Chapter Nine
It’s Called Edging, Rook
Carter
It took all of sixty seconds for Livia to have me sitting wide legged and butt ass naked on my couch.
Unsurprisingly, I was hard as fucking granite as she slowly dripped lube into her hand, her kohl-lined eyes sparking with excitement.
She was naked, too — and the lines and curves of her body played together in the low lighting of my house in a way that made her like a moving piece of art.
I was greedy with my perusal of her, letting my eyes linger on her plump lips, the slope of her neck, the subtle swells of her breasts, the lean dip of muscle that ran between her rib cage all the way down to the top of her belly button.
I hummed in my throat as my sight dipped lower, to her perfect cunt, my mind racing with the memory of feeling her walls squeeze around my fingers, of hearing her moan when I made her come.
“Someone’s excited,” Livia teased, rolling her hands together to coat her palms with the lube.
“I’d be more excited if you were about to sit that sweet pussy in my lap.”
“Mmm, nice line,” she said, her lips curling. “But like I said… you’ve got to earn that privilege, just like you earned the right to taste me.”
“Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”
“We’ll see about that.” She smiled wider with the words, and then she slid off the edge of the couch and onto her knees between my legs.
“Fuck, Liv…” My voice was low and husky, the sight nearly breaking me. My cock jumped at just the thought of her touching me with this as my view.
“Tonight, we’re going to get you that control you were lacking in our first lesson,” she said, slipping right into teacher mode as she smoothed her hands together. Then, she reached forward, one hand wrapping around my shaft as the other cupped my balls.
I saw stars and planets and a whole goddamn universe when she did.
“Fuck,” I cursed again, letting my head fall back.
Livia squeezed hard enough to make my head jerk right back up.
It was just on the edge of pain, and I hissed before she loosened her grip and slid her hand up and over my tip before slicking it back down. Her other hand rolled my balls softly, and when she repeated the motion altogether, I knew I was seconds away from coming.
She must have known it, too, because she instantly pulled her hands away.
“Sorry,” I grunted, pinching the bridge of my nose as I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. “I just… it feels so fucking good.”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” she said, her fingertips resting on my knees.
She squeezed gently until I looked down at her.
“This is what the lesson is for. Honestly, I find it very arousing that you want me so badly, that just me touching you like that has you so affected. But…” she continued, tilting her head.
“If you come within two seconds of fucking a woman, she’s going to leave unsatisfied — and probably never grace your doorstep again. ”
I nodded. “I know, I know. I’m such a fucking—”
“Don’t finish that sentence.”
The words clipped out of her with more menace, her expression serious. She pressed up onto her knees enough to dig her fingernails into my chin as she grabbed it and forced me to look at her.
“I am the only one who gets to punish or reward you, understand?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good.” She released my chin like I’d disgusted her, and for some reason, that made my cock jump again.
I had no idea why I fucking loved that, why I instantly reacted to the glimpses of humiliation she gave me, but I chose not to question it as she lowered back down to her knees…
And reached for the toy she’d brought.
The Fleshlight was large in her delicate hands, and she twisted it one way and then the other as she assessed it with a smile.
Her eyes found mine with that wicked grin still in place. “Ready?”
“I hope so.”
A warm chuckle left her lips, and then she lined the toy up with the tip of my cock, pressed a button that made the thing start humming softly, and slowly slid it down.
I groaned at the first sensation of it hugging my cock. Livia worked slowly, covering just my tip before she removed it and then worked it down another inch. She kept that pace until it covered me completely, until the ribbed toy was hugging and sucking my cock in a way I’d never experienced.
When I’d fucked Zina’s ass as a rookie, it had been in a room with my teammates and I’d lasted all of six seconds. I didn’t have enough time to even think about what it felt like to be inside her before I was busting — a fact she was quick to poke fun of, which did nothing for my confidence.
But this…
The toy hugged me like a glove, the ribbing testing my ability to hold myself together as the rhythmic pulsing teased and tempted me. I moaned when Livia slowly slid it off me and then lowered it all the way back down.
And I knew it was the sight of her that would do me in — the way she was balanced on her knees, her lips parted, eyes on my cock as she used the toy to fuck me.
“This is a special kind of Fleshlight,” she said, slowly pulling it off me and lowering it again. “It’s a stamina-training stroker.”
I could barely focus on a fucking word she was saying. My orgasm was cresting as I watched Livia, as I watched my cock disappear inside the toy and then reappear again.
“So, here’s your assignment. When you feel like you’re about to come, you’re going to tell me.”
“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.