Chapter Sixteen #3
It was so much better than that fucking Fleshlight she’d tried to prepare me with — as if anything could compare to how she would actually feel.
She was so perfectly tight around me, so hot and wet and my cock was so deep, my ass so full.
Combined with the view of watching her ride me, it was incomparable.
Livia Young was elite in every way, and I’d been ruined from the first sight of her.
“Fuck me, Carter,” she rasped. “I need you to help me. Fuck me while I ride you.”
I bucked up to meet her, matching her pace, and then my fingers were curling into the skin at her hips again as I did everything I could to hold on.
Her tits bounced wildly. Her legs shook.
Her head dropped back, and her hands moved to palm her breasts, to pluck at her nipples and drive her to the edge.
Somehow, I fought through my own want and moved my hand back to her clit, applying the pressure I knew she needed.
She rewarded me with a whimpering moan, and then she was seeking that touch, her body giving out as she rocked instead of bouncing.
She started rubbing her clit against my hand, and it was up to me to keep pace now.
I fucked her like it was my only shot. I fucked her like she was the only championship in the world worth winning, like I’d spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this exact moment.
And then I felt it.
Her breath caught, and she came.
Her moans grew louder and louder, her body movements erratic as I fucked her and rubbed her clit and helped her chase that high.
“Fuck, Liv, I can feel it. I feel you squeezing me.” I panted out the words, and with them, it was like I’d woken up my cock to realize what was happening.
My orgasm swarmed me like an unstoppable tidal wave.
“Liv, I can’t. I have to come. Please, please, let me come.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, yes.”
I didn’t know if those affirmations were because she was enjoying herself or if they were permission for me, but I hoped for the latter, because I’d reached my absolute limit.
I let go.
And I surrendered to the fiercest orgasm of my life.
The sounds that ripped from my throat were foreign and unhinged, and Livia took over, riding me as I spilled inside her. I gripped her tight, alternating between my eyes squeezing shut to soak it all in and flying open to take in the sight of her smiling as she pumped me.
It was fire and ice, the two battling for dominance and completely searing every nerve as I tried to fuck her deeper, harder, more. More. I needed more.
And when the last of my climax receded, I was completely fucking wrecked.
I collapsed into the bed, hands falling away from Livia and slapping into the sheets, knees flaying open. I was breathing like I’d done a fucking Ironman.
“Christ in the penalty box, Liv,” I panted.
The sweet little giggle she let out when she carefully climbed off me and rolled over to lie next to me was so cute, so perfect I wanted to save it as my ringtone.
“Very nice, Rook,” she said, rolling until she had her head propped on one hand and the other trailing over my chest. “A plus.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “The dirty talk was a very pleasant surprise.”
“I learn from the best.”
“That you do.” She smiled slyly. “Now roll over so I can get this plug out of your ass.”
I laughed, doing as she said. She worked through the breath with me, and though I was ultra-sensitive now, there wasn’t any pain with the removal.
Livia got up from the bed long enough to clean the toy and put it in a basket in the corner of the room that, until now, I hadn’t realized was even there.
“For used toys, I presume?” I asked.
She nodded, pulling two hot towels from a warming cabinet before crawling back into bed with me. “Everything is meticulously cleaned, sometimes just outright replaced. The Manor is known for safety and luxury, after all.”
I let out a long groan of a sigh when she covered me with the hot towel. She laid down next to me and let out a sigh of her own when she pressed the other between her legs.
For a while, we just lay there, smiling and sighing and cleaning ourselves. Then, before I thought better to stop myself, I rolled over toward her and slid my hand behind her neck, pulling her lips to mine.
“Thank you, Liv,” I breathed, and then I kissed her again. I didn’t care if I didn’t ask for permission, and maybe it was still granted under this roof because she let me do it. She may have even kissed me back a little. “Thank you.”
“For an orgasm?” she teased.
“For tonight. For making me feel safe. For…” I swallowed. “For understanding.”
I pulled back so I could look into her eyes when I said it, and the sincerity in my heart was reflected in her gaze.
Until suddenly, panic slid in to take its place.
I saw it the moment it crept in, saw how her brows pinched together, and her lips parted slightly.
I’d crossed a line. I knew I had. She didn’t want to get too much into feels, into emotions.
So quickly, I recovered, flopping back into the bed with a happy sigh before she could latch onto it and question me.
And then I laughed.
I laughed a real, deep, baritone laugh that shook the whole bed.
“What?” she asked, leaning up on her elbow. “Oh, my God, what? Are you having a mental breakdown?”
“No,” I said through the laughter. “No, no, it’s just… my first time inside a pussy, and there’s still ass play involved.”
I arched a brow at her with a grin as wide as my face, and Livia closed her eyes before submitting to a laugh I knew she couldn’t fight off.
“Maybe the universe is speaking, Rook,” she said.
“Well,” I grinned, propping my hands behind my head, “consider this my official notice that I’m listening.”
We cleaned up, dressed, bid adieu to our hosts, and rode back to Livia’s condo in comfortable silence, but my mind was anything but quiet.
Every step of the night replayed in vivid detail as I drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console, begging me to reach over and slide it over her leg.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d looked at me when I got it right, the way she looked when I brought her release, the way I felt both stripped bare and stronger than I’d ever been.
I didn’t know how the hell I was supposed to go back to just being her student.
Her friend.
Not when she’d given me this.
Not when every cell in my body was already leaning toward her, begging for more.
I’d had a taste of her, and instead of it making me feel confident to chase other women, it only made me desperate to chase her.
Which was a real fucking problem, since she’d made it more than clear that she didn’t want to be chased.
I dropped her off with a kiss on her cheek, hanging onto the little smile she gave me like a lifeline when she disappeared inside the high-rise building.
And I knew it. No questions asked.
I was well and truly fucked.