“Okay,” I tell him as I take the wrapping off the box, exposing a suede surface. Jewelry? I exhale slowly through my pursed lips and pull the box apart, hearing a quiet crackling of the hinges as I reveal two black balls. “What are they?” I reach in and run the tip of my finger over the top of one of them, feeling the texture of silicon.
“Well, since I know your feelings on sex toys, and the fact that you’ve had to replace Shermanator with me, I thought a replacement for when I can’t be inside you might be nice. Shermanator just won’t cut it anymore since he’s too small, plus, I can’t get that drawn-on face off.”
“What—” What the hell is this? “Liam, what are these?”
“Since you’re a big fan of Fifty 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 I do not.
“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 might be fun.”
“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 it in me—”
“Well, I can fix that,” he says with a wink.
I press my hands into his chest, running them up and down before trying to tug him down. “I thought you wanted to—”
“I do, but first I want you to try these.”
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 be weird.
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,” I squeak.
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,” I whine.
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, Christian Grey?
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 real magic?”
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 in hysteria.
I can’t stop laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Liam asks, sounding nervous.
I’m literally in a fit of giggles, and I can hardly catch my breath long enough to answer him. “It tickles.”
“Uh,” he responds with a raised brow. “Here, take my hands.”
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 my entire life.
“Jules, take a deep breath, babe.” I try, I really do, but I can’t. I just can’t stop laughing.
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 breathless laughs.
“Does it feel good at least?” he asks.
“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’t do this.”
“Then I don’t have to tell Sam,” Liam says with an evil smirk.
“Jesus, are you trying to kill me?”
“That wasn’t the plan here,” he laughs. “Wait, shhh.” I try to quiet down, listening for the reason he’s telling me to stop.
“They’re home,” he says.
“Shit,” I tell him.
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 more discreet.
“Fine, it’s time. You’re telling Sam now.”
“Keep those balls in,” he tells me.
Balls. I tried to forget for the fifteen seconds I was thinking about something else, but now my mind is back on the balls and the vibration rattling around inside of my penis fly trap.
“Let’s get this over with,” I tell him. Grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt from my drawer, I dress quickly while trying my hardest not to fall over.
Liam opens the bedroom door and waves his arm out so I can go out first. One step and I trip, catching myself on the wall, falling back into another fit of laughter. “Oh shit, Julia, come on.”
He takes me by the arm and pulls me through the breezeway and over to the stairwell. Stairs. Oh no.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I tell him.
“It’s a great idea, actually.” His lip is pinched between his teeth, and his jaw tightens—balls. Balls are filling my insides.
I take the first step, clutching the railing as if I had two broken legs and I was dragging myself downstairs, gliding down.
“You look ridiculous,” he whispers.
“You’re ridiculous!” I argue. “Look what you’re making me do just so you’ll tell Sam what she should already know.”
“If this is the only way, I mean, I guess it’s worth it, right?” His sarcasm is not appreciated at the moment because the vibrations are moving from the stage of tickling my insides to more of a pulsating sensation. I might orgasm right here in the middle of the stairs. What do they say to do if you’re trying not to finish too fast? Think of something gross. Poop is gross. Vomit is gross. I take another step down, feeling an incredible amount of pleasure roll through me like a wave. Oh God. Um. Green boogers in a sick kid is gross. Farting is gross. Rotting eggs are gross. Another step. I close my eyes, feeling a warmth begin to travel through my core. Oh my—smelly burps are gross. Smelly feet. Cow shit. Another step. No, no, no, no. “Oh my God, oh my—”
“Julia,” Liam mutters, grabbing my arm. “You’re saying that out loud.”
“Oh—oh wow.”
“Julia,” Liam says again.
I clench my thighs together. I can’t think of anything else gross. Shit. That word isn’t even meaning what it should be mean right now.
“Julia,” Liam scolds louder.
I’m breathing heavily and I can’t—I can’t control. “I’m going to—Liam—”
“Jelly-Bean!” Dad shouts from the living room couch.
My eyes flash open, and I just thought of something else to make it all stop, but it doesn’t stop.
“Da—aaad—”
“Are you okay, Julia?” he asks with concern, running toward me. Oh no, don’t come over here.
Liam is now the one in hysterics, but I can’t stop what’s coming.
Dad grabs my arm and tries to help me down
the rest of the steps, but I fall and slide down the remaining three stairs. Again. Orgasming on the way, laughing, moaning, groaning, and screaming a little.
