The Angel: Tales of the Djinn, #3

by Emma Holly

  Tom popped and poured, after which the four of them clinked and sipped the sharp bubbly stuff. Connor smiled at her, his expression so warm and loving she couldn’t imagine anyone luckier than her. Emotion expanded in her chest. Because of him, she knew what love was, how it could make you not just happier but more. Helpless to prevent it, her eyes overflowed with joy.

  “Man,” Tom complained teasingly. “This is what happens when your boss is a girl.”

  She punched his bicep, but he just laughed.

  “Congrats, kiddo,” Jerry said, which pretty much made it all perfect.

  BECAUSE THEY’D CONCENTRATED most of their energy on readying the shop, the apartment above it—which they’d simultaneously moved into—was still more a home for boxes than it was a home for them. Naturally, this delighted Titus. Boxes were his favorite toys.

  Georgie sighed at the sight of the additional mess he’d made.

  “Look who had fun today!” Connor said, picking up the naughty cat and letting him dangle. Connor’s beaming face made her annoyance melt away.

  “Can you feed him?” she asked. “I’m going to look for the two-quart saucepan and heat up leftover chili.”

  “It’s in that box over there.”

  He wasn’t wrong. Sometimes Connor had a mind like a computer. As she pulled out the pot, Georgie experienced a sudden wish that Manuel were still around. If it hadn’t been for the friendly chef, she’d have no cooking skills at all.

  She knew he’d have been excited about her starting a business.

  Probably the thought turned her expression serious.

  “Georgie,” Connor scolded, the adoring cat now cradled on his shoulder. “Don’t go straight to doing things. Take a minute to enjoy what we’ve accomplished.”

  He was right, so she stopped and relaxed and smiled. “We sold things today.”

  “We sold a lot of things.”

  “Including to Tom’s new girlfriend.”

  “Who is cute,” Connor said, “and has excellent taste in throw pillows.”

  “Tom’s a good salesman. Probably, I should have guessed he’d be.” Calmer now, she set the pot on their stove and opened the 1950s pastel yellow Frigidaire. Jerry had helped her get the old thing to work. Tonight the shelves held chili and salad and a couple slices of Stuckey’s apple pie. “Remind me to pick up a supply of apples for Ishmael. I don’t want him starving because I moved out.”

  “I won’t let you forget,” Connor said.

  “I’ll post those photographs you took on the website soon. We should think of something to build up our mailing list. Maybe a giveaway?”

  “Georgie.”

  She stopped and looked at him. “Right. Let go of work mode for two seconds.”

  “Three,” he bargained with a smile. He set Titus’s food dish on the floor. The beast leaped on his cat tuna like it was prey, leaning on Connor’s leg and purring even as he chowed down.

  Connor was a love magnet for creatures large and small.

  Georgie surrendered, her tension sighing out at last. “Have I told you you’re the best today?”

  “Not today,” he said, a certain gleam lighting his sky blue eyes.

  “Have I mentioned how sexy you look in that Henley shirt?”

  “You have not.”

  “What about your new blue jeans?”

  “You haven’t talked about them either.”

  Georgie put the leftover chili back in the fridge. Dinner didn’t seem as important as it had a moment before. “I really ought to praise you more than I do. You’re always complimentary to me.”

  “I am truthful,” Connor said.

  Despite his words, he appeared intrigued by her change of topic. He leaned back against the utensil-strewn butcher-block island. His legs were stacked at the ankle, his arm muscles bulging from the brace of his palms on the thick wood top. The pose pointed up the ease and power of his big body. Georgie curled her tongue out to wet her lip. It really was a wonder any female kept her concentration around him.

  Hard to remember he’d once been a cute orb of light.

  “You’re thinking interesting things,” he observed.

  His voice was husky, which warmed her even more.

  “I’m thinking I’d like you to unzip those new blue jeans so I know what’s happening behind them. Slowly please. I like the sound of the teeth rasping.”

  Connor’s gaze lasered into hers. His pupils had expanded. “Are you taking charge, Georgie?”

