Last Wish

by Shelley Munro

  Yeah. Zane liked the thought of that. Maintaining eye contact, he yanked off his shirt, paused, and decided it was bloody uncomfortable wearing jeans. Without another thought, he popped the metal button fastening and tugged down his zipper, almost groaning out loud at the sheer relief when the tight denim peeled away from his cock. He pushed the jeans down his hips and legs, stepping out of them.

  “Don’t leave me in suspense,” Dillon said, stepping back to watch. A quizzical smile tugged at his lips while his brown eyes darkened with something Zane thought was lust. For him. The thought brought joy and the need to tease, as Dillon had teased him. Without a second thought, he dragged off his plain blue boxers and kicked them aside to pose for the other man.

  Dillon circled him in a slow prowl and Zane could literally feel his touch even though several feet separated them. Anticipation pulsed through him. Hurry. Now. He needed relief. Impatiently he waited until the human faced him again. “Well?”

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I don’t know where to touch first.”

  “Would you like me to give you a hint?”

  “Nah, I can do this on my own,” the human drawled. “I have a few clues. Close your eyes again and don’t open them until I say you can. Do it!”

  Zane’s pulse spiked at the order. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited, part apprehensive and part excited about what Dillon might do to him. He strained to hear, desperate for a clue as to what might happen next while arousal simmered in his gut. His dick lengthened even more, bringing tension. He suspected if he opened his eyes and glanced down, he’d see pre-cum beading on the tip of his cock. All this and they’d barely touched.

  The first touch was so soft and delicate, he thought he’d imagined it—a mere stroke of tongue across his tip. Holding his breath, Zane waited for more until pressure in his lungs reminded him to breathe. Just when he sucked in a deep breath, he felt a warm mouth surround him. The light flick of a tongue over his slit and soft suction made him realize this was more than imagination. It was bloody heaven.

  “Please, please can I watch?” he murmured, his voice low and guttural. Husky with longing. Zane swallowed, waiting for permission.

  “You may watch this time.” Unfortunately Dillon had to release his cock in order to speak, but the reply brought a smile. It wasn’t all bad.

  He waited with heart thudding for the human’s warm mouth to engulf him again. When it happened, he opened his eyes and looked down. Dillon met his gaze and grinned as much as he could given his mouth was stuffed full of cock.

  Hot. It was so damned hot seeing the sexy lips wrapped around him and the feel… The feel of that burning-hot mouth surrounding him, the suction and the stroking of Dillon’s tongue lapping at his crown…it was indescribable. It was too much. Already he felt the preceding tingle at the base of his spine foretelling orgasm. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, to make it last longer, but the human was talented and seemed to instinctively know what he’d like and how he liked it. He laved the sensitive underside and traced the heavy vein running along his length.

  Zane couldn’t help it. His hips jerked and he thrust into the human’s mouth. He tried to keep his strokes slow and steady, but the man sucking him so sweetly, pulled him nearer. The tip of his cock went deep. He gasped and drew back, not wanting Dillon to choke but the tight grasp on his hips forced him back. Zane gave up the fight and thrust steadily, fascinated by the way Dillon’s mouth moved and the way his tongue teased him. Zane curled his fingers through the silky strands of the man’s blond hair and held tight. His eyes slid closed without volition to better enjoy the rush of pleasure, the feel of that soft mouth stimulating him. He came in an explosive rush, the sensation so good it was almost painful, his groan echoing in the sunny bedroom. Gradually he eased his grip on Dillon’s hair and would have pulled away but the other man held him in place, swallowing then gently cleaning him off before he pushed away and climbed to his feet.

  With a lump choking his throat, Zane pulled him into a tight hug, gratitude plus the hum of continuing pleasure robbing him of speech. Finally, instead of trying to speak he kissed the human, pouring every ounce of emotion he felt into the kiss. He tasted himself on Dillon’s mouth, his cock jerking to life again at the thought of a repeat. By the deities, that had felt good and he wanted to return the pleasure tenfold. The idea that someone else would put his needs first still had the power to unman him. It had never happened before. Genies served. Zane deepened the kiss, sliding their tongues together and starting up a slow surge and retreat that duplicated the act of sex.

