“Jesus, Luke, get some goddamn clothes on.”
“Oh God…” Jane gulped, her eyes wide as she had no choice but to stare up at the nude man draped above her. Her gaze moved helplessly to his cock.
“But I quite adore him naked.” That from Jennie, her sultry voice laced with mischief.
“Jennie. So, the genie returns. Go ahead, show yourself.”
Vince heard a snap of fingers and she appeared above him, hovering in the same position as Luke, though propped on the opposite side facing him. And in the buff as all gorgeous get-out. He couldn’t help but sweep his gaze over her. Hell, he had no other choice. She floated mere inches above him. Her seductive, tropical-laced scent filled his lungs, tantalizing, playing havoc on his already throbbing tool. To have Jane at his side, knowing she saw the same stimulating sights he did, and an attractive, nude couple all just out of reach, was pure torture.
And plain mean.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“My husband and I were just about to make love. We thought,” Jennie purred, reaching over to stroke Luke’s rod, eliciting an instant groan from him, “that we’d share it with you two stubborn islanders.”
“Vince? You know Luke?” Jane croaked.
“Oh, yeah. I know the bastard all right.” He couldn’t take his eyes from Jennie’s expert talent, and he longed to have Jane’s hand around him in much the same manner.
“But he’s a genie. Where did you ever meet a genie?” Jane asked, wide-eyed.
“Genie? Like Jennie?”
“That’s right, pal,” Luke said on a groan, his eyelids fluttering as Jennie reached down, wetted her hand with her own juices, then resumed her expert hand caressing. “A lot has changed since I last saw you years ago. I’ve died and gone to Xanthian heaven, gotten married. And I’m enjoying—ah! My eternal life immensely.”
“So this is your doing, all of this?”
Luke chuckled deep and wicked from the depths of his soul. His voice echoed softly in the fire-lit room. The mixed scent of smoke and sexual arousal filled the cottage. “No, not all of it. My Jennie, here, she’s got an important job to do, and I’m happily assisting her. But I did suggest you as her very first mission to repair.”
“Repair? What the fuck do you mean by that?”
Luke reached over and cupped one of Jennie’s breasts. The dark nipple sprang to life. Her full cherry lips pursed and forced out a whimper. Vince itched to reach up and sample the other globe, but his body remained immobile.
“Just like my lover told you when you released her from the bottle. It’s a sorry life you’ve got there. Time to do something about it. So here you are.”
“With a strange woman on a strange island—with weird fucking goings-on?” He ignored the grind of Jane’s teeth, the sudden huffs of breath that escaped her nostrils. “You’ve lost your damn mind, Luke Slayton. Must have had a shortage of oxygen when you died, there, pal. And I hardly see how my life is any of your freaking business.”
Luke’s eyes narrowed and aqua flames ignited there. “Though you’re standing—um, laying, rather—on shaky ground, asshole, you’re my best friend. You’ve had a…situation going on right under your cocky nose for many years. Now if you’d just open your eyes, trust your instincts, quit ignoring them and take a good look, you might understand. I want you to be happy again. Because I care about your life, man. That’s all.”
“And what about me?” Jane demanded, her face set concrete-permanent with anger. “I don’t know…any of you. Why me? Why did you abduct me and force me to endure…him?”
Jennie winked at Jane, her eyes glittering gold nuggets in the firelight. “You already know the answer to that, Jane. Now if you’d just open your heart and dispense with the martyrdom, you just might get some long-awaited answers.”
Jane gasped. “Martyrdom? You bitch. How dare you accuse me of such a thing?” She struggled against the force that held her in place, and Vince could see in her eyes that if Jane were free, Jennie just might be a dead genie by now.
Jennie threw her head back and giggled, her long raven hair falling down to tickle Vince’s cheek. He wiggled his nose and blew the silky lock away.
“Jane, honey, if it weren’t for the fact you’ve been banished into your own bottle of pain for over four years, I’d show you just how much of a bitch I can be. But,” she said with a smile vaguely rimmed with sarcasm, “I’m a good genie, here to attain a wondrous goal. And that does not include punishing you at the moment.”