  “Maybe.” Her pussy quivered at the idea. “I did boss you around a bit today.”

  “I did not mind that. I’m happy when we work together toward a goal.”

  “Suppose my new goal is pleasing you?”

  His breath sucked in, his sculpted cheeks taking on a glow. “I like pleasing you.”

  “I know you do.” She stepped to him and laid her palms gently on his chest. Beneath the Henley, his nipples were sharp points. “Did you think about having sex while we were at work?”

  The flush on his cheeks darkened. This was a trick question. Georgie knew her lover thought about sex a lot. “Multiple times,” he admitted. “In multiple places.”

  She stroked her hands down his sides. “Me too.” When she reached his hips, she leaned closer and rubbed her breasts against him. To her pleasure, the denim at his groin tightened. “I’ll make you a deal. You let me please you, and I’ll let you take me across this island.”

  “With me on top?”

  She smiled at his hopeful tone. “With you on top, exactly the way you like.”

  His strong white teeth caught his lower lip. “I agree,” he blurted.

  She loved how easy he was to read sometimes. She stepped back and gestured toward his now fully risen bulge. “You unzipping is my first instruction.”

  His beautiful hands popped the button and took hold of the metal tab.

  “Careful,” she said. “I wouldn’t want you to injure anything I’m fond of.”

  He grinned and drew the zipper down slowly. His underwear swelled out through the opening, the outline of his erection clear.

  “Now pull out your cock. Balls too, if you’d be so kind.”

  “I’m always kind,” he quipped.

  He was, which was one of the reasons she liked doing this sort of thing for him. The other reason was that getting her hands on him was fun. In the three years they’d been together, her attraction to him hadn’t lessened.

  Thankfully, his for her had stayed intense too.

  She waited until he’d pushed the stretchy cloth of his briefs beneath his testicles. The bunched-up cotton supported them like a hammock. His cock had its own support. The blood that stiffened it stood it nearly vertical.

  “Very pretty,” she said. “But please spread you legs farther. I need room to kneel between them.”

  He moved his feet apart and Georgie knelt, delighted by the shiver than ran through him. He liked her going down on him more than he admitted. Anticipating doing that very soon, she pushed her hands up his thighs and turned her face back and forth across his coal-hot cock. She made sure his silken skin felt the brush of her relaxed mouth. When he’d had enough of that to make him sigh, she kissed his under ridge, letting her tongue press out a bit and flick.

  Connor shifted, restless, the pulse beneath the skin she laved speeding up.

  “Georgie,” he cautioned. “You know I don’t have the control to take much of you sucking me. I’ll come before I can pleasure you.”

  “Don’t forget I also know how quickly you can recover.” She tugged his shaft an inch farther from his belly and looked past it to him. His eyes were glazed, his lips parted for extra air. That simple look turned her on incredibly. “Let me do this. All the way to the finish. Then you’ll last longer when you take me.”

  This was a line of reasoning he could accept.

  “I won’t hold your head,” he warned.

  She smiled creamily. “In that case, you’ll see what I do easier. You’ll see your cock dis
appear into my mouth.”

  He was guaranteed to watch then. She grasped him between thumb and fingers, tipping his crown closer. He was excited all right. His skin was drum-tight, moisture welling up from the slit. When Georgie dragged the flat of her tongue across it, he shuddered. She did this over and over until the sweet wetness came faster. His breath huffed out, his knuckles whitening on the island’s slab.

  “Ready for me to swallow you?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he rasped. “Please do it now.”

  She took him in as far as she could. He was big, and she actually did have a gag reflex. She’d learned to protect herself by wrapping his base snugly.

  She’d also learned he liked blowjobs even better when she used her grip to pull the skin of his erection taut. She did that now, pressing her fist toward his scrotum as she drove her mouth carefully down him. He groaned when she sucked back up. She tightened her lips and licked. Going up was always easier.

  She gave herself and him a kick by ringing her lips around his flare and tugging.

  “God,” he gasped at the extra zing of sensation.