I’m lying flat on the tiled floor in the entryway of the foyer. My legs are bent backward awkwardly, and my arms are sprawled out beside me. “Are you okay?” Dad is hovering over me, and I can’t stop the giggles from pouring back through me.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
Liam appears on the other side of me. “Crap, are you okay? I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not like you pushed her, son,” Dad says.
Yeah, what he did was way worse, I want to tell him.
“Can you get up,” Liam asks as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up to my feet, which is the worst possible place for me to be. The balls are clacking together again.
“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” Dad asks.
“Uh yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. How was the—” Oh no. Again. No. “Uhhh—” Heavy breaths consume me as I look around the room, finding not only Dad, but a woman I haven’t seen before, and Sam, Daniel, and Dylan. They’re all giving me a glare as if they know I’m doing something inappropriate, but at least Dylan is way too young to understand how inappropriate adults can be. Deep breath. Deeeeep breath.
Ohh, that feels good.
“How was the parade?” I manage to get out.
“Oh, it was fantastic,” Dad says. “I wanted to introduce you to Eloise. We met the other night, and I ran into her at the parade.” Dad places his arm around her shoulders and gives her a quick squeeze. Oh my gosh, he’s actually introducing one of his lady friends to me. She must be different than the others, and at least her name isn’t part of the Mambo #5 song. So, that’s good. Could his timing be any worse, though?
“Dad,” I say with excitement, for a couple different reasons.
“Aren’t they adorable?” Sam asks.
Dad blushes but looks at Eloise the way she’s looking at him. There’s a connection there, that’s for sure.
“It’s so nice to—to, oh no, oh, oh—”
“What is going on?” Dad asks.
“Smelly socks. Rotten seafood. Nothing, nothing . . . sorry,” I tell Dad, squeezing my legs together.” Shit. Shit. Shit. “It’s—ah—it’s nice to meet you, Eloise.”“Likewise,” she says, smiling oddly at me.“Tell her,” Daniel says to Dad. “Tell her already.”
Tell me what? Liam’s hand squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back, ready to break every one of his fingers. I can’t stand here much longer, and he still hasn’t said a word to Sam.
“Yes, so I have some exciting news for you, Jelly-Bean.” Dad looks over at Daniel and gives him a thumbs up.“Oh? Ohhhhhhhh.” Oh no, stop.
“Well—” Dad begins, narrowing his eyes at me, silently telling me to cut the shit. “Daniel here offered me a job I can’t refuse.”
I’m having the hardest time focusing, but I know he just said something about a job and working with Daniel. “Job?” I utter.
“Yeah, I’m going to help him manage some of the lots in Ogunquit during the summers and help out with the financials in the off-season. Honestly, I love it here, and I think this might be the best thing for both of us, sweetie. Would you be up for sticking around a little longer?”
Making out every other word as I rein off another wave of amazingness, I try to hold my focus on Dad. “Wait, so you want to stay here?”
“That’s what he just said,” Liam mutters into my ear.
“I think so, Jelly-Bean. I’m hoping you’ll want to stay too.”
Stay? I need these balls out. I don’t know what I’m thinking or agreeing to right now. I just have balls on my mind.
“I was thinking you could keep nannying, and I know you’re going to be looking for an editing job come this fall, but we can take things one day at a time,” Sam offers.
I did manage to hear every word of that, now that I’m feeling crampy between my lower stomach and thighs. I’m tightening my jaw, trying to act like I’ve just heard the most incredible offer in the world because it is, and I’m sort of dying a little at the same time. I’ve been dreading the thought of going back to Indiana.
“Really?” I grunt.
“If that’s what you want. You know, you could even write at night, or when Dylan is at school, and work on those books you were telling me about,” Sam continues.
“I think—oh wow.”
“I’m so glad you’re happy about it!” Sam exclaims.
“Oh my God, oh boy, wow, yes . . .” Stop, stop, stop. More tingling, more pulsating. I tense my butt muscles, trying to make this stop as I grip the edge of the couch. “I would love—ahhhhhh, ohhh.”
“Good, that’s fantastic. You got yourself a deal, girl.” I can’t stop the thrusting of my hips into the side of the couch as if I were a dog humping a guy’s leg. “Oh God, yeah.”
“Julia,” Liam scolds me. “Can you uh . . .” He places his hand gently on my back, and the sensation is like a feather tickling between my legs.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap.
He tears his arm away from me, looking terrified. “Sorry,” he says.
“Don’t—ugh, don’t you have uh something, ooooh, don’t you have something to say to Saaaaaaam, ahhhhh.”