  “Enough.” Dillon pulled away from him, panting.

  Zane looked at him. A dull red highlighted the human’s cheeks while his lips were deep red and swollen from their passionate kisses. Mine, he thought, for as long as he’ll have me. “You are finished?” Hell, he hoped not.

  The human cursed and ripped his T-shirt over his head. “Fuck, no!” He gestured at the bulge in his jeans. “Does this look like I’ve finished?”

  “Maybe not, but I don’t know much about people in this town. As far as I’m concerned, it could be a weird sexual ritual I haven’t heard about.” It was difficult to maintain a passive expression but he managed.

  “On the bed,” Dillon ordered.

  “Only because you ask so nicely.” Zane strode over to the king-size bed and climbed onto the covers. He noticed sturdy brackets attached to the headboard and a quick glance at the foot of the bed confirmed the thought that popped into his mind. Dillon liked bondage. For some reason the thought didn’t bother him as much as it might have the previous evening while he was waiting for a summons. Then, he had craved freedom so badly he hadn’t slept and being bound and helpless in any manner wouldn’t have sat well. But now having met Dillon, he wasn’t quite sure where his boundaries lay. Time would tell if he misjudged the other man.

  His brows rose when the human shed his remaining clothes. The man was very well endowed and a desperate one, judging by the set and determined face.

  Acute anticipation crawled through his veins when the human prowled toward him. The glint in his brown eyes and the intense stare enforced the predator simile. Zane licked his lips, more than ready for round two. “How do you want me?”

  “Let me count the ways,” Dillon snapped back with a wide and very suggestive grin. “But this time I’m going to take you from behind. Hard and fast once you’re ready for me.”

  Hell, yeah. Watching porn movies on cable wasn’t the same. Jerking off wasn’t the same. “Works for me.” Zane couldn’t contain his smirk, not that he tried very hard. Talk about understatement. Anything sounded bloody good right now. Without conscience thought, he palmed his growing erection.

  “Hands off,” the human barked. “Assume the position.”

  Zane’s brows rose. Their gazes connected and held for a long moment before his breath hissed out. Slowly he turned away, rising on his hands and knees.

  A drawer rattled at the side of the bed. When he turned his head, he saw Dillon rifling though the contents. Finally soft satisfaction sounded. The other man scooped out several items but too quickly for him to identify.

  “You do not have to use condoms with me,” he said. “Genies do not suffer from diseases. We can not get sick since it would interfere with our job.”

  The drawer slammed shut and the mattress depressed when the human moved behind him.

  “That’s interesting, but if you’re going to lose your magical powers, you need to get used to condoms. Widen your stance.”

  More orders. Instead of alarm and resentment, each demand actually brought a sizzle of sensual awareness. His skin prickled from head to foot and each breath he took seemed abnormally loud. Slowly he obeyed the barked order, moving one hand and knee at the time. Each slow movement pulled on his muscles—his shoulders and chest. His butt flexed and for an instant, he felt an agreeable pull across his upper thighs. The move arrowed straight to his groin and a low moan escaped. The anticipation was going to do him
in far more quickly than anything Dillon could do. He wanted to demand the other man hurry, but bit back the plea. He could do patience because after all, he’d had plenty of practice.

  “A bit more. I want to see you spread out and ready.”

  A jagged bolt of excitement shot through his veins and his heart gave a distinct stutter before pumping into a racy beat. Zane repeated the move, keeping it slow, purposeful, and again enjoying the play of his muscles and the light sway of his erect cock. Once he’d followed the order, he waited, a slight tremor rushing the length of his body.

  Dillon moved farther behind him, out of his line of sight. When was the other man going to touch him? When? And more to the point, how? Zane didn’t care. All he wanted was for the waiting to end and pleasure and satisfaction to take over.

  A clock ticked over at the far side of the room and a cow mooed outside. The foreign sound was enough to make him smile and really believe he was outside his vessel.

  Then he felt it.

  Unsure at first if it was his imagination, he tensed.

