Birthday Wishes - The List: Book 1 Page 6

  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.

  "You 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.

  He 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."

  "So 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, something 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 h
eavy 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.

  "I like you." The words slipped out and for one brief, panicked second, I thought about taking it back. But the way his smile grew even brighter changed my mind. He kissed my hand and it made me feel like a princess. A wanton, kinky, bruised princess.

  "Stay." He didn't so much ask as vocalize an assumption, but the hope in his eyes let me know he wanted me to.

  He led me around the bed and pulled back the covers. I climbed in and he tucked me in, then circled to the other side. Once in bed with me, he pulled me into a tight embrace and I was certain I'd never be able to sleep wrapped up so closely with another person. My ex-husband was a close sleeper and it drove me to sanity-threatening levels of insomnia. More than once I resorted to sleeping in the guest room just to avoid being smothered.

  He nuzzled my hair. "Are you okay like this?"

  I took a deep breath and allowed myself to really feel his arms around me. It was safe and warm and inviting. "Yeah, I think so."

  "Good." He kissed me easily and his body relaxed next to mine. The tension of the day eased from him by degrees until his breathing became deep and even, and his arms slackened around me.

  The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulled me. My eyes grew heavy and my last thought as I slipped to sleep was "This is nice."

  Chapter 5

  I awoke with a start, disoriented and fuzzy from sleep. The faint sound of my mom's ring tone drifted down the hall bringing me to unpleasant, full awareness. Luca was still wrapped around me like a damn octopus and I needed out of the bed. I glanced at his alarm clock. Shit. Church was about to start and my mom was going to kill me. Probably through the phone if I could only make it there in time to answer.

  I shoved him away from me and lurched out of bed. I'd thought briefly about waking Luca with my mouth around his cock. Instead, I swore loudly and ran from the room. Not the best morning after, but hopefully he'd consider it a step above waking up alone.

  My phone went to voice mail as I pushed the button and said, "Mami?" All I got in response was dial tone. I checked my call log. Four missed calls and text message from Frankie. I was officially fucked. Frankie's text message confirmed as much.

  Mom's frantic. Where the fuck are you?

  I called my mom's phone. If she'd entered the church, she wouldn't answer. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

  "Mariposa. Church starts in two minutes. Tell me you are parking your car right now." My mom spoke in rapid, angry Spanish, something she rarely did outside of her home.

  I took a deep breath. No answer I gave was going to calm her at this point. Even if I ran in the door of the church--not likely since I was naked and in desperate need of a shower--she would still be pissed. Now I had to tell her that not only was I late, I was flat out truant.

  "I'm so sorry. Luca and I were up late--"

  "Luca?" Amazingly, she didn't sound ready to kill me any longer. Instead her voice had a creepy hunter-closing-in-on-prey quality. "You had a date with Luca last night?"

  Christ. How did I answer that question? "Yes. . .sort of. And I overslept."

  "Are you still with him?"

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I was thirty years old and I still felt guilty when my mom asked if I spent the night with a man. At what point would I be able to have sex without the worrying that my mom would damn me to hell if she found out?

  "Yes, Mami."

  "Good. Bring him for Sunday dinner." And with that demand, my mom disconnected the call.

  "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

  "Everything okay?" He stepped into the living room. He scratched his chest in that sexy-just-woke-up man way, then smiled like he knew of a few ways to make me okay if I wasn't. And just like that I forgot all about my abrupt wake-up call from my mom.

  I dropped my phone into my purse and met Luca in the middle. I smoothed my palms over his chest and kissed his nipple. He wore those fabulous, low-slung sweat pants that completely defied gravity by staying on his hips

  "Everything is fine."

  He smiled and snugged his arms around me. "Good. I was afraid you had to go."

  I really, really should have left, but his arms felt so good, and he was already semi-hard, his cock pressed against my belly. My mom was already mad, my showing up late to church wouldn't make her any happier. Bringing Luca to dinner later would apparently calm her down, but that wasn't going to happen. She could make demands all day long, that didn't instantly launch me into the land of happily coupled-up. I might as well stay and enjoy Luca.

  "Nope, I'm all yours."

  "Good." He released me and his smile shifted from sleepy-happy to shy little boy. "I want to fix you breakfast."

  "Really?" Most men, as soon as they find out I cooked for a living, refused to go anywhere near the kitchen. They were afraid to be judged or something.

  "Really. French toast?"

  He led me to the kitchen. Our joined hands swung gently between us and it felt simple and good. God, the last time I felt like that just holding hands with a guy was high school. He guided me to a tall stool next to the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the dining room. He lifted me onto the chair. It was one of the singularly most sexy things Luca has done since we met. Did I need him to lift me? No, of course not. Did it make me unreasonably wet that he could? Hell, yes.

  "Wait here." He kissed my nose and ran down the hall toward his bedroom. A moment later he returned with a crisp white dress shirt. He slipped it over my shoulders and worked the buttons together one by one. His fingers were nimble and quick and he only detoured at my breasts for a brief moment. Not nearly long enough.

  "I have clothes of my own, you know." I traced my fingers over his chest. As long as he was my self-appointed dresser, my fingers were free to roam at will.

  "I know. But I wanted to see you in this." He grasped both my hands in his and held them away from his body, then he kissed my nose again. "No more of that. I have work to do and you are distracting m
e."

  He grabbed eggs and milk from his fridge and set them next to the stove, then took a pan down from the hanging rack on the wall. He set it on the burner, added oil, then cracked the eggs into a bowl. He moved with smooth fluid motions, without pause for thought. He was comfortable in his kitchen and that was almost as sexy as his lifting me onto the chair.

  "Who taught you to cook?" My mom taught me the basics, and culinary school added the fancy bow on top. But my mom didn't teach my brother to cook. He was busy learning man things. Now that he's twenty-eight and unable to feed himself, I think she might regret that decision. He still shows up at her house to eat five nights out of seven.

  He winked. "Like what you see?" He added milk, sugar, vanilla, and a pinch of salt to the egg mixture.

  "Absolutely." I'll admit it, my voice was a tad too lecherous for a nice girl, but I was sure he’d caught on that I'm not really all that nice. "But you didn't answer my question."

  "Mi abuela." He focused on the eggs, his tone no longer flirty.

  This was the first time Luca had come even remotely close to using Spanish with me, but the way he said it made me think there was simply no other way to think of her. My grandmother still lived in Mexico. I'd met her twice and the only thing I'd ever gotten from her was a lecture about my poor Spanish.

  "Yeah? She did a good job."

  "She was a special woman. You would have liked her." He grabbed a loaf of bread and smiled at me before removing a healthy stack and setting it next to the eggs.

  "What else did she teach you?" I recognized the warning signs that we were rapidly approaching the point of no return on a serious conversation, but this was the first indication that he had given about his family. Prior to this, my best guess would have been that he was delivered from Ixchel, the Mayan goddess of pregnant women. She ushered new life to the world and he certainly looked like the descendant of gods.

  "Plenty." He stopped prepping food and joined me at the breakfast bar. He stood on the opposite side and leaned down on his elbows. "She raised me. I miss her a lot."