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)
“Imagine you’re with the woman of your dreams.”
Okay, so… picture you?
I bit down the words.
“And let’s just say it takes her a while to warm up. Maybe she’s shy. Maybe she’s worried about how she looks.”
“Why in the — fuuuck,” I groaned when Livia tightened her grip slightly, just enough to have that orgasm toying at the edges of my grasp again. I was panting my next words. “Why would she worry about that?”
“Are you kidding? So many women worry about that. Maybe it’s because of a toxic ex or watching porn or reading magazines or hearing godawful sex advice from their mothers. Believe me, there is ample messaging about how women need to please men, and that sex is not about their own pleasure. So, yeah — a lot of women will be self-conscious. They’ll worry if they look fat when they’re riding you.”
“Stop.”
“Or if their tits are bouncing in the perfect pornographic way.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“Or if they’re making the right face to make you come.”
At that, I stopped where her hand was stroking me — much to my cock’s chagrin. “You’re being for real right now?”
“Do I look like I’d waste lesson time with anything not real?” Livia began stroking me again, and I sank farther into the couch cushions, my body on fire. “The truth is the majority of women you bring home are going to need your time and attention and encouragement to come. And you need to not come until you get her there. So,” she said, placing the Fleshlight over my crown again. “Let’s practice holding off.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, but it was cut short with a moan ripping from my throat when Livia slid the toy over me.
She moaned when she sank it down. “Oh, yes, Carter. God. You’re so big.”
“Coming—”
I muttered the word, and Livia laughed as she pulled the toy off, and I fought through another strangely pleasurable, torturous withdrawal.
“Rude,” I said, but it was with a smile of my own, because it was kind of funny.
“I’m sorry,” she said around her laughter. “I just — that was fucking hilarious.”
“I guess I do have a praise kink.”
“I think you have more kinks than you even know exist, Rook.” Livia slid the toy back onto me and I shuddered at the overwhelming sensation. “Now, focus. Do what you have to do to last. Think about something else — running drills or losing a playoff game or whatever works. If you can’t distract your mind, then zero in on your goal. Imagine you’re in a game and you have to score — or the team loses. Resist with everything you have. Last for her,” she said, and then she squeezed my knee as she flexed the toy down farther. “Last for me.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, loving those words from her lips enough to tell her I was about to fucking come again, but I did what she said and fought against it.
I tried to think about whatever I could to distract me from how good the toy felt. I thought about sand crabs and raccoons, about cooking and paddle boarding, about calm morning waves at the beach and the soft chirping of birds in the evening. I even tried using Livia’s example of imagining the loss of a game, the shuffle of skates back into the locker room, heads hanging low.
But none of it worked.
Because Livia was fucking me with the Fleshlight, the ribbed gel of it hugging my cock perfectly as the little machine sucked and pulled. And she wasn’t just silently fucking me, either. She was moaning, panting, whimpering, making all the sweet little sounds I imagined she’d make if I was fucking her.
“Oh, Carter. Yes. Just like that. Oh, it feels so good. I love when you fuck me like this. Yes. Harder. Faster. Fuck me deeper.”
“Christ, Liv,” I cursed, gritting my teeth against my climax.
When she started pumping faster, granting my silent wish, I knew I was screwed.
Switch gears, you idiot.
Don’t fucking come.
Game time. Imagine it’s game time.
Livia continued on with her moans and words of encouragement, but I did my best to ignore them. I kept pumping up into the toy but imagined I was on the ice, instead. I channeled that energy I felt when I was exhausted, when it was overtime and the next person who scored won the whole fucking game. I imagined it was all up to me, that my one job was to contain my climax.
It was the first time my body listened.
I found an almost Zen-like state of being, like Livia was muted under water. I felt what she was doing to me, but I willed my mind to focus on what I was doing. Every bit of my control went to holding back, to lasting just a little bit longer.
“God, yes, Carter, I’m coming. I’m coming!”