Birthday Wishes - The List: Book 1 (8 page)

"Wow." I laughed. He made me feel free, like it was okay to use laughter as an expression of joy after sex. It was liberating. "That was awesome."

He
stood, keeping his hand pressed between my legs. He pulsed his fingers in place and asked, "You got this?"

I clenched hard and almost came again from the pressure. I gritted my teeth and leaned hard into
his shoulder, fighting to regain my composure. When I was sure the balls were secure and holding them wouldn't send me over the edge, I nodded, determined and ready for whatever he had planned next.

"Good. Can you walk?"

Christ. Maybe I wasn't ready. First he wanted me to stand. That proved successful. I could walk. Probably. If I moved slowly and carefully. "I think so."

"Mmm."
He kissed me swiftly. “Follow me.” Then he was gone before I could properly respond.

He left my wrists bound and my center of gravity under metal-ball assault as he turned and walked down a short hall. During the brief moment before he turned, I could see his erection straining hard against the loose fabric of
his
pants. My cunt clenched again and I questioned whether I'd be able to make the short trip to what I presumed was his bedroom without coming again. I took a small, careful step and was relieved that everything stayed in place. Another careful step and I felt the balls shift heavily. Panic and arousal flooded me. I clenched tighter and the balls remained in place, but the arousal was damned near debilitating. I had no idea how I was supposed to make the entire trip without some sort of catastrophe.

"Coming?"
He called to me.

"Working on it."
In more ways than one.

He
laughed. "Take your time. I'll be here."

His
living room was of average size, but it loomed before me. I decided to approach the journey one step at a time. I focused on moving my feet rather than on the distance left to travel. The movement became easier with practice. I learned how to hold the balls secure without overdoing the pressure, and how to suppress the inevitable shudder that came with each shift of the balls inside me. To my surprise, my body said it was capable and ready to have another orgasm, but I wanted that to happen with Luca. So far he'd been a very generous--if slightly torturous--lover. I wanted to return the favor.

When I finally arrived at the bedroom door, I was ready to burst. The non-stop rolling pressure built inside me indescribably. I was so close to orgasm and all I'd done was walk from the living room to the bedroom.

He sat on the edge of his bed, completely naked and smiling. He held his erection in his hand as he watched me. He stroked the length slowly, a dark, intense look on his face. "There you are. I was starting to worry."

He pulled hard on his cock, then slid his hand down to the base. I moaned as his fist traveled up and down again and again. He groaned and then circled
his fingers around the base and squeezed hard.

"Y
ou look so hot. I bet you are about to fall apart with those balls inside of you." He stroked himself again, slower and easier. I stared, enraptured. I wanted him inside me. My mouth, my cunt. I didn't care. I just needed him. "Come here," he said.

He
stood and waited, one hand on his cock, though he no longer stroked it. I took a confident step toward him. I'd learned how to keep the balls securely in place and wanted to show off my new skill. I couldn't keep the pleasure off my face though. Every step stroked the over-sensitized nerves inside my vagina. I crossed the last remaining feet separating us easily and his smile grew with every step.

"You're wonderful."
He wrapped his arm around my waist and hugged me close. He palmed my bound hands and squeezed with gentle pressure. His cock pressed against my front, long and hard. The urge to drop to my knees overwhelmed me, but before I could, he scooped me up and deposited me face down on the bed. He gripped my hips and hauled my ass into the air. My ankles hung over the edge of the bed. With my hands still tied behind me, my weight rested on my face. I turned my head to the side and gasped for breath.

H
e teased my opening with the tip of his cock and I groaned. I was so very ready for him. When I wiggled my hips to urge him in, he slapped my ass and laughed. "Not yet."

"Luca." God help me, I whined for more. It was not attractive
but I didn't care.

He
took hold of my hands and flattened them against my ass cheeks. He pressed against me and used my hands to pull my cheeks apart, exposing my anus. I said his name again, pleading and desperate this time rather than a whine.

"Hold it like this."
He pushed hard for emphasis. "Okay?"

I nodded, uncertain but completely willing. "Yes."

"Good." As he said the word, his finger slid into my cunt, moving the balls inside me, rolling them against the vaginal walls. He pulled out, then thrust in again, gently. "So wet."

He
removed his finger, then replaced it with two. I felt impossibly full, yet empty at the same time. The balls had an amazing everywhere, but nowhere effect. It left me confused and wanting. He kept his other hand pressed against my low back, holding me in place. I flexed my legs to thrust, and he exerted pressure, reminding me where he wanted me. He swirled his fingers inside me, moving the balls like a building wave inside me, then pulled out. He thrust in again and moaned.

"I could do this all day."

I gripped the flesh of my ass, fingers digging in hard and sharp. He felt so good moving inside me. God, I wanted to fuck him so hard. "Luca, please."

"S
o good." He moaned again, more ragged, more breathy. I hoped he was close to breaking because his control was driving me mad.

He pulled his fingers from me completely and I cried out. I wanted more inside me, not less.

"Patience." He pressed a kiss to the tiny exposed sliver of skin on my ass, then licked along the edges of my fingers. "You're doing so good."

He worked his way lower and slipped his tongue into the wetness between my legs. As he rolled his tongue along the length of my opening, he pressed his finger, slick with my arousal, against my anus and held it there.

I groaned and bucked against his face and Luca immediately withdrew his tongue. A sharp, stinging slap landed high on my thigh and I stopped moving immediately. He vibrated his finger against my anus, then the pressure hardened and increased until he slid inside. He twisted his finger, spreading my moisture, and heat radiated through me, threatening to break at any moment.

"Okay?"
He fluttered inside me.