  She didn’t speak. She let him stay in his zone. Down she went again, wetter this time, her neck and shoulders relaxing as she picked up a rhythm. She knew he was watching her and that the visual aroused him. His hips began to rock with her downward sucks, one hand rising briefly to her hair. He forced the hold away, afraid he’d pull her to him too greedily. One day she’d make him give in and guide her head. She knew how much he craved that. She suspected he wouldn’t hurt her—no matter if he didn’t quite trust himself.

  When it came right down to it, he always took care of her.

  “Georgie,” he said, his voice gone tight. “I’m getting closer. If you’re going to stop before I finish, please do it soon.”

  He had it in his head that good boyfriends didn’t come in their girlfriends’ mouths. Georgie couldn’t speak for other women, but she knew she liked him to. Maybe because she loved him, or maybe because he was a bit more than human, he tasted good to her.

  “I want to make you come like this,” she lifted off long enough to say. “I love feeling you shoot and quiver on my tongue. On the other hand . . .” She swirled her pointed tongue in a hard tease around his crown. “If you could hold on a little longer, I’d probably like how good you’d blast off then.”

  His eyes were crossing. “Georgie . . .” he rasped.

  “Hold on for me,” she said. “Hold on until you can’t bear it. Then pour yourself down my throat.”

  His cock jerked with excitement. She held it tighter, the pad of her thumb digging into the underside. His eyes went wider, his breath hitching.

  “Those are my orders,” she insisted.

  She realized she’d worked herself up just like she had him. When she took him into her mouth, she really pulled at him. She was hungry for this: for his pleasure, for the power she exercised over him. Her back arched with need as her ass thrust higher. Her pussy was hot and throbbing, her panties damp. She shifted her knees and ran the hand that didn’t hold his penis behind one of his braced legs. His knee was locked, his thigh muscles hard and straining.

  To her delight, Connor gasped her name and swelled.

  She pulled up onto his glans, flicking it fast and hard with her tongue. His pre-cum was running freely. She tightened her fist, shivering when he groaned. She sensed he was going to come the instant she let go. She cupped his balls with her other hand, her fingers kneading the tender sac.

  This was the point he liked her to do that: when his seed boiled up and felt ready to explode. Tonight she gave him a bit more pressure than she usually dared.

  She’d chosen right. He moaned, hips twisting, and shoved harder toward her mouth.

  Just a few seconds longer. Just hold on a bit more for me.

  She concentrated her mouth’s attention on his glans. She sucked and laved it, stimulating every screaming nerve while quickening the pull of her cheeks to a hard flutter. Connor rewarded her with a tormented snarl.

  Now, she thought and drove her mouth down his shaft.

  He cried out the next time she sucked. Even as he thrust at her, she eased the pressure of her grip on his base. The dam broke then. His cock pulsed, heat flashing outward from its hard core. Wetness flooded across her tongue. Connor groaned, shot more. The volume was too much even for her. She pulled off and held him against her neck.

  “Christ,” he said, spurting along her jaw.

  Going so hard took the starch from him. He dropped in front of her, on his knees with her on the black and white kitchen tile. Georgie put her cheek on his heaving shoulder. His arms came up to hold her.

  “Georgie,” he said, his mouth brushing her temple.

  She sighed happily. “That was good. You obey orders well.”

  Connor laughed shakily. “I don’t think I can get up. My jeans are tangled around my legs.”

  She had enough breath to press her lips to his. He clasped her head, covering her ears and licking into her mouth. He kissed her gently at first but soon with increasing heat. That was a development to savor. After a minute, she slid her hand down his chest to his lap. As expected, he’d hardened three quarters already.

  “See,” she teased against his lips. “Excellent recovery time.”

  “This body desires you greatly.”

  He still talked that way sometimes, as if he and it were separate.

  “As long as you desire me,” she said.

  “Endlessly,” he promised.

  She used his shoulders as a support to push back onto her feet. She offered him her hand, but he shook his head.

