Chapter Sixteen #2
“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.
“Yes, my filthy little plaything. Just like that. Open up for me.”
She squeezed my cock and pumped me with that praise, making me moan and flex and reach.
“You’re ready,” she assured me, though I wasn’t sure I shared her confidence. “Breathe.”
I sipped in air.
I held it for a long breath.
Then I did my best to relax, to let every drop of air out as I sent that message to my lower half.
And Livia worked the plug inside me.
There was so much lube, I was surprised how easily it popped in. There was one slight moment of discomfort when the largest part of it passed the rim, but as soon as it was in, the pain was gone, and in its place was just an unfamiliar and exciting feeling of fullness.
“Fuck, Carter,” Livia breathed. “This is so hot, seeing you plugged for me.”
She moved the plug then, tilting it until the smooth metal pushed against my prostate.
And I let out a moan so loud I wasn’t sure it belonged to me.
“Oh, yes,” Livia praised. I looked over my shoulder at her and nearly died at the satisfied curl of her lips, of how hungry her eyes were where they watched what she was doing to me. “You love it, don’t you?”
“I… I don’t know.”
She pressed the toy down again, this time moving it side to side a bit as her other hand worked my cock in three long, smooth strokes.
I cried out, flexing into her hand, my legs trembling. It felt so fucking good.
“Yes,” I amended. “I like it. I like it.”
“That’s right. You like when I plug your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You like when I stroke your thick, heavy cock and play with your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cursed the word, holding back against every instinct in me that wanted to just let go and come.
“You’ll let me peg you one day,” she promised. “You’ll beg for it. But tonight, you want to be inside me for the first time, don’t you? You want me to ride your cock with this plug in your ass, don’t you?”
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes.”
Livia released my cock, and my body trembled violently at the loss.
It was like the edging lesson all over again as she helped me stand, guiding me carefully over to the bed.
Every step with the plug had it rubbing against my prostate, and I didn’t know whether to moan and give in, or cry from how hard it was to resist chasing that friction.
“On your back, Rook.”
I did as she said, lying down on the black sheets.
“Play with yourself while I undress for you.”
Instantly, my hand was on my cock, and I shivered with relief at the first pump.
Livia smiled as she watched me, her fingers deftly removing all the lace and nylon covering her body.
I watched each piece come off and slide to the floor like I was hypnotized.
It was so sensual, how the fabric revealed her in a way I’d never witnessed before, how the lace pattern disappeared and left only smooth, inviting skin behind.
The fire set her silhouette in a glow, her hair in long braids tonight that fell over her shoulders and shielded her breasts once she’d uncovered them. When she bent to take her garters off, I couldn’t help it. I moaned and fucked my hand faster.
“I could watch you forever and it wouldn’t be long enough,” I breathed.
Livia paused, her eyes finding mine in the low light. I would have sworn I saw something of a shy dip of her chin, but this was Livia fucking Young we were talking about. As soon as I thought I saw it, the moment was gone, and she climbed onto the bed.
Onto me.
“I’d rather you taste me, instead.”
She straddled my face then, and when I went to grab her hips, she swatted my hand away.
“Touch your cock. Taste my pussy.”
Fuck.
Every dirty command had me closer to the edge, and when she sat her cunt on my mouth, I groaned, tongue darting out to taste her as soon as I could. I followed her lead, licking and sucking while she set the pace.
And when she was ready, when she was panting and moaning, she moved my hand away from my cock and started sliding down my body until she was sitting in my lap.
“Make me come, Carter,” she said, her lids hooded as her eyes fastened to mine. She reached down and grabbed my wet cock, sliding it between her pussy lips and making me arch off the bed in a cry of ecstasy. “Don’t let me down. Show me you can do it. Show me how well you listen.”
Then she pressed up onto her knees, wedged the head of my cock into her pussy, and sank all the way down.
“Fuuuuck.”
The word dragged out of me like a smoker’s rasp, all the air deprived of my lungs by the way it felt to have her take me inside. I felt every slick, tight press of her walls, felt her hug me like a glove, like she was made for me, like we were made for this.
And when she moaned with me before pressing up and sliding back down again, I had to clamp my hands onto her hips.
“I can’t,” I breathed, shaking my head. Already, my nerves were firing to life. The plug moved inside me every time she lifted and sat again, and the combination of that and the feel of her was too fucking much. “I can’t.”
“You can,” she assured me, and she covered my hands with her own before lifting and lowering again.
“Liv, it feels too fucking good.”
“I know. I feel it, too.”
She panted the words, which did nothing to help my cresting orgasm.
I was making her feel good.
Nothing made me want to come more than that.
“Focus on me,” she managed, her breaths heavy. “Play with me. Worship me. Don’t think about anything but me. Get. Me. There,” she said, bouncing on me with the words. “And then you can come, too.”
“Fuck,” I cursed again, but this time, I blew out a breath and did everything I could to follow her command.
Game time.
It’s game time, motherfucker.
Like I did before an overtime period, I closed my eyes and found my Zen. I soothed my breathing. I slowed my heart. It was like mentally sinking myself to the bottom of a pool, breath held and body calming.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Livia — breasts swollen and heaving, lips parted and wet, brows pinched together in pleasure as she pressed her hands to my chest and started to ride me in slow, methodical waves.
Please her.
Give her what she needs, what she deserves.
Give her what she’s given you.
Determination slid into my veins, and just like that, I was locked in.
I ran my hands up her body, one palming her breast and playing with her nipple just the way I knew she liked while the other climbed higher still.
I hooked it behind her neck, pulling her down until she was riding just above me, our foreheads together, breaths hot and labored in the space between us.
“You look so fucking pretty riding my cock,” I breathed, planting a bruising kiss against her lips as she moaned and bucked her hips. “Hugging me so tight, letting me watch these perfect fucking tits bounce.”
I earned another moan, and it spurred me on, my body momentarily letting me focus on getting those little noises out of her rather than seeking my own pleasure. I tried to remember everything she’d taught me.
Make her feel safe.
Make her feel wanted, desired.
Let her know how bad I want her.
“Good,” Livia managed. “That’s… that’s really good, Rook.”
“Don’t call me Rook. Not right now. Not when I’m buried deep inside you and you’re begging to come.”
“Fuck.” It was a little whimper of breath out of her, like I’d surprised her, and that only fueled me on.
“So long, I’ve wanted to fuck you. So long, I’ve waited and pined for you. And now look at you. Riding me. Letting me fill you up. You love it, too, don’t you? You love taking my thick cock inside that tight pussy of yours.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, I love it. I love it.”
I moved the hand I had around the back of her neck down between us, seeking out her clit and pressing three finger pads to it before I began to circle.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried out, pushing back until she was seated on me again. She stared down at me with heavy, seeking eyes.
And my body burned to life again.