It’s Called Edging, Rook #3
I shook my head against the noise, eyes squeezed shut, cock begging me for release, but I refused. I held on and rode out every tantalizing pump of the toy.
And then Livia slowed, her breaths evening out, and when I chanced peeling one eye open and then the next, I was met with a satisfied smirk of her lips.
“Such a good fucking boy,” she praised. “You may come.”
“Oh, thank fuck.”
I panted the words, and then I released the restraint I’d been clinging to, but I didn’t relax. I couldn’t fucking relax. Every nerve inside me was strung tight, and the second Livia started pumping me again, I felt my orgasm rush to the surface.
And it wasn’t like a normal climax. It wasn’t slow and easy and familiar.
It was like a tsunami taking out an entire fucking city.
I barely had time to register that it was happening before my orgasm crashed into me like a wall of water, knocking my breath from my chest as it took me down.
I thought I moaned, or maybe cried out, or maybe sucked in my last breath and stayed completely silent — I couldn’t be sure.
I just gripped the couch tight and held on for dear life.
“You’re still fighting it,” Livia soothed. “Let go. Come for me, Rook.”
I panted, gripping tighter, thighs spreading, ass clenching as I reached and reached and—
“Oh, God! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck.” I cried out as my climax finally took me, and it was like having ten orgasms at once.
The pleasure was indescribable, like witnessing a miracle or achieving a lifelong dream.
It wasn’t just surface level. It was bone deep, soul deep, and it whipped through me like a beautiful, punishing wind.
Every muscle was painfully tight until the second I came, and then I was spasming, panting, screaming, succumbing. It was heaven. It was euphoria. It was fucking deliverance.
I couldn’t be sure how long I came for. It felt like hours, but it might have only been moments. Either way, I collapsed on the other side of it, bones going limp and muscles melting into the couch. I was suddenly so tired, I felt like I could fall asleep right then and there.
“That was so sexy,” Livia praised, slowly working the toy off me.
I hissed and convulsed a little when she slid it over my tip, and then we both moaned at the sight of my cum dripping out of the toy and all over me.
“Look at you. You filled me up.”
“Liv,” I panted her name, because fuck, that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. I wanted to fill her up. I wanted it to be her I got to fuck next time.
“You did so well. But… we aren’t done yet.”
My eyes shot open. “We’re not?”
She shook her head, fingers crawling up my thigh until she was wrapping her hand around my softening cock. I didn’t know whether to cry or moan at the sensation, but the sight of her playing with my cum had me leaning toward the latter.
“For learning purposes, let’s pretend you didn’t last. Let’s pretend you came before she did, but she’s still turned on and ready to go. What would you do?”
I held up my index and middle finger, wiggling them in the same motion that had made her come earlier.
She shook her head. “No, no.”
I made a peace sign and wiggled my tongue between them next.
Livia sucked her teeth. “Come on, now. You will have already done that. If your line was playing in the third period and you were down by one, you wouldn’t ask coach to bench you, would you? You wouldn’t leave it to someone else to finish the job, would you?”
“Liv,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t. I literally cannot—”
“Yes, you can,” she assured me.
And she squeezed her hand around me, just the right kind of pressure, and started pumping.
“Please,” I begged.
“If you want me to stop, you know the words to say.”
She was asking me to use the safe words if I wanted out, and God, I was tempted. I was fucking spent.
But I was also insatiable when it came to this woman, and watching her play with my cum on her knees had my cock hardening again of its own free will.
Livia smirked at the sight. “That’s it. Get hard for me again, baby. Get me off.”
I groaned, head falling back as she worked me until I was hard as stone. Then, she slid the toy back on.
It was actually easier this time, that restraint I had to hold onto. My body wasn’t wound as tight. I wasn’t quite as desperate. But it was still work as she increased the pace, as she moaned and teased and drew it out until she knew I was actively fighting against coming.
When she said the word and allowed me my second orgasm, I sounded more like I was in pain than in ecstasy. The climax ripped through me swift and sweet, like a little exclamation point on the night.
And then I really did melt into the couch.
“I can’t move,” I mumbled like I was drunk. “I’ll never move again. I live here now.”
Livia just chuckled, and then I swore she pressed a slow, soft kiss against my cheek, but I couldn’t trust my reality at the moment.
“You don’t have to move. I’m going to take care of you. Just relax. You did well.”
That praise was the final nail in the coffin, and the last thing I heard before darkness took me.
This is a scene from Stand Your Ground by Kandi Steiner. You can find more Kandi Steiner books at .