by Myla Jackson
The rich heiress’s eyes widened, her deep red lips parted. She sat up and reached out to touch his chest, her fingers skimming over the smooth muscles, edging downward to the button of his trousers, flicking it open.
The zipper whizzed down and his cock sprang free. He’d forgotten he’d been in such a hurry, he had come commando. Now, he thanked the stars he’d been in a rush.
His trousers pooled at his knees as he knelt on the floor of the limo in front of Amira. Her knees widened, allowing him to fit between her legs. Though he was ready to plunge into her and slake his desires, he was compelled to slow it down to ensure her complete and utter satisfaction.
So compelled he knew it wasn’t just his common sense holding him back. It had to be her wish urging him to make her experience an incredible one. Mitch chaffed at being controlled, especially when he would have done the right thing in the first place. He didn’t need a wish to force him to please a woman. He’d gotten no complaints from her the first time they made love. He’d never left a woman dissatisfied in bed.
The vehicle jerked forward, throwing him into Amira’s lap. The figure-hugging dress rode high around her waist, her pussy open and glistening with her juices. Mitch parted her folds and tongued her clit. “Umm, you taste so good.” A hand roved up her belly, over the bunched-up fabric to find her breasts. His dick throbbed, aching to drive deep inside her and let the warm wetness of her pussy embrace him.
Amira moaned, her hips rising off the seat, eager for more of his tongue. Her hands threaded through his hair and gripped it tightly, tugging him even closer.
While his tongue toyed with her clit, he dipped inside her channel, drenching his finger with her cream. Then he traced around her vaginal lips with her juices, wetting the skin, making her ready for his penetration. His finger dropped lower to the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
She bucked, her hips rising higher. “What are you doing?”
“Making love to you, as you wished.”
“No, you should—”
He pressed the digit against the opening at the same time his thumb entered her pussy.
“Oh, Mitch!” she yelled at the same moment as a taxi horn blared next to them.
Half expecting the dividing window to drop down again, Mitch grinned, imagining the look on the bodyguard’s face when he saw a man’s naked ass across the expanse of the limo. The humor faded as Amira clasped her shins in her hands and pulled her knees back, exposing her pussy and anus more fully.
Applying more pressure, Mitch dipped deeper while increasing the flickers of his tongue against her clit.
Another moan reverberated through the limo’s interior. Her feet dropped to the floor and she half rose off the seat cushion, her body tensed. A rush of juices oozed out around his finger, making his heart beat faster and his cock twitch for release.
When he had her on the verge of orgasm, he straightened on his knees and pressed his dick against her opening. “What do you want, Amira?”
“You, Mitch. Oh please. Do it now!”
He plunged into her slick, wet channel, her pussy hugging his engorged cock, the moisture guiding him deeper. Hooking his arms beneath her knees, he spread her legs wider, rocking in and out, his pace quickening with his need, desire fueling the fire burning in his groin.
Had she not wished for him to make love to her, he’d have wanted to. Her wish had nothing to do with his physical needs. That she had wished it annoyed him, making his thrusts stronger, angrier until he was slamming her against the back of the leather seats.
Amira clutched his shoulders and thrust her hips into him, then wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tight, her pussy convulsing around his dick, drenching him in warm fluid.
He thrust again, shooting up and near the edge. At the last minute, he pulled free, his cock resting against her thigh.
“No!” Amira cried, reaching for him to bring him back inside. “I wasn’t ready for you to stop.”
Mitch sat beside her and pulled her into his lap, his cock nudging against her naked bottom. “I don’t have protection on me.” Maybe sitting with her in his lap wasn’t such a good idea. His cock hadn’t had enough action and being this close to her only made him want more.
“I have what you need.” Amira stretched across the seat, her ass rising in the air, her smooth, tea-colored bottom tempting him to touch.
As Amira reached into a compartment, Mitch cupped her pussy, his finger flicking over her hooded sex, parting the folds to touch her on that swollen nub that had him panting like a dog in heat.
Amira’s hand pulled back and she shoved a foil packet behind her. “Here.”
Now that he had her on her knees in front of him, Mitch couldn’t resist the offering. He quickly stretched the condom over his erection, grasped her hips and slid into her from behind.
“Oh!” she dropped to her elbows, pushing her ass up higher, her rounded hips flaring out.
Mitch rammed in and out, the slick motion heating his cock to solid steel. The vehicle stopped at a light, throwing them forward. Mitch took the opportunity to flip Amira onto her back. He hovered over her, bracing his hands on either side of her head. The interior of the limo was long enough to accommodate them both lying full length across the floor, with little room to spare.
