I asked my brother’s friend to teach me about edging. [F21][M28][oral][fingering][orgasm denial]

Sean and Kevin were locked into a heated Mario Kart race when I plodded into the living room and squeezed onto the couch. I'd moved in with them about six months prior and during baseball season this was the ritual: Mario Kart and Natty Light to pregame before heading into the city. 

"So, you guys know how I've been posting on Reddit?" I asked. Sean, my older brother, rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, and before you even ask, we're not reading your smut." 

"That's not even what I was about to ask!" I interjected, but Sean continued.

"It's bad enough the walls are so thin we can hear when you use your vibrator. I don't want to know what you're reading about while you get yourself off." 

"Ew, that's weird," I countered. "I'd never read my own writing while I masturbate." 

"Christ, Liv!" Sean drove Bowser into a wall and shot me an appalled look as Kevin, his best friend and our other roommate, started to laugh at Sean's increasing levels of discomfort.

"Hey, be easy on her," Kevin mocked. "She's got all this repressed sexual energy cuz you keep scaring off the dudes she tries to bring home." I glared at the back of both their heads.

"First of all, you're being dramatic Sean. Second, I wasn't gonna to ask you assholes to read anything! There's just this monthly writing contest and I don't get the theme. Can one of you explain what 'edging' is to me?" Kevin doubled over with laughter and nearly rolled off the couch as Sean tossed his controller behind him.

"I'm fucking out!" he exclaimed, throwing up his hands.

"Me too," Kevin said, wiping his eyes. "You're on your own kid."

"We're the same age!"

"Not sexually." He looked at his phone. "Shit man, we're going to miss the train if we don't leave now." Kevin tossed his controller next to Sean's as they both shoved their wallets and phones into their pockets. Sean left first but Kevin hung back. He'd always been always softer with me than Sean. "Look Liv, you love doing research, treat this like a topic of interest and do a deep dive. If you read enough or…watch enough…you should be able to figure it out."

"Thanks Kev." He was right. That was the most logical approach. 

"Oh, and remember," Kevin said, pausing in the doorway. "My cousin is getting in at like 6pm. Just show him my room so he can throw down his stuff, ok?"

"Yeah sure. Have fun at the game."

With the boys gone, I headed up to my room to take Kevin's advice. I turned on my music and situated myself on my bed, a mountain of pillows propping me up as I scrolled through my phone. I started on social media but things quickly devolved as I tumbled down a rabbit hole of porn. I couldn't help it, almost immediately I started to touch myself. Video after video of torturous, delayed gratification - sometimes hours, sometimes weeks - that created a build up so intense that the person was left in a puddle when finally allowed to climax. Before long, I found myself loudly moaning as I came around my fingers, giving my body the release it needed after watching so many videos of men and women being kept on edge. 

"So this is why you didn't hear me knocking." I gasped and sat up. My shock morphing to mortification as I registered the sight of James standing in my doorway. 

"What the fuck James! Were you watching me?" I pulled my hand out of my shorts and launched a pillow at him. He easily caught it and gave me a knowing look.

"Kid, your room is at the top of the stairs and you left the door open." I flushed crimson as he started to laugh. "I mean, you knew I was coming over. It's almost like you did it on purpose." He cocked an eyebrow at me.

"I did not! I was just doing research and lost track of time." James' face lit up. Oh shit.

"Research? For what?!" He strode into the room and threw himself onto my bed, plucking my phone from my hand.

"James no!" I tried to grab my phone back but he easily pushed me down and pinned me to the mattress as he scrolled. 

"Goddamn, Liv. Is this the content and the…" his eyes widened and he cocked his head, "...size you're into these days?" He scrolled to a particularly obscene video of a man with the thickest dick I'd ever seen, leaking precum as a beautiful woman edged him into oblivion. 

"No! Oh my god! Just get off and give it back!"

"I mean, I'd love to get off but I'm not letting you up until you tell me what's going on."

"Fine! I just needed to know what 'edging' was so I could try to write a story —"

"Ohhhh," he chuckled. "Kev did tell me our little Livy was posting smut online." 

"Ugh!" I buried my head in my pillow. "All of you are the most unsupportive assholes! Just give me my phone back and leave me here to die of embarrassment, ok?" James didn't answer but I felt him shift on the bed so that his weight was next to me rather than on top. He pulled the pillow off my face. 