  “Relax. I would never do anything to hurt you—not unless it was something we both agreed on beforehand. I’m touching you. Exploring. That’s all. There’s nothing to alarm you.”

  Zane opened his mouth to reply when he felt something brush down his spine. He shivered, attempting to relax as Dillon bid him. It wasn’t easy. The other man skimmed the soft object over his back, across one buttock and brushed it over his inner thigh. He caught sight of a brush that looked like a butter brush but the bristles were petal soft. With each stroke of the brush, his skin became even more sensitive. A stroke across his balls made his cock jolt, his breathing deepen and become close to a pant. Part of him wanted to demand that Dillon hurry while the other part was enjoying the slow buildup of pleasure and the exquisite care the other man was taking to arouse him, to arouse them both.

  A new touch brought a jump in his pulse rate. Lips. He was sure Dillon had kissed him on the butt. Zane fought the urge to wiggle his ass like a pleased puppy.

  “You have a stunning ass.”

  “Plenty of time to exercise in my vessel while I wait for my next assignment,” Zane said.

  “I hope that doesn’t mean you’re going to let yourself go now you’ve decided it’s time to move on to something else. That would be a crying shame.”

  If Dillon would keep worshiping him in this manner or even better fuck him, Zane knew he’d do almost anything for the other man. Except grant him more wishes. That wasn’t going to happen.

  Lips caressed his ass again, slipping into the dip between his buttocks. Zane gasped, waiting for more. This time Dillon licked all the way down to his puckered entrance, sending jolts throughout him. His dick reared in reaction.

  “Please, please do that again,” he whispered.

  “Oh I intend to,” the human said with sultry promise. His tongue made another sweeping pass, extracting another loud pant from Zane. That felt so good. He settled in, waiting for more, then to his acute disappointment, Dillon stopped. The man backed away and Zane felt nothing. His cock throbbed while his entrance felt damp, his entire body aching and needy.

  “Why did you stop?” he demanded, intending to move and end this pointless torture.

  “I haven’t stopped,” Dillon said. “I’m merely moving on to the next stage.”

  “Oh.” Zane wasn’t sure he wished to experience the next stage. He just wanted to come. “I’m becoming impatient.”

  “I know.” Clear laughter shaded Dillon’s voice. “You’ve become so used to instant gratification you’ve forgotten that half the pleasure is in the buildup.”

  “I—” Maybe the human was right. In the past, if he wanted anything, he wished it and it was. Possessions meant nothing when he was able to come by them so easily. Maybe that was part of the reason he’d started to feel such dissatisfaction with his profession. He needed a challenge. “Maybe,” he conceded. Something to think about in the days to come.

  “I’m right. Just wait. When you finally come again, it will be really good.”

  “It’d better be. I’m holding you personally responsible.” Zane smiled as he made the threat.

  “Oh you’ll like this next stage. I promise.”

  Zane wondered if he’d explode from the sound of human’s sexy voice. A possibility since it was smoky and low and brought a rash of goose bumps to his skin whenever the man spoke to him in that particular tone. They were in direct contrast to the heat simmering through his veins.

  He smelled the rich, evocative scent of sandalwood seconds before the cool liquid hit his skin. It was a wonder steam didn’t come off his ass, such was the contrast between the oil Dillon smoothed into his skin and the fiery heat the slow, gradual arousal had generated inside. Zane felt the liquid trickle between his buttocks. Dillon’s fingers chased the liquid, soothing it across his rosette. Back and forth. Back and forth. Zane’s eyes drifted shut and he opened his senses to the experience. The gentle massage of Dillon’s fingers moved onward. He gripped Zane’s cock and gave it a slow, steady pump. The calloused hand felt great against his smooth cock. The exotic sandalwood made him think of the Far East and the pleasures he’d experienced there once or twice while the quiet tick of the clock and the cheep of a bird anchored him in the present. Dillon. The man knew how to taunt and tease a lover, to drive him high and keep him there.

