Luke hissed.

“Geezus, woman.” He fisted his hands at his side at the hot pain as the tiny buds throbbed, his cock pulsing in the same rhythm.

“What happened to ‘ma’am’?” she asked, her lips curving with sadistic amusement as she twisted.

He gasped. Felt his legs tremble. Groaned. Fuck that hurt. And felt good. At the same time.

It had been years since he’d felt like a novice at anything sexual—even though he’d had occasional insecurities after Samantha had dumped him, he’d never really thought anyone had anything new to show him. Olivia made him feel like he hadn’t had enough imagination. She definitely did. And here he’d offered himself up as a canvas to work off her aggression, obviously thinking with his dick more than his brain.

“Fucking hell, ma’am,” he responded with a groan. When she released his nipples they still felt hotly pained, tender like he’d never experienced. Then she placed her hand over the bulge at the front of his pants and he stopped giving a shit about how his nipples felt. His back arched, head tipping back, hips thrusting forward, and his hand was atop hers before he could think about it, trying to curve her fingers more firmly around his dick through his pants, because it felt so fucking good.

“Hands off,” Olivia ordered, her voice suddenly sharp and displeased, and Luke nearly whimpered, jerking his hand away from hers like he’d been burned. But she was a beautiful and benevolent sexual goddess, and she kept her hand right where it was on his needy cock. “Behind your back, cupcake, to help you control yourself. And stand up.”

Standing up with his hands behind his back, each hand cupping an elbow the way she’d instructed in class earlier to make the position easier to hold, wasn’t easy but he managed. Their respective heights put the bulge of his cock right in front of her face, her hand still just holding steady over his pants and driving him fucking wild with just that small amount of constant pressure.

Her smile widened as she began to undo the front of his pants, like she was opening a present to herself, and a groan rumbled through his chest as he struggled with keeping himself still. This was definitely not what he was used to, but fuck him if he didn’t like it. Actually... just fuck him. Please.

“Mmmm, very nice,” she said, her voice sultry as his cock sprung out, achingly hard and bobbing in front of her. He was about to say something flirtatious, hopefully witty, back when she curled her fingers around his length and pumped.

Slowly.

Firmly.

Gliding her hand back up along the shaft to thumb the wet fluid gathered at his tip.

His voice caught in his throat, strangling him.