"Liv, I'd love nothing more than to support you right now." He reached down and took the fingers that had just been inside of me and put them in his mouth, sucking gently. "Fuck, I knew you'd taste good." 

Holy shit. Every cell in my body began to respond. I'd always been attracted to James, but we'd never had a conversation like this in our lives. I always assumed he put me in the same 'off-limits' bucket Kev did. I searched his face for any sign that he was messing with me but could find none.  He continued, "Edging takes practice and I would argue it's harder to do to yourself because it requires self-control."

"Ok," I said tentatively. "So…can you show me?" 

"Fuck yes. Lay back on your pillows." 

I did as I was told, my heart pounding. He shifted his body, taking my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. My body melted into his and a tiny whimper escaped my mouth as he trailed kisses down my jaw and neck. He kneaded my breasts through the thin fabric of my tank top and I moaned, arching into his touch.

"How are you going to let me know if it's too much?" he asked, tugging lightly on my nipple.

"Even if I beg, don't stop. I trust you so it's just about me being able to handle the intensity, right? So whatever I say, don't stop." Something dark flashed across his face.

"I don't know if you understand what you're asking for-" he started, but I cut him off.

"I'm so sick of everyone treating me like a child! Just do it!"

"Well, that sounds like enthusiastic consent to me." He smiled darkly as he ran his thumb over my lips and leaned down to kiss me again. I got lost in the smell and taste of him. He sucked my lip into his mouth and bit down gently before pulling away.

"Hands up," he demanded, removing my shirt before lifting my hips to do away with my shorts. He raked his eyes over me. "Fuck, I've thought about this moment so many times." His fingers trailed over my breasts and nipples, tracing every dip and curve. He eased my legs apart and slid a finger into my soaked center.

"Look how wet you are already, Livy. Is this for me or from all of those dirty videos you've been watching?" He winked and I opened my mouth to fight but the words got caught in my throat as he thrust two more thick fingers into me. I arched off the bed, gripping his forearm.

"Oh fuck James!" He continued to pump his fingers into me as my breath became uneven. Nothing about him was clumsy, every stroke of his fingers was intentional and hitting their mark. I moaned his name loudly again and he chuckled. 

"Are you close already?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I panted out.

"How do you know?" he asked. My eyes shot open.

"What?" 

"How do you know? What is your body telling you?" James coaxed.

"Um - I - I mean I can feel this tightness in my low belly. Like here," I moved my hand below my belly button where I could feel my orgasm building. He began to pump faster and a little moan escaped me. "Oh fuck," I whimpered.

"Where else?"

"My - my clit is throbbing," I panted out. "Like I…fuck…like I need more pressure. And I can feel my pussy tightening around your fingers."

"Good girl, you're paying such close attention to your body." He withdrew his fingers and kissed me. I felt the orgasm slip away but I was too distracted by his mouth to care. He pulled away. "I don't know your body as well as you do. So when you feel like you're starting to get close, you tell me ok? You have to communicate or this isn't going to work." 

I nodded my understanding and he began to work my body again. His fingers pumped into me as his thumb rubbed my clit and his tongue circled my painfully hard nipples. He curled his fingers and hit my g-spot, causing me to moan loudly.

"I'm getting close," I whimpered. 

"Good girl," he praised me, slowing his touch. "I can feel you tightening around me." He withdrew his fingers completely, trailing them over my thighs and stomach. He kissed me until I confirmed that the threat of my orgasm had subsided. He looked down at me, smiling wickedly. "I'm going to use my mouth now, ok Liv?"

"Yes. Please." I knew I sounded desperate but the moment his tongue dipped into me, I didn't care. His mouth was even more capable than his fingers. He licked up and down through my folds, consuming me. He moved to my clit, tonguing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he added his fingers again, pumping into me.  

The sounds echoing through my room were obscene. Between the way he was eating and finger fucking my sopping wet pussy and my own moans, I was sure our neighbor would start banging on the wall soon. He rapidly flicked his tongue over my clit and cried out, losing myself.  I ground my hips into his face, chasing the orgasm that had been building. Abruptly, James withdrew from me. I whined at the loss of him and looked down to find him smiling between my legs, his lips glistening with my arousal.