  Dillon removed his hands, making Zane want to howl in outrage. Instead he remained exactly where he was, head bowed and eyes closed while he waited. The other man smoothed more liquid—he’d decided it was some form of oil—over his butt and teased his hole. This time he inserted one finger inside. Zane quit breathing for a few seconds, his world zeroing in on the feeling of that lone finger pleasuring him. Like a finely tuned musical instrument, he quivered. Damn, he’d play a tune too if Dillon didn’t stop teasing him. A man wasn’t made to take this much tension. He certainly wasn’t meant to wait, even if the delay had him so turned on he thought he might explode.

  “I can’t do this,” he said quietly.

  The human seemed to know exactly what he meant. “You can. You will.”

  Dillon pushed the finger deeper, the intrusion feeling damn good. Apart from the fact that it wasn’t enough. He needed the other man’s cock thrusting steadily into him. That was what he needed.

  “Not much longer now,” the human soothed, sensing Zane was at the end of his tenuous control. He withdrew his finger, leaving him aching, throbbing. Needing.

  Zane heard the lid of a bottle opening, smelled another hit of the evocative sandalwood. The oil flooded his entrance and a squelch sounded when Dillon pushed two and then three fingers inside. The added fingers brought a twinge of pain, a sense of stretching. It had been a while but Zane knew it would be good. He would reach beyond the pain to pleasure so good that his toes curled.

  Dillon pushed his fingers inside and the discomfort eased. Slowly, he stretched him, driving Zane closer to the pleasure he knew awaited. The other man angled the strokes, grazing across his gland. A hiss emerged, making the human laugh.

  “Well, hell. I think I might be doing it right,” he said, another rich chuckle filling the bedroom.

  “If you do it any better, it’s going to be all over,” Zane muttered through clenched teeth.

  “Good. Sounds like it’s time to move on.”

  “At last!”

  Dillon removed his fingers, leaving him feeling empty. Needy. Fuck, call it desperate because that was what it boiled down to. A quiver racked his body, bringing a trace of vulnerability with it. He wanted to beg the other man to take him, to pound into his ass and bring them both pleasure. The concept terrified as much as it surprised him. Aware he was in danger of blurting out words a genie should never say aloud and especially one who craved freedom, he bit down on his bottom lip until the coppery taste of blood flowed across the tip of his tongue. The throb of emptiness was an echo inside his mind, a depiction of his life, but he shoved aside his unease, remind
ing himself he wanted Dillon.

  The sharp sound of foil ripping jerked him from thoughts verging on self-pity. His injured lip curled into a grimace. Bloody losing it. He felt the drift of fingers across his butt and suppressed a shiver. Enjoy the moment. That was exactly what he needed to do and cut himself some slack. Lack of sex had turned his brain to mush. Given a good pounding by Dillon, he’d be back to normal. Strong. In control. A free man. Before he could analyze and angst some more, the human cupped his hip with a warm hand. The gentle touch grounded him and drove away the residual inner panic.

  “Are you ready?”

  He felt the blunt tip of Dillon’s cock at his entrance. His gut flip-flopped with excitement. “Fuck me.”

  The pressure increased and with it his excitement. Balanced on a tightrope of pleasure and pain, he attempted to relax. The other man kept up the pressure until he breached the ring of muscle, all the while stroking him, pressing kisses on his back and shoulders before letting his hands wander at will. A pinch here. A kiss there. It was a slow and careful entrance, an easy surge and retreat until Zane took all of him.

  Fully impaled, he paused, his breath hot against Zane’s neck. “How does that feel?”

  “Good.” A bloody understatement, but he didn’t want to burst his macho act by babbling.

  “Only good?” Dillon’s laugh was contagious and brought a twitch of a grin to him. “Let’s see if I can take it up to brilliant.”

  And send him cross-eyed? His grin died as he acknowledged the truth. A future between them was impossible. He couldn’t allow his feelings and gratitude to Dillon to blind him to the truth. Eventually he needed to strike out on his own and establish a new life—ultimately one where magic didn’t exist. In that moment, he acknowledged a truth. It took time for the magic to fade from a retired genie, time for the genie to become wholly human again and the memories of his magical service to fade. Hasim wasn’t one for playing by the rules. He had to keep his wits about him or else face recapture.