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)
“I am. I’m so lucky.”
What the actual fuck was happening?
She was right. Every word she said to me should have stung, but it lit me up, instead. Because I knew it was for her pleasure — and for mine.
“See that bench?” she asked, nodding toward where she’d just been seated. “Bend over it. Hands on the cushion. Spread your legs.”
That had my eyes shooting open. “Uh…”
When Livia arched a brow in warning, I did my best to surrender and do as she told — but my heart was racing again, every nerve in my body on high alert.
I got in position — bent over, hands on the bench — and Livia took her time walking over to stand behind me. She smoothed a hand over my back with an appreciative moan.
“You do look so pretty like this.”
Her heel tapped the inside of each of my ankles.
“Wider, Rook. Open for me. Let me see you.”
I swallowed, doing as she said as my cock began to drip. I was so fucking turned on it almost hurt.
Livia hummed with approval again, and then her hands were on me, massaging my lower back, my ass, my thighs. Every touch was sensual and slow, purposeful. She was edging me, her hands coming so close to my balls that I felt the gentle brush of a knuckle or nail, but then she’d move away innocently.
“Fuck, Liv. I want you to touch me.”
“Of course you do. But I get to have my way with you first.”
She took away her touch completely then, and I groaned at the loss as I watched her cross to the wall of toys. She trailed her nail along the glass before carefully selecting something and making her way back to where I was bent over with a knowing smile.
An anal plug.
Fuck.
I expected to be scared. If I were afraid of judgment from her or from the guys or from anyone else, I would have stood immediately and shook my head. I would have thrown my hands up and said, “Absolutely not. High stick.”
But there were no judges here.
I was safe to explore my desires, and if I was being honest with myself…
I was curious.
I wanted to play.
“Mmm… someone’s excited,” she mused, holding the plug up for me to see more clearly. It wasn’t intimidating, just a small, shiny, silver plug. “Do you know what this is?”
I nodded.
Livia traced my spine with the cool metal, dragging it over one ass cheek and up the next before she stood next to me, so I had no choice but to look up at her.
“I’m going to use this on you. I’m going to plug your ass, Carter, and then I’m going to ride your cock and you’re going to fuck me until I come. You will not come first. You will be a good boy and use restraint until I finish first. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I panted.
Fuck, she was going to let me inside her.
How the bloody hell was I going to last?
Livia bent down to smile right in my line of vision. “Such a good boy.”
She circled me then, pausing at a table with different types of lubes until she found the one she wanted. She squirted it into her hands, covered the toy, and then walked out of my vision to stand behind me.
My pulse kicked up a notch, breath stuttering in my chest.
“You can’t wait to be inside me, can you?” she mused, and the first touch I felt was soft, a tentative walk of her fingers around my hip. “Are you going to last for me when I finally let you?”
“Yes,” I promised. I hoped I could keep that fucking promise when the time came.
Livia wrapped her hand around my cock, moaning when her lube-covered hand swathed me from tip to base and back up. I flexed into the touch, already tingling, already so keyed up I could come just like this.
“My big, thick boy,” she praised, the words soothing the sting of her previous statements. “Dripping for me.”
I moaned, and that’s when I felt the cool metal slide between my cheeks.
It was impossible not to freeze up, not to tense as she toyed with my entrance. She teased and played, skating around the hole before she’d press against it with just enough pressure to have me gasping, but not enough to enter.
“You’re going to need to breathe, Rook,” she coached. “Big inhale in for me, and then let it out slowly, and when you do, I want you to push out.”
She didn’t have to tell me what she meant for me to understand. If I didn’t breathe, if I didn’t relax, this wasn’t going to feel good.
I nodded, doing as she said and taking a deep inhale. I let it out slowly, pushing as I did, and she pressed the plug against my entrance with a moan of encouragement.