"Have you forgotten what we're doing here?" I had. I was so lost in how good he made me feel that I'd forgotten. He tutted at me. "Tell me when the urge to cum has totally subsided. You were being a greedy little girl, so we'll wait a little longer than necessary just to be sure." I nodded, unable to form words as I tried to steady my breath.

Fuck me. I could see why people were into this. 

Not one guy I'd hooked up with in college had asked me how I was feeling. Had checked in with me. Foreplay had been perfunctory and consisted of a few tugs at my nipples, maybe some unskilled fingering, before moving on to fucking, which again, had been lacking. They'd either cum immediately or thought that jackhammering as hard as they could would yield the desired result. Which I guess it did, because their only goal was that they came, not me.

But this?

This was all about me. James' attention focused squarely on my pleasure. I loved the feeling of giving up control. The comfort of knowing he knew what he was doing and that he'd check in with me to ensure his capable fingers and mouth hit their mark. This focus on me and my body felt overwhelming in the best way possible.

When the urge finally subsided, he began the cycle again. He worked me up and let me down. Over and over. Soon, James no longer needed my help. In the space of an hour he'd attuned himself to my body. He pulled me to the edge and stopped, never letting me fall over. Over and over. It was becoming too much. Tears streamed down my face as I began to beg.

"James please. I want to cum so bad."

"Wants and needs are two very different things, Livy. Tell daddy what you need."

"I need to cum! I need pressure on my clit and your cock in me!" The admission caught me off guard and the look of pleasure on James' face was animalistic. 

"Well if that's what you need…" James kneeled between my legs and unbuckled his pants, pulling out his already hard cock. It looked like the ones from the porn I'd be watching: thick and heavy. My overstimulated body needed him inside me. Now. I reached out to grab his cock. With one hand James grabbed my wrist and with the other he fully removed his belt.

"We can't have you taking anything into your own hands now Livy." He easily flipped me on to my stomach, restraining my arms behind my back. With my arms tied and my face in the pillows, a new wave of lust washed over me. He was now truly in complete control.

He ran his cock through the sopping wet pool between my legs and used it to rub my clit with the head.  I tried to grind into him but he easily held me down. 

"I'm twice your size baby. You have no control here. You'll get my whole cock when I decide you're ready and you'll cum when I've decided you've had enough."

He lined his cock up with my pussy and pushed in an inch. It didn't matter how wet I was, it was going to be an effort to take him. He slowly fed in another inch, still restraining my hips. He began to pulse his cock in and out of me, teasing me. Torturing me. Giving me a few inches of what my body craved and then taking it away. I turned my head. 

"Please James." Tears born from desperation and overstimulation streamed down my cheeks as I tried in vain to grind into him. "Please! My body can't take it. It hurts. I need to cum. Please!" James just continued to pump in and out of me, easily holding me down 

"That's it, baby. You're finally getting it. That thing you're feeling. The powerlessness. The wanting. The itch you can't scratch, left unfulfilled. That's it."

"I understand now please! Please! Just fuck me!" My pussy was aching, my clit was throbbing, and I was laying in a puddle of my own arousal. The tension that had been building in my body had fully taken over my system. Without warning, James pushed all the way in, his massive dick splitting me in half.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out at the sudden fullness. The stretching. The burning. It was happening. It was finally fucking happening. "Yes! Fuck me, please! James fuck me!" 

James' phone vibrated. He continued to fuck me and I felt my orgasm building. Relief. Relief was coming. But then without warning, he stopped.

"I'm so sorry Livy, there's been a change in plans." Confusion flooded my system. "I thought our time was coming to an end, but the guys just text me and they're stopping at the bar before heading home." He withdrew his cock from me and flipped me back over, leaving my arms restrained behind me.

"No no no!" I cried out, straining against the belt, writhing on the bed. He ignored my pleas as he propped his phone up on my nightstand. Panic rose in me at the thought of being filmed, but that panic was quickly washed away by a flood of absolute horror as I processed what was on his screen: a timer set for two hours.

"Two hours?! James no! Please. I can't!" He looked over at me, his expression dark and hungry. He pressed 'start' and moved between my thighs once more. I began to cry. "James please," I whimpered softly. "My body can't take it!"

"Oh Livy, it can. It can and it will." Tears streamed down my face as the countdown began and his mouth connected with my pussy once more.