Page 43 of Stand Your Ground

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 itshouldbe, 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 finallydolet 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 toresist.”

I whimpered.

I fuckingwhimperedlike a weak little boy because that was the absolute last thing I wanted to do right now.

“Imagine you’re with the woman of your dreams.”

Okay, so… picture you?

I bit down the words.

“And let’s just say it takes her a while to warm up. Maybe she’s shy. Maybe she’s worried about how she looks.”

“Why in the —fuuuck,”I groaned when Livia tightened her grip slightly, just enough to have that orgasm toying at the edges of my grasp again. I was panting my next words. “Why would she worry about that?”

“Are you kidding? So many women worry about that. Maybe it’s because of a toxic ex or watching porn or reading magazines or hearing godawful sex advice from their mothers. Believe me, there is ample messaging about how women need to please men, and that sex is not about their own pleasure. So, yeah — a lot of women will be self-conscious. They’ll worry if they look fat when they’re riding you.”

“Stop.”

“Or if their tits are bouncing in the perfect pornographic way.”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Or if they’re making the right face to make you come.”

At that, I stopped where her hand was stroking me — much to my cock’s chagrin. “You’re being for real right now?”

“Do I look like I’d waste lesson time with anythingnotreal?” Livia began stroking me again, and I sank farther into the couch cushions, my body on fire. “The truth is the majority of women you bring home are going to need your time and attention and encouragement to come. Andyouneed to not come until you get her there. So,” she said, placing the Fleshlight over my crown again. “Let’s practice holding off.”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, but it was cut short with a moan ripping from my throat when Livia slid the toy over me.

She moaned when she sank it down. “Oh, yes, Carter.God. You’re so big.”

“Coming—”