"
Yes." I barely whispered the answer, afraid to move, to speak. The slightest thing would send me over the edge and it felt too good, too new. I wanted it to last forever.

He
pressed in further, stopping only when the base of his hand hit my backside. He was completely inside me. He twisted his finger as he withdrew, then pushed forward gently again. Steady, constant pressure and it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. He reached around my body with his other hand and palmed my abdomen. He massaged the muscles there, digging his fingers in deep, chasing the balls inside me. All the while, he thrust his finger slowly into my ass, then out just as slowly, just as carefully, twisting and driving me higher and higher.

My body drew tighter and tighter, ready to give in to the relentless pleasure building inside me. As I was about to come,
he removed both his hands. I lay on his bed, gasping on the verge of orgasm and he left me. I heard his light footsteps as he walked away. I panted and squeezed my thighs together. I was so close, just a little more and I'd arrive.

"None of that."
He was on me again, his hand slapping hard against my other thigh. The sting brought me sharply to the edge again. I wouldn't last much longer, with or without his permission.

I felt pressure on my anus again, som
ething hard, warm, and slick, that lacked the coarse texture of Luca's finger. It slid in and kept going, longer and deeper than Luca had previously reached. He retracted the object, then pushed it in again fully. The flat base pressed against the tight muscles of my anus and I shivered. He pushed it even harder, the object unyielding and so deep inside me. He held it there.

"
I need you." He forced the words out through his teeth. He sounded like he was in pain. "I need to fuck you. Now."

"Yes. Oh, yes." It was exactly what I'd been waiting for, exactly what I wanted to hear.

"I need you to give me the balls back first. Can you do that?" He gripped my ass cheek, digging his nails into the skin and pulling the flesh apart. The toy slipped out and he thrust it in harder.

Give the balls back? They'd been inside me so long, pleasing me so long, how would I give them up? I shook my head. No, no, no.

"Baby, I can't fuck you while they're inside you. Please, Mari." He pulled the toy out of my ass and fucked it in again. In and out, smooth and hard. I arched my back to meet him. "I'll make you feel so good."

"Please." I nodded desperately. I wanted
him inside me so very badly.

"Give them to me."
He cupped his hand over my cunt. He massaged his fingers into my flesh, low on my belly just above my hood. He continued to fuck my ass with the toy. "Please, Mari."

I clenched hard, savoring the pressure, then pushed. I cried out as first one ball, then the second slid out of me.

"Thank Christ." He dropped the balls on the bed, then pushed the anal toy into me as deep as it would go. He pushed my fingers against the base and said. "Hold this here."

Before I could respond,
he pressed his cock into my opening, then thrust inside in one long, swift motion. I cried out, the pleasure of him inside me too much to hold. He stilled, his body trembling, then eased out slowly. When he reached the point where barely his tip was left inside me, he slammed forward. He moved with power, grace, and complete ownership. His fingers dug into my hips, holding my ass up.

"I'm sorry. I can't go slow."
He panted, desperate and rapidly falling apart.

"
I don't want you to." I pressed back into him, urging him to fuck me harder.

He held me firmly in place, forcing my hips to remain still. Then he started fucking me in earnest. Hard. Fast. Deep. The Trifecta of fucking and I rapidly approached orgasm.

"I'm close, Mari."

He
pushed my fingers aside and played with the toy in my ass. He jerked it in and out at counter rhythm to his cock moving inside my cunt. Pressure built inside me, the conflicting pulse of pleasure first in my cunt, then my ass, then my cunt, then. . .

I burst from the inside out, the joy of Luca fucking me too much to contain. I came screaming and shaking, with a great gush of excitement that flowed out of my cunt and coated
his cock and thighs. I sagged against the bed, no longer strong enough to keep myself up.

Luca thrust hard a few more times and withdrew the toy from my ass on a particularly hard thrust. I came again in a slow, shuddering wave.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight heavy and comforting as he pressed me flat into the bed.

His cock lay semi-rigid inside me and my hands pressed awkwardly into my low back. My arms were pinched and I slowly lost feeling in my fingertips.
He gave no indication of moving and I scratched his belly lightly. The sex was amazing, but I needed to be able to move. Now.

"Luca." I shrugged my hips and scratched a little harder. "Luca, come on."

"Huh?" He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder, but otherwise didn't move.

"Up." I wiggled. "Let me up."

"Oh." He moved slow and sluggish. He groaned as he slipped his cock out of me, then he worked to untie my hands. "Sorry, this is really tight."

The bonds finally slipped free and I rolled over and sat up.
He took my hands in his and massaged the wrists where they were red and angry from being tied. Shit, that would probably show the next day. Hopefully my mom wouldn't question long sleeves at church. Rachel definitely would, so the marks better be cleared before work on Monday.

Luca peeled off his and carried it, along with the balls and butt plug to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later and kneeled in front of me. He inspected my wrists and touched the lines gingerly.

"I'm sorry, Mari. I didn't think." He looked genuinely upset.

I laughed. From the look on
his face, it wasn't the response he wanted or expected, but I couldn't help it. Everything he did was on my list. Or his. Most were on both. And I came very hard and so many times I lost track.

I kissed
him hard and quick. "Don't be. I loved it."

"Yeah?"
He smiled, shy, sweet, and so vulnerable. I wanted to pull him under the covers and snuggle like crazy. Too bad that wasn't on our lists.

I settled for holding his hand. "Yeah."

We smiled stupidly at one another. It was way too cute considering the raunchy things we'd just done. He played with the ends of my hair, a serious look on his face. He had such a gentle touch, completely at odds with the bruises he left on my hips and thighs. Ultimately, I decided that the contradictions were part of the whole Luca package and I liked it.