BIRTHDAY LIST
Naughty Holiday List 3.5
Willa Edwards
Edited by Annabelle Crawford
BIRTHDAY LIST
Willa Edwards
Copyright 2012 by Willa Edwards
Edited by Annabelle Crawford
Cover design by Winterheart Designs
Smashwords Edition
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
DEDICATION
To all the readers of the Naughty Holiday List series. I hope you find these characters as hard to leave as I do.
BIRTHDAY LIST
Naughty Holiday List Book 3.5
WILLA EDWARDS
Copyright © 2012
Callie turned over, throwing her arm over her eyes to block the sun flaming through her lids. She glanced over at the clock – nine am. Even on a day off, she was incapable of sleeping in.
She slid her hand over the pillow next to her, still warm from Eric. Unlike her, he didn't get a spring break. He'd talked about taking some time off while she was on break, but true to form, one of his charges had a competition and he couldn't miss it. He was completely devoted to those kids. Callie smiled. She loved that about him. His giant heart and his loving devotion to the handicapped kids he worked with. That kind of caring was sexier than washboard abs any day, though Eric had those too.
She rolled over, stuffing her face into the pillow and inhaling deeply. His masculine smell tickled her nostrils. Wetness dripped between her legs. The only problem with his big caring heart was he wasn't here with her.
She had all kinds of fun plans for the break, including joining Amy, Krista and Giselle for a Mirage concert. Mallory, one of their best friends and Mirage girlfriend, had even sent them backstage passes to spend the evening with her and her guys. But she’d rather spend the whole time in bed with Eric, screwing him every way she could think of, and a few more. Especially today.
Every man deserved a good morning fuck to start off his birthday.
She moaned softly, an ache beginning between her legs. "Damn I wish he was here right now." She ran her fingers down her body, caressing her chest. She grazed her peaked nipples, already awake and ready, long before the rest of her. She pinched and tugged them through her thin tank top, imagining it was Eric’s mouth nipping at her. She arched her back, the deep tugs zinging down her body, straight to her clit.
She slid her other hand down her chest, along her stomach, to the spot aching for attention. Slipping her fingers inside the elastic waistband of her underwear, she experimentally brushed along her slit, finding the flesh there already slippery and tingling. It had been so long since she’d touched herself. With Eric in her bed every night, she had no need to.
In three years of friendship, she never guessed he was so talented with his tongue or fingers. Just the thought of him could make her this crazy – this aroused. When she reflected about all the time they’d wasted, she always felt a little sad. But she had him now, and that’s what mattered.
She rubbed her thumb across her clit, arching her hips into her own hand. Her heart pounded in her ears. She moaned, imagining it was Eric’s hands touching her. Stuffing three fingers into her pussy, she thrust them deep, dreaming they were Eric’s cock inside her. She continued to pull at her nipples, twisting the swollen tips between her fingers.
Goosebumps rose across her chest. Her nipples and clit ached. The muscles of her thighs shivered and quaked. Her pussy rippled around her fingers and her breath became raspy. On the last deep thrust of her fingers, she pushed down on her clit. The pressure sent all her nerves into overdrive. She screamed out, her entire body shaking. Sweat beaded along the back of her neck. Her nipples tightened into hard nubs beneath her touch.
Her pussy continued to clench around her fingers, her clit vibrating as the pleasure ripped through her body. She gave a little moan, biting down on her lip as she came. Replete, she relaxed into the soft bed beneath her. It wasn’t nearly as good as coming with Eric, especially the lack of his warm arms around her and his soft whispered words of love. But it’d be enough to hold her off until tonight, or at least until the moment he walked in the door. She made no promises after that. Who didn’t love a little pre-dinner birthday hanky-panky?
She rolled over into the still warm spot on the other side of the bed. Something crinkled beneath her and she let out a little shriek. Startled, she leaned back and stared down at the object. Across Eric’s side, in the neighborhood of where his chest would have been, a white piece of paper lay on the sheet. A red rose, now slightly flattened, lay across the page.
Sitting up, she picked up the flower and drew it to her nose. The smell was sweet and fresh, more pungent for her unintentional muddling. She picked up the paper, pulling it close and read the title written across the top. What I Want Callie To Do To Me. Her temperature climbed as she read each line. Her man had a very naughty streak. And she loved it.
Callie smiled. The list was very similar to the one she'd made three months ago. The list Eric had found and snuck into her home this Christmas Eve to fulfill the first three fantasies. They hadn’t made it all the way through her list yet – mostly because she kept sneaking additional items onto the page. She was pretty sure he knew she’d continued to add new wishes, but he’d never complained.
Ever since their first night together, Eric had made all her dreams come true. In and out of the bedroom. Now she had the opportunity to return the favor.
She pushed the hair back from her face, smiling as a naughty idea began to form in her mind. She jumped from the bed, composing a whole new set of to-dos. She already had a present for Eric wrapped and hidden under the dining room table, but she didn’t see any problem with adding a little more celebration to his birthday.
