“What—” What the hell is this? “Liam, what arethese?”
“Since you’re a big fan ofFifty Shades of Grey, I’m sure you’ve heard of Ben Wa balls.” I’ve read the books and seen the movies, so of course I’m a fan, but it’s not like I have requested to act out any of the scenes. For some reason, since the day Liam and I officially met, he’s had the strange idea that I have a desire to be Anastasia Steele, which Idonot.
“Liam...”
“Okay, fine, I thought the idea of it was hot. I may have heard someone talking about the scene in the movie and thought it mightbefun.”
“I don’t know,” I tell him. I’m not sure this is my thing. The activities Liam and I have enjoyed over the last month have been nothing short of amazing, and he’s pushed my limits further than I would have ever requested, or even imagined, but it’s never been too far. “I’m not sure I have itinme—”
“Well, I can fix that,” he says withawink.
I press my hands into his chest, running them up and down before trying to tug him down. “I thought youwantedto—”
“I do, but first I want you to trythese.”
He takes them out of the box and rolls them around in his hand before placing one in his mouth. Watching him do this is definitely a turn on, and it’s making me squirm beneath him. “O-kay,” I agree.Who am I?The balls are large, and this is going to beweird.
He takes the ball out of his mouth, then scoots down toward the end of the bed and presses his hands against the insides of my knees, pushing them apart. Then he grabs a pillow and slides it beneath my back. “Ready?”
“I don’t think so, but go ahead,” Isqueak.
I place my arm over my eyes, hiding my face from reality, and clench my teeth with apprehension. While I was expecting the ball, I feel his tongue first, sliding in and out, causing me to moan and beg for more. “Don’t stop,” Iwhine.
But he stops, and the ball is shockingly pressed into me, farther than I thought it would go. What if it gets lost up there? I’ll have to go to the hospital and tell them my boyfriend shoved a ball up my cooch. Why did I just agree to this? What the fuck,ChristianGrey?
I remove my arm from covering my eyes and find a proud smile on Liam’s face as he removes the other ball from the box and slides that one into his mouth, as well. “Ready for the realmagic?”
A dying groan of agreement rumbles from my throat, and I replace my arm over my eyes, feeling the insertion, followed by a clanging sensation inside of me. “Holy ...” The balls feel like they’re vibrating inside and it’s tickling me. Laughter rumbles through my gut and pours out of me inhysteria.
I can’t stoplaughing.
“What’s so funny?” Liam asks, soundingnervous.
I’m literally in a fit of giggles, and I can hardly catch my breath long enough to answer him. “Ittickles.”
“Uh,” he responds with a raised brow. “Here, take myhands.”
I grab his outstretched hands, and he slowly pulls me up to a sitting position, where the tickling sensation increases two-fold. I’m hunched forward, squeezing my arms into my stomach as I lose my shit completely. I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in myentirelife.
“Jules, take a deep breath, babe.” I try, I really do, but I can’t. I just can’t stoplaughing.
Liam pulls me up to my feet, maybe thinking the balls will end up in a better place, but my knees nearly buckle, and I fold over, wheezing through breathlesslaughs.
“Does it feel good at least?”heasks.
“I think—” more giggling, my voice is cracking, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to lose my voice completely with a minute more of this. “I think so.” I force myself to stop laughing for a brief moment to catch my breath, but my knees are bowed into each other, and I’m clutching the bureau on the side of my room. “Oh, good God, I can’tdothis.”
“Then I don’t have to tell Sam,” Liam says with an evilsmirk.
“Jesus, are you trying tokillme?”
“That wasn’t the plan here,” he laughs. “Wait, shhh.” I try to quiet down, listening for the reason he’s telling metostop.
“They’re home,”hesays.
“Shit,” Itellhim.
Liam grabs a pair of jeans and a shirt he left in my hamper last night and slips them on. I’m sure no one will know or care that he’s wearing the same exact thing he wore yesterday. It’s not like Sam and Daniel don’t know what’s going on between us, but we could be a little morediscreet.
