” I started, taking a deep breath to still my heart. “I’m on the pill. I told you this. You can’t just decide to knock me up if you want to keep me.”
“Can’t I?” he replied all too quickly, making me laugh weakly, trying to take it as a joke.
“Pushing your cum back into me does nothing.”
He paused, then lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Believe what you want, Rose. Your sweet cunt seems to love the idea, regardless.”
Heat flushed on my cheeks at the reminder of what his words did to me, what they brought me to. I was pretty sure he could pull an orgasm from me with just his words alone, but getting turned on at the notion of him impregnating me was…not expected. I guess I didn’t really have myself pegged for bondage and degradation, either.
But here we were.
“Open those pretty lips.” I felt his tongue at my entrance, and I squirmed along the bench. Before I could ask what he was doing, he was above me. My mouth parted on a gasp at the sight of him. He was stunning—truly, a work of art all on his own. I looked up into his green eyes as he hovered above me and opened his mouth, dropping a stream of spit and cum past my parted lips. “Swallow us, baby girl. ”
I did as he ordered, the taste of us combined sliding down my throat. My body heated back up as his cock nudged against my thigh. He smirked down at me, then kissed me like I was giving him life, our tongues colliding like they belonged together and weren’t supposed to ever be apart. When he pulled back, he was breathless, and his cock was stiff against my center. Without warning, he slid back into me with less resistance than before but enough to take my breath away.
“Again?”
“And again. I’m not stopping tonight anytime soon.” He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently as he continued to push inside me, taking his time. “You’ll get used to taking my cock, I promise, Rose.”
“I’m not complaining.” I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.
“Not yet. Wait until your too sore to walk, and I still bend you over and fuck you senseless.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me again.”