Smiling to herself, she grabbed the paper and rose. She ran to the kitchen, ready to put her new birthday surprise into action. If she had anything to say about it, this would be Eric’s best birthday ever.
***
Using the key she'd given him a month ago, Eric walked into Callie's house, much later than he’d hoped. He’d planned to take a half day and spend the rest of his birthday with Callie. But as usual, he’d been roped into staying longer than he’d wanted.
An eerie quiet settled over him and his nerves jangled as he walked into the house. Though Callie wasn't a loud person, it was rarely silent when she was home. Callie was always doing something – cleaning the house, watching ESPN, or preparing lessons for her elementary gym classes. Tonight Eric could have heard a pin drop in the still air, though he doubted Callie even owned one.
"Babe," he called out, slipping his coat off and hanging it on the rack just inside the door.
"Yeah," her voice echoed back to him bright and sweet. Eric heaved a sigh of relief. Nothing was wrong. No crazed murderer had broken into the house and tied her up. He, of all people, knew how easily that could be done. Though he’d installed a new, sturdier deadbolt since then.
"Where are you?" He hollered back, walking through the house. He crept past the silent dark living room.
"I'm in the dining room. Come get me!" There was a giggle to her voice that made his stomach clench and his cock harden against his stiff denim jeans. He knew that giggle. He knew that bright tone. Over the last three months he'd come to love it. He could hardly remember his life before her naughty giggles had filled his nights. He didn't even want to remember the time before her. This was so much better.
"What are you doing i
n the dining room?"
Unlike some of her friends, Callie wasn't the domestic type. She rarely used any item in her kitchen beyond a microwave to heat up frozen pizzas and her fridge to keep soda cold. If the preparation didn’t include plastic, cardboard, or paper plates, she didn’t cook it. Not that it mattered to him. He’d much prefer she spent her time in bed with him, than in the kitchen cooking. He couldn't remember the last time he’d been in the dining room.
"Come and find me. You'll see." Her voice was husky, whispering through his whole body.
Damn! Just her voice was enough to turn him on so much it hurt. His balls ached as he walked, each step vibrating through him and settling with a dull pain in his crotch. He sped up anyway, needing to be close to her.
Calm down! He took a deep breath, attempting to soothe his raging hormones. She’d probably just splurged and gotten him a birthday cake or maybe a nice take-out dinner. If he didn't calm his raging libido it would be the most painful dinner he ever sat through.
"Babe, you didn't have to go to all this trouble for my birthday—" The words died on his lips as he turned the corner. His breath caught in his lungs. Callie lay across the table, completely naked, adorned with the array of foods she’d spread out across her body.
Her hands were bound together with red licorice. Though he doubted the candy could keep her contained – with one good bite she’d be free – but the sight still drew an audible moan from him and his gut clenched. His little red hellion loved to be tied up, bound and whimpering beneath him. That he was the only one to ever rope her made him crazy. Clenched between her tied hands, she held a bottle of dark beer.
Onion rings encircled her breasts and her nipples were a slightly darker shade than usual. The waft of barbeque sauce floated through the room, though he couldn’t tell exactly where the scent was coming from. Pretzels marched down her body in a neat line, starting between her breasts, across her stomach, all the way to the junction of her legs. He groaned as his eyes travelled down her nakedness. Resting between her legs – right across her pussy – sat a decorated birthday cake, complete with candles. Though they were unlit.
"Happy Birthday, honey," she whispered in a deep breathy voice that would give Marilyn Monroe a run for her money.
Eric stared at her. His mouth hung open, drool no doubt running down his chin. Not that he cared. There was no one there to see him act like a high school dork about to get lucky for the first time. Only Callie. His cock hardened further, standing at full salute in his pants. The rough denim burned along his length.
"Don't you like you're birthday present?" Callie's bottom lip puffed out in a little pout, but her eyes still gleamed with wicked intent. Her gaze crept down to his crotch, where he no doubt sported a sizable pop-tent.
He nodded dumbly, speech completely beyond him. His eyes continued to scan up and down her length, taking in each delectable treat she’d decorated herself with, and the equally desirable form beneath it all. Legs that went on for miles, shapely and smooth. Firm breasts, just the right size to fit his hands. Topped with her lovely face. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
"It was on your list…" She bit her lower lip, her eyes gazing up at him with concern, a taste of hesitance to her words. The tone shot straight through the haze of his arousal. He hadn’t meant to make her self-conscious. It was so easy for him to forget the timid woman Callie had been only months ago, still hurting from the betrayal of her ex-fiancé.
Just the thought of her ex had him steaming. It was bad enough Josh had been a liar and had used Callie for his own reasons, for his fucking image, but he’d also managed to strip her of all her confidence. Eric had done everything he could to make her feel comfortable in her own skin again, but clearly the doubts still remained. He hated it. His Callie, sprawled invitingly across the dining room table, was the best surprise he'd ever received. He didn't want her to ever question that.
He walked the remaining steps to the table, grabbing the beer from her hands and deposited the slippery bottle on the surface beside her. He leaned over, dropping his lips to hers. He enveloped her mouth, sucking in her lower lip and nipping at the fleshy lobe. She moaned beneath him, arching her back, eating at his mouth with equal ferocity.