  “Let me get these off first.” He squirmed out of his jeans and underwear and shoes. Then he rose and peeled off his shirt. Seeing him completely naked was always a wow moment. Knowing this, he let her admire him a few seconds.

  “You, please,” he said politely.

  She undressed, though she wasn’t as smooth as him. He didn’t mind . . . or even seem to notice. When every stitch was gone, he smiled.

  “I like having sex here,” he said. “In our place. It makes me feel freer.”

  She hadn’t known that, but it made sense to her. Though Luna wasn’t nosy and had been a lenient landlord, Ravenwings was her place. This was theirs, separate and paid for with their efforts.

  Georgie guessed she found that sexy too. Her pussy creamed and grew hotter.

  “How free do you want to be?” she asked.

  An extra gleam lit Connor’s eyes. “Come around to the other side.”

  He meant the other side of the butcher-block, where the kitchen area gave way to open living space.

  “You want more room to operate,” she deduced.

  Rather than answer, he smiled and led the way around the island—or maybe his hard-on did. Ignoring his now stupendous arousal, with one sure arm he swept the clutter into a box Titus hadn’t destroyed yet.

  “Face the table, Georgie,” he ordered, gesturing toward the cleared surface. He wasn’t saying please like he usually did, and this excited her. “Lean over it and grip the opposite edge.”

  The island’s base was a repurposed Victorian bureau. The butcher-block top was broad, and Georgie had to stretch to obey. This put her on the balls of her feet, ass up, breasts flattened to the wood.

  She knew her sex was exposed because an air current tickled its wetness.

  “Now that’s pretty,” Connor said. “I can see a hint of your nice red curls.”

  His voice was rough. For a second, she thought he was going to spank her. She could actually imagine the sound and feel of his palm hitting. Did she want him to paddle her? Did he? When both his hands suddenly came to her, surrounding her ass cheeks, she couldn’t help jerking. He didn’t hit her, but simply kneaded the flesh and squeezed. Warmth flooded through her glutes and sluiced deeper.

  “I love your ass,” he whispered. “Every time you bent over at the shop, I thought of doing this. I was afraid our customers would see my erec
tion.”

  “They’d wish they were me if they had.”

  He laughed and stretched over her, his hands sliding up her outstretched arms. “My male part isn’t that persuasive. I don’t think it can seduce people by itself.”

  “I don’t know.” She squirmed as his caresses caught her wrists. Was it odd that he said “people” and not “women?” The nudge of his crest across her labia pulled her back on topic. “Your male part is pretty darn alluring.”

  He nuzzled her nape, which a recent and rather bold haircut had left bare. His thighs pressed hers wider, his glans nocking slightly into her. Georgie arched, trying to get more of him.

  She guessed he wanted to tease, because he evaded her. “Is my cock seducing you now, Georgie?”

  She couldn’t answer. She gasped as he pressed in a couple inches and drew back to her verge again.

  “I hope it is,” he continued, “because this body would like to ravish you.”

  He slid his hold upward from one wrist. His left hand covered hers, weaving between and joining her fingers in gripping the island’s edge. His right cruised down her side and around her bare hipbone. He feathered the skin of her inner thigh with his fingertips. Little tremors ran up her sensitive nerves.

  “Please,” she gasped.

  His hand slid higher to cup her mons.

  “Please rub you?” he asked, his middle finger playing lightly over her trembling clit.

  “Yes.” She wriggled. “But please push inside me too.”

  His gorgeous thickness slid in another inch and stopped. She twisted to look at him. His face was flushed, his expression tight. He didn’t usually tantalize her this way, not when he was so worked up.

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  He thought for a moment. Maybe he wasn’t sure himself. Finally his gaze focused on hers again. “Please say the other word. That makes me feel freer too.”

  Oh, she thought, interest pinging deep inside as she understood what he meant.

  She didn’t let herself be self-conscious. She wasn’t some blushing goody two-shoes now.

  “Fuck me,” she ordered, loving how the word seemed to slap into his handsome face. “Fuck me hard and finger me till I come.”