A tear of frustrated ire pooled in the corner of Jane’s eye. “Then release me. This is cruel, and definitely a punishment I don’t deserve.”
“Oh, that’s debatable. I will say, however, that this will be your punishment.” She sat up and reached for Luke’s erection. “But believe me, it won’t hurt you in the least.” And she ducked her head, swallowing up her husband’s cock.
Luke tossed back his head and moaned, “Yes! Oh Jennie, I thought we’d never get back to this. Ah, yes, baby. Yes!”
She ringed him with her hand, opening her mouth wide and bobbing up and down on his stiffness. Her other hand cupped his balls, massaging expertly so that he grunted his approval. Vince’s hands struggled to fist beneath the paralyzing blanket. He longed to stab his hands into Jane’s hair just the way Luke did Jennie’s, guiding her blowjob. The two floated above him and Jane, their bodies spinning together this way and that. The movement left nothing to the imagination. They were forced to observe the lovemaking from every arousing angle. Scents and lusty aromas wafted beneath Vince’s nose, making his blood pound as it coursed through his veins. His cock filled with a desperate need to plunge into wet, tight softness.
He heard a soft whimper from Jane and turned to see her mouth in an O. She kept shutting her eyes in defiance then opening them, obviously unable to resist the show. Panting in obvious arousal, her curiosity forced her to observe the two bodies above them. Just watching her watch them turned him on to such a degree, he vowed at that moment that he would have her before this dream was over. And if the genies released him after this mandatory voyeurism session, he would have her now. That he knew with every ounce of his being. He glanced down and studied the voluptuous curves of her body. Dark areolas stood tight and proud, peaked upon her breasts. Her legs were held in place, spread, ready for his entry, and he could swear he saw pearl-like beads of her juices glistening on the dark blonde curls of her mons. He licked his lips, imagining lapping up that nectar, almost tasting the sweet, salty flavor in his mouth already.
His eyes drifted back to the sexy performance. The firelight played on every nuance of their bodies, bathing them in a passionate glow as Luke yanked Jennie’s head up and devoured her mouth. Stabbing his hand into her hair, he spun her around so that he sat up with her cunt in his face. Vince could smell the musky scent of her, and the torture of watching his best friend dine on fresh, eager pussy nearly pushed him over the edge. Hands and mouths were everywhere, on breasts plucking at nipples, skimming asses, fingering assholes, cupping balls and stroking hard and soft flesh. The two sex-crazed genies couldn’t get enough of each other, and their very vocal, robust intent became apparent. To be turned on and to turn on, to bring forth a sexual craze in their spectators that could not be denied—and to slake their own lust.
“Ah, Jesus, Luke.” He raised his head, tried to escape the invisible blanket that pinned them to the bed. “You’re a cruel bastard.”
Luke merely chuckled deep, his voice muffled by silky folds and Jennie’s very strident cries of passion. The three-dimensional form of their bodies spun then, so that he could see up-close-and-personal the sudden penetration of Jennie’s slit with Luke’s enormous cock.
Vince groaned in unison with them, delighted when the sweet song of Jane’s reluctant moan carried to his ears. He sympathized completely with her torment. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the fucking motions as the genie’s crotches loomed close, spraying out the mouth-watering scent of sex. He was sure
even Jane could smell it. There was no way she could miss every glistening bump, bulge and hole as Jennie got fucked by her husband before their very captive eyes. With the exception of touch, each of Vince’s senses were heightened and bombarded by the blatant acts before him. The knowledge that Jane had to be feeling the same depth of arousal he felt only intensified his suffering.
Just when he thought he could take the agony no more, just when he swore he’d come without a single bit of physical stimulation, Jennie screamed her release.
“Oh, stars!” she moaned, clutching Luke to her naked breast.
Astonished, Vince stared agog as her eyes turned a flaming ruby-red. “Yes! Oh gods, yes!” she cried.
Luke grunted, his large hands clutching Jennie’s ass cheeks so far open, Vince could see her tight little asshole spasm with her endless orgasm. Luke buried his face in her neck and groaned, “Finally. Ah, my Jennie in a bottle…” Still hungry, he claimed one nipple and drew it into his mouth.