He looked at her, his breath ragged and his heart pounding – how could she not see how gorgeous she was? How much he loved her? It must be written all over his face. He tried to fill his gaze with as much love and admiration as he felt. He hoped she knew how much he loved her. He loved her more than anything in this world. He loved everything she did, especially naked. And he’d do anything for her in return. Hell, he'd let her paint his toes if it made her smile.
"It’s a great surprise baby." He smiled down at her, scanning her body from eyebrows to toes in hungry appreciation. His mouth watered, gazing down at the food decorated body. "It’s just… not what I was… expecting. I was thinking of something… more… romantic – like shrimp or chocolate covered strawberries. Not the type of snacks we eat watching football."
"You’re allergic to shellfish, and you hate chocolate covered strawberries. You said it’s a waste of chocolate. I wanted to use foods you like – not ones I like." She winked up at him. “You’re the one who’s going to be eating them, not me.”
He smiled down at her and a deep rumbling growl crawled up through his chest. His vision a touch cloudy. "I never thought of it like that."
"Besides I like watching football with you." She licked her lips deliberately, her eyes shining with glee.
He moaned, his cock transforming into a wooden pole in his pants. His nuts pulled up in anticipation. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she smiled when she spied the large bulge her comment created. “Appears you do too?”
Visions of last Sunday flashed before his eyes, Callie kneeling between his legs, his cock thrust between her lips. Her wicked mouth sucked him up and down until he couldn't focus on the game any longer. That was the best bet he’d ever made. Thank God the Giants had pulled out that touchdown in the ten minutes before half time. Not that it would have been bad to lose. Spending the third quarter buried between Callie's legs wouldn't have been a horrible way to pass the time either.
He leaned down and licked her left nipple. Callie moaned and thrust her breast higher. Her hands flopped against the table as she attempted to reach for him, the licorice holding them still bound.
"Mmm." That’s where the delectable barbeque smell was coming from. She had daubed both of her nipples, from the looks of it, with barbeque sauce. He licked his lips, his eyes fastened on the tight little barbeque covered points. "I do love ribs." He smiled before dipping to suck at her nipples and sliding his hands around her ribs.
Beneath his mouth Callie moaned, squirming across the table. The onion ring encircling her right breast scraped against his chin and the space between his lips and nose. He continued to suck her around the scratching, rolling her nipple between his lips.
"Eric," she moaned, her voice breathy and desperate.
He loved it when she sounded like that. Like she was seconds away from coming. And even more, he loved playing with her, holding her right there on that edge for hours. His Callie. Completely at his mercy.
"What babe?" He whispered against her nipple, using the flat of his tongue to swipe the point one more time. "I'm just enjoying my snack."
She let out a desperate moan, which only made him want to torture her more. She clamped her thighs together. The cake shook and shivered from her movements, dancing above her pussy.
He wrapped his mouth around her breast, using his teeth to pull the onion ring up and into his mouth. Deliberately grazing her sensitive skin with the crispy coating as he did so. "Delicious." He chewed the beer batter and onion, the taste of Callie on his lips an extra bonus.
Eric leaned across the table, reaching for her other breast, and repeated the same movements. He licked the barbeque sauce off in long luscious swipes, until she pleaded for him to never stop. Sweat dampened her skin, gl
istening in the valley between her breasts. She shivered and shifted towards him. The pretzels marching down her stomach remained planted, glued in line by her sweat.
He pulled back, meeting her eyes. Her lips were swollen from her teeth and his kisses. Her fiery hair tangled around her face, her eyes glassy and dark.
"You're right, baby. This was a much better idea than chocolate or whipped cream." He stooped down, plucking one of the twisted treats from her stomach. He licked and kissed her skin as he pulled the snack into his mouth. "There’s only so many sweets one can eat. But pretzels,” he moved an inch further down her body, sucking up another snack just above her navel. She moaned as his tongue darted into the sensitive dip of her belly button. "…I can eat them all day long."
"I know," she moaned, thrusting her hips towards his mouth. He scooped up another pretzel, nipping on her stomach an inch from her where his birthday cake sat covering the best treat of all.
"But they are making me pretty thirst." He stood up and she released a desperate whine.
He picked up the bottle of beer beside her and took a long deep swig. The bottle was sweaty and cold. The foamy liquid slid down his throat, washing away the remaining pretzel bits from his mouth. But he didn’t taste any of it with Callie’s hungry eyes fastened on him. Watching him with more interest than the starting kickoff of the super bowl. As if nothing else existed.
He smiled, a wicked idea forming in his mind. "This is good beer, but I can think of a way to make it better."
Callie watched as he tipped the bottle and poured a third of it across her stomach. She let out a hiss as the cool liquid splattered against her heated skin. He bent over her, running his tongue along her belly and sucking up some of the frothy brew. The earthy taste of malt, hops and Callie mingled in his mouth. His lips ran across the slight ridges of her abdomen, and she squealed when he sucked the liquid from the indent of her navel.
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