Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Now,” I managed with a grunt.
Livia’s eyes widened, and she hesitated only a second before she pulled the toy off me.
I groaned at the loss of sensation, my body protesting in a violent tremble. Cold rushed over me like I’d just opened the door of an industrial freezer, and I winced against the pain.
“Mmm, naughty boy,” Livia teased, but she soothed the bit of pain still lingering with a slow stroke of her hand over my shaft. “Did you fuck your hand every day like I told you to?”
“Multiple times.”
“Tell me what’s making you lose control.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
Was she serious?
I waved a hand over her, eyebrows lifting. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Words, Rook,” she purred, and the way her lips curled, I knew she already understood what I wasn’t saying, but she delighted in hearing it.
“You’re fucking sexy, Liv,” I rasped, wetting my lips and shaking my head. “Your body, your mind, just… everything about you. And you’re on your knees for me, fucking me with a toy. How am I supposed to keep it together?”
The corner of her lips tilted, and she lubed up her hand again before slicking it over me. I didn’t know if it felt good or hurt this time, my cock sensitive yet aching.
“With patience and practice,” she answered simply. “Now, we’re going to go again, and I want you to do the same thing. When you feel like you’re about to come, tell me.”
“Why do I feel like I’m going to fail this lesson?”
“There’s no pass or fail. It’s just learning, okay?” A softness washed over her when she noted my uncertainty. “Listen, take a deep breath…” She waited until I did so before she continued. “Let go of whatever pressure you’re feeling to do anything, okay? I’m not expecting anything of you right now other than to tell me when it feels like you’re going to come. And I think you can do that, can’t you?”
I nodded, heart racing a little less with her permission to relax.
“Good. Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?”
Livia stroked me with her hand a couple times before she lined the toy up again, and this time when she sank it down, I felt just marginally more in control.
I sighed, letting my head fall back against the couch.
“Does it feel good?” Livia asked.
“Fuck yes,” I breathed. “Feels so fucking good.”
“That’s it. Imagine it’s a woman you’re sinking into right now, and she’s feeling that same anxiety you are. What would you say to her? How would you let her know she can relax?”
It was nearly impossible to hold onto my title of student with how good it felt for her to fuck me with that toy, but I did my best to fight through the fog and deliver. “Goddamn, baby. You feel so good. Better than I imagined. Like you’re meant for me.”
I pulled my head up to see Livia’s face, and she met me with a tilt of her head side to side. “The first part was good. The last part…”
“Too much?”
“A little. You don’t have anything to prove. You don’t need to be poetic. Just be honest.”
She picked up her pace a little, her hand moving the toy up and down my shaft as it sucked and teased me.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, flexing into it. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good. I love when you ride me like this.”
“Yes,” she praised. “Good.”
The pace quickened again.
And it was too much.
“I’m going to—”
Livia pulled the toy off me before I could finish the sentence, my orgasm tingling up every nerve along my spine. But as soon as she removed the toy, it washed away, and my nerve endings were on fire as if I was coming, but I wasn’t.
I shook and cursed and gripped the couch cushion beneath me, and Livia soothed me with her palm against the inside of my knee.
“Good. I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well.”
“This is fucking torture.”
“Is it?”
Instantly, I shook my head. “No. Yes. I don’t fucking know. It feels like it should be, but it also feels…”
“Incredible?”
I nodded, wincing as the strange pleasure completely washed away and left me aching again. “Like blue balls mixed with the world’s best orgasm.”
Livia chuckled, the sound low and raspy in her throat. “It’s called edging, Rook.”
The moment she wrapped her hand around my shaft, I moaned, flexing into her hand with a desperation I was unable to control. I wanted to come so bad it was all I could think about.
“Believe it or not, this will actually make it even better when I finally do let you come,” she said, stroking me softly. Her hand was loose around me, gliding over every sensitive inch without giving me the pressure I ached for. “But right now, I want you to resist.”
I whimpered.
I fucking whimpered like a weak little boy because that was the absolute last thing I wanted to do right now.