The movement pushed her over that final edge. They shattered into tiny, multi-colored diamonds. Their unison cry of bliss sang out in melody with a tinkling tune. Gradually, the shards of Jennie and Luke disappeared and faded into the ceiling.
* * * * *
Jewel stared blankly at the beams and slats of the ceiling. The only sounds were those of the crackling fire and Vince’s heavy pants. Knowing him—and feeling the damp mess that pooled between her thighs—he had to have gotten royally turned on by that show, also. But she refused to look at him for fear her pride would crumble and she’d beg him to ease her discomfort. Despite the meddling genies’ intent, Jewel would hold to her scruples. Martyrdom! Oh, the nerve of that haughty bitch! Okay, so they’d managed to get her all in a frustrated, sexual tizzy, but she’d prove she could outwit them. Even though the genies had the obvious, unfair advantage of keeping them both immobile and naked at each other’s sides.
As if the thought of it had released him, Vince sat up. “I’m free!”
She darted a look at the lean length of his back, the broad shoulders. Her pulse fluttered, but she ignored it easily. “Good. And next will be me.” Jewel started to rise. Meeting with resistance, she dropped her head back to the pillow. “Oh God, no. Please don’t do this to me. Please.”
Vince flexed his arms and legs. Leaning back, he stuffed a pillow under his armpit. On his side, he stared down at her. The rabid gleam in his eyes, and the huge erection that brushed her hand, told her everything she needed to know. He wasn’t going to let his prey loose from the genies’ trap, even if he had the power to do so.
“I don’t think God has anything to do with this,” he rasped, dragging a fingertip from her shoulder to her wrist. Shivers of reluctant anticipation racked her body, but still, the invisible shield held her in place so that even the involuntary movement was suppressed.
“Don’t touch me, Vince. I mean it.”
“And what are you going to do about it if I do?” He shifted his hand to her knee and massaged it. Languid pleasure pooled there, and hot blood moved in a slow ripple of waves up her thigh, right toward the target.
She swallowed a lump of regret. “I don’t want your hands on me, and I have a right to demand that you keep them to yourself.” She only darted her eyes at him, and refused to turn her head toward him, to give in to him even that small bit. The sensation of being held down, unable to move, unable to close her spread legs, played havoc with her mind. On the one hand, frustration seethed within her and she longed to cover herself from his smoldering gaze. Even without looking, she could feel his burning eyes touching on every cell of her body. But on the other hand, some wicked little corner of her mind screamed for him to touch her, to bring her to that pinnacle that only Vince Santiago could.
Which was ridiculous because he’d made it very clear all those years ago that he had no intention or desire to keep her in his life. He’d been using her, as he would now if she permitted it.
But she wasn’t going to allow it, no matter how strong his male magic was, and no matter what sort of spells those damn genies conjured up. She’d fight them all. She’d prevail.
“Stop it right now!”
With his head propped on a fist, he looked down watching the trail of his own hand. That scalding-hot palm moved up her thigh in slow agony. It bypassed her pussy, but he darted one finger out as the hand went upward over her hip. Barely brushing her right labia lip, the shock of it brought forth an involuntary cry. Her passage spasmed, oozing out more juices from her vagina.
“See? You want it. You know you do. Your heart races, your blood begins to boil, your pulse pounds hard and hot, deep inside your belly.”
“That’s…that’s a lie.” And she sucked in a breath when the calloused fingers slid up her rib cage and cupped her breast.
“No…stop…”
He rolled the already hard nipple between his fingers. An electric bolt shot through her blood, settling low in her womb. He ducked his head and the familiar scent of his shampoo entwined with light sweat filled her nostrils. The aroma intensified when she looked down at him as he neared her breast, her nose becoming buried in his thick head of dark hair. Unable to resist, Jewel inhaled, her eyes fluttering closed as the smells tipped off random memories of a love now lost. Showering together, running her fingers through that hair as he caressed her neck with his talented mouth, frolicking in bed on a Sunday morning as he wrestled her to the mattress, ending in inevitable, mind-blowing penetration.