Liam has his hand cupped over his mouth, and he’s red, but I’m redder. I’m extremely embarrassed, but I don’t even care. Everyone in the room, except maybe for Dylan, has to know I’m orgasming right now.
Dylan is laughing at me. “You look like someone is tickling you,” he says.
Everyone snorts at him.
“Are you okay?” Daniel asks. Daniel never says much, but he does look concerned at the moment.
“Yup,” I squeal.
“Liam has somethinnnnn—fuck, oh yeah, fuck.”
“Uh, Julia,” Sam tries to stop me because I’m swearing in front of her son.
“Liam has to tell you something,” I say, breathlessly.
I want to think the orgasm has passed, but I know my body, and I’m pretty sure it hasn’t.
“You do? What’s going on?” she asks him.
“Hey, Dylan, can you go upstairs for a few and try out that new game I downloaded last night?”
Dylan looks around the room suspiciously, and I can tell he doesn’t want to leave, but between my X-rated behavior and Liam’s news, it’s best if he’s not in this room much longer. It would also be best if I weren’t in this room for much longer too. I need to get these balls out before there’s dripping excitement dripping down my leg.
Dylan runs up the stairs and the moment his door closes, Liam clears his throat. This moment should be enough to make the sensation stop. Please, make it stop.
“Sam, I have known something for a while that I should have been honest about. It’s a life-changing topic, which is why I’ve been so worried about telling you.”
“Oh, hon, what’s going on? You’re scaring me,” she says, looking nervous.
“So, you know how Dylan’s dad took off and stuff, right? Obviously, you do,” he rambles.
“Yeah?” she answers, sounding as uncomfortable as I feel right now.
“Well, my dad left me when I was seven, too.”
“Oh, Liam, I’m so sorry. That’s why you’re so good with him, isn’t it?” she questions.
“Yeah,” exasperated, Liam runs his hands through his hair. I squeeze my legs harder trying to make the wave of fun stop for a little longer. “So, after doing some research intowhere my dad went, I learned that he moved to Kennebunkport for a while and was married to a woman named Samantha.”
Sam clutches at her chest and takes a seat on one of the decorative chairs.
Dad gazes around the room, looking awkward, and Daniel just looks confused.
As for me, I probably look like I’m either shitting my pants or having another orgasm. I pull myself down onto the couch, hoping to release some of the pressure, but yeah, of course, it only increases. Oh yeah. I stretch out my legs and lean back, tryi
ng any position I can to pause the sensations.
“So, when I showed up here to introduce myself, you thought I was here for the housecleaning position, and I lied.”
Samantha leans forward and places her hands over her reddening face, pausing for a moment before the sound of laughter escapes her mouth.
“Liam,” she says, pulling her hands away from her face, smiling warmly. “I’ve always known.”
“That Dylan is my half-brother?”
“Yes, and I wasn’t sure if you knew or if it was a coincidence, but I’m just as guilty for keeping it to myself because I was afraid of losing you too. Selfishly, I wanted to keep you here so Dylan had you, even if you were just an employee. Instinctually, you two have always had this bond, and I figured why mess with something that’s already wonderful? Plus, a part of me was scared you might be like your dad and take off when you found out.”
Hearing this makes me forget about the balls for a minute, and I’m shocked beyond belief to know Sam knew this whole time.
“When did you find out?” Liam asks her. He doesn’t seem upset or angry, nor does he have a right to be when he did the exact same thing, but it’s sad that neither of them said a word about it all this time.
“I know you changed your last name to your mother’s maiden name, and I changed Dylan’s to Daniel’s last name, but you two look alike, talk alike, and act alike, so I just kind of knew. I did some research of my own and confirmed what I thought.”
Liam walks over and sits down on the couch, apparently needing a breather, but the bounce from his weight make the balls bounce into me again, and I shriek with laughter.
Of course, everyone looks at me like I’m insane because this is not an appropriate time to be laughing.
“Do you mind if I excuse myself?” I ask. “I’m sure you have a lot to catch up on.”
“Of course. Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam asks.
“Yeah, you look kind of pale, sweetie,” Dad adds in.
“Oh, I’m fine, I just—I’ll be right back.”
Bow legged and all, I jog over to the stairs and pull myself up, laughing half of the way, moaning the other half, screaming obscenities in the hallway leading to my bedroom, and collapsing on the floor after closing the door as I convulse like there’s a jackhammer inside of me. I grab my breasts and arch my back off the ground, going with the groove at this point.
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