Ruckus (Sinners of Saint #2)(62)

Fuck. I was going to put a ring on her finger, and it was probably going to weigh as much as she did, if not more. It wasn't just this whole, crazy week talking. She was humoring me. Every part of me. Even the dark shit no one wanted anything to do with.

"In the shower," I repeated, my voice solemn, walking over and swatting her ass. Nothing too bad. Yet. "For every minute you keep me waiting, I'll deny you another orgasm."

Girl practically jogged her way there, breaking some cystic fibrosis-related records, I'm sure.

She stripped out of her dress, shoes, and panties. Baby blue, lace and satin, and I was tempted to shove them into my pocket, but I reminded myself that if I was going to have my way, Rosie would soon have her whole fucking wardrobe in my closet and I wouldn't need it. Still, I would probably take a few of her panties with me to work. Just to get me through the day. 

I turned on the faucet-the water was ice-cold-and nodded for her to get in while I was still fully dressed. She eyed me suspiciously, and even though she was completely naked, she didn't try to hide her body. Not that she had a reason to. Rosie LeBlanc was a piece of art if I ever saw one.

"I'm sick," she said.

"You're going to be fine," I assured. I wasn't a fucking doctor, but I loved guiding her out of her comfort zone-enjoyed her reaction when she realized that for me, she wasn't a wilting flower. She was a strong tree with a great trunk. Pun intended, obviously.

"What about you?" she asked.

"What about me?"

"Will you join me?"

"If you ask nicely."

She chuckled, folding her arms over her bare chest. It was the first time I saw her tits, but it took me a few seconds to realize it, because in my mind, she was always naked. Funny how the human brain works.

"Please, will you join me in the shower?" she asked through an eye roll.

"I'm sorry, is that your version of nice?" I unzipped my dress pants and took out my cock. I was completely hard, my dick jerking in my hand, its head pointing at her angrily. Her eyes widened as she took a good look at it for the very first time.

Watching her reaction closely, drinking every single movement she'd made, every blink, every twitch, I waited. She took a second to regroup before she ate the space between us, and a glimpse of that Rosie from New York shone through the girl standing in front of me. When we were flush against each other, she took hold of my cock and stared me in the eye, defying me. The water was still running in the background.

"Ask nicely," I repeated. "And I'll join you. Ask nicer-and I will even turn the hot water on."

She dropped to her knees, dug her fingers into the back of my thigh, and wrapped her other hand around my shaft. Her hand was tiny, and my cock was big, so her fingers didn't even touch as she held me. And yes, of course, it was a turn-on. She swirled the tip of her tongue around my head unhurriedly-it looked as heated as she had felt-before taking some of me in, licking me like I was a fucking lollipop. I loved her version of sucking cock. It was so different than my usual one-night stands, who Hoovered the fuck out of my dick like they were trying to pull it off of my body. No. Rosie teased me. Enjoyed me. She licked until I held her hair to keep her head in place and started driving into her mouth, fucking it as I groaned.

I was going to come, and this was out of the fucking question. Not like this. Not right then.

"Fuck, baby," I said, picking her up to her feet and backing her into the shower. I caged her into the golden tiles, turning on the hot water. The water lashed at us. It was angry, too. I was still wearing my shoes, dress pants, and shirt, but I didn't give a damn. My mouth closed in on hers, and we both collided and exploded like two lonely stars somewhere in the dark atmosphere.

"Was that nice enough?" She was still fighting a cough from when I buried my dick inside her mouth. The sound of her gurgling alone was liable to tip me off the edge and make me shoot my load.

"No. Not nice. Perfect. Like you."

I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I drove into her so hard and unexpectedly, she cried out and not from pleasure.

I fucked her frantically, knowing that the water was still not hot enough and that I needed to keep her warm. She screamed and clutched me, and we both wobbled backwards from the impact, me still holding her by the ass. I laid her on the floor and pinned her arms above her head, holding her by her wrists.

"What the fuck is eating at you, Rosie? Why are you sad?" I demanded as I pounded into her so desperately, I felt her thighs moving away from me. Like the friction was too much. Rosie was going to feel me, all of me, long after tonight.