But the thoughts scattered when his warm mouth closed over her nipple. She cried out, fighting to release her arms. Her first instinct had been to push him away. But now, now that he swirled his tongue around the areola, combusting her core into an inferno, she longed to wrap her arms around his head, to cradle him there so he couldn’t cease the delicious, expert, wet dance of his tongue.
“Ah, Jane…” He came over her, settling between her spread legs. The pressure of his lower abdomen against her mons soothed like the relieved scratch of an intense itch. But she soon realized it only initiated a new itch, and the frustration of not being able to “scratch” became a bittersweet torture. The heat from his body melded with the pressure of his hands on her breasts, kneading, cupping, massaging. Her traitorous nipples tightened into knots that begged for his mouth, his touch. He obliged and Jewel longed to wrap herself around him. If only she could be freed…
He worked his way up her chest to her neck, sending little shivers of desire through her. Nipping and sucking the flesh there, he barely touched the tip of his cock to her vee. The contact tempted her cruelly beyond reason. Oh, how she longed to buck upward, to force him to sink it inside her! Determined to have him, she struggled to move, to meet his demands. But the force continued to hold her immobile and at Vince’s mercy.
Suddenly, his mouth covered hers. She tasted wine and the sweet flavor of Vince, drinking in the warm wetness of him. His tongue swept her mouth and he moaned against her lips, deepening the kiss. Jewel took and took, starved for him after so long denied. Her hard nipples pressed into his own, reveling in the sturdy wall of his chest against her soft one.
“Perfect, so perfect,” he whispered as he broke free of her starved mouth to start yet another trail of madness. He kissed her jaw, then the crook of her neck. The warm wetness fanned the flames, her pussy gushed with sticky sap. His wide hands caressed her shoulders, and he followed that with nips and licks at her collarbones. Down he went over breast and peak, down into valleys and planes. He gripped her rib cage on either side and dragged his mouth back and forth across her belly.
She panted, crying out when he dipped his tongue into her navel. “Vince…I…I—oh no, oh, you can’t do that—oh!”
Thrashing her head from side to side, it was her only defense against the feel of his tongue swiping her labia, her clit, her slit. Due to the shield, he couldn’t lift her body up to eat her at a better angle, but there was no need. His expertise proved to be creative. On all fours, he turned so that his knees straddled her
head. Above her, his stiff cock poised proud, the long, veiny length of it so familiar and tempting. His sac was drawn up tight, just as it used to be when he would become wildly excited and close to release. Oh, heavens, it had been so long since she’d been this up-close and personal with him! Inhaling, she caught the aroma of animalistic arousal and sea-salty skin. Licking her lips, she longed to take him into her mouth.
“Vince…?”
“Oh what, baby?” he breathed, ducking to press a kiss to first her inner right thigh, then the left. His breath fanned her skin, and she thought there could be nothing more beautiful and cruel at the same time, than to be held captive here in this predicament at this very moment.
“I…I want it.”
“Tell me what you want, Jane.” He swirled his tongue around her clit, still holding his cock away from her face. One finger slid slowly into her.
She screamed, her voice echoing against the walls of the cottage. He’d branded her, and she thought the orgasm was about to wash through her in that one swipe of the tongue, that one slide of the finger. But it didn’t. The torture continued.
“Your dick,” she panted. “I want your dick in my mouth.” God, she sounded pathetic, and it irked her on a level somewhere way back behind all the pleasure. But greed won out and she ignored it.
“And I definitely want your pussy.”
With that, he buried his face between her sticky legs and guided his cock into her mouth, all in one smooth movement. The familiar salty flavor and silk-over-steel feel against her tongue made her audibly sigh with joy. She equated it to being on a diet for four years, then finally sinking your teeth into that sweet piece of moist chocolate cake. Relief, heaven, forbidden bliss.
Still being held in place, unable to move a muscle, Jewel took the assault in grateful stride. As her tongue swirled around the large, round head, lapping up the zesty taste of him, he alternated swiping her clit and fucking her hole with his long tongue. She no longer had to fantasize about it, to remember the vivid sensations of his expert lovemaking. It was here, now, all over her, in her.
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