With her hair splayed out against the plush black carpet of the interior and her smooth knees bent and splayed to the side, Amira was flushed, breathing hard and the most beautiful woman Mitch had ever seen.
“Why do you want me now?” Mitch pressed the bulb of his dick against her opening without delving deeper, waiting for her answer.
“Can’t you tell? Can’t you feel the evidence for yourself?” The musk of their combined juices filled the interior of the car. Her chin set in a determined thrust, Amira planted her bare feet into the rug and pushed upward until her pussy wrapped around him, warm and wet.
Who was he kidding? He couldn’t stop making love to her no matter how much he tried to tell himself they were too different. Mitch had grown up in a working-class family where everyone contributed toward the good of the family. Amira had only had to live from day to day. Hard work was a foreign concept. A concept other people did, not spoiled little rich kids. All Amira had to do was crook her little finger and her entourage came running. She didn’t need a genie in a bottle to grant her every wish. She could hire a man to service her if she wanted sex.
Yet she’d wished him to be the man to service her, and service her he would. He didn’t have to like it.
But he did.
He thrust hard, driving deep into her womb.
Ratcheting in and out like a jackhammer, he pounded against her, his balls banging against her ass.
Her head swung side to side, her hand going to the mound of dark hair covering her pussy. She touched herself, a small whimper growing to a loud moan. “Now, Mitch, I’m coming now.” With both hands, she reached out and drew him down to her.
He gathered her in his arms, his body tensed, shooting over the edge, plunging him into an explosion of sensations that were so intense they hurt. As he held her, his body so stiff he was afraid to move, the dividing panel slid downward.
“What the hell?”
The driver slammed on the brakes, sending Mitch and Amira shooting forward, sliding across the slick carpet. Their forward trajectory was broken by the cushioned seats in front of them.
A car door opened and then the one at the rear of the limo flew wide. “Get the fuck off her!”
“It’s okay, Salim, really.” Amira scrambled to pull her dress down over her nakedness.
Mitch jerked his pants up from around his ankles feeling like the kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar. No sooner did he have his pants up and fastened, then Salim was hauling his ass out onto the street.
A hundred pounds heavier than Mitch, Salim had no problem slinging him to the pavement.
Amira flew out of the car and grabbed the meaty arm about to slam a fist into Mitch. “No, ple
ase, don’t hurt him!”
“It is my duty to honor your father’s wishes.”
“What about mine?”
“I work for your father.”
“I see.” Amira’s eyes narrowed. “So be it.”
As Salim cocked his jackhammer arm, Mitch stood and prepared to block the punch. He’d had enough karate training to know how to protect himself. Awareness and surprise were two key factors. He could take Salim and his backup, the other bodyguard-limo driver. At least he thought he could. Those karate lessons were looking pretty anemic in the face of such overwhelming odds.
But Amira had stood up for him. A warm glow spread through his chest, which he tried to ignore as he faced off with two of the biggest, meanest mercenaries he’d ever had the misfortune to tangle with. The last time they’d bested him because he wasn’t expecting it. The day after his night with Amira, they’d cornered him in the subway on his way to work and told him that Amira had made a mistake. She didn’t want him back in her life and if he wanted to live, he’d stay away.
By the look on Amira’s face, she hadn’t been the one behind the message. More likely her father had been the driving force behind Salim One and Salim Two tossing Mitch out of her life like a bouncer at the bar they’d just left.
“No!” Amira hopped on Salim’s back and covered his eyes with her hands. “Run, Mitch!”
Instead of taking the opportunity to get the hell out of reach of the hammer, Mitch hurried forward, afraid Amira would get hurt. “Amira, get down from there, you’ll get hurt. I can handle these guys.”
Salim grabbed her arm, dragged her off his back and set her to the side. “Miss Amira, please. This man had dishonored you. He must pay.”
“My father doesn’t make my decisions, damn it!”
The bulky bodyguard shook his head and pushed his sleeves up his massive arms. “Your father is responsible for your welfare until you marry. Then it will be your husband who looks after you.”
As Salim advanced on him, Mitch backed a step, right into the grasp of the driver whose bulk almost equaled that of Salim. He trapped Mitch in a vise-grip clench.
His fists bunched, Salim braced his feet to sling a punch.
Before he could let loose, Amira’s scream redirected his attention.
A man as big as the two bodyguards had flung Amira over his shoulder and ran down the city street, pushing people aside, knocking a man down who didn’t move fast enough.
The bodyguards released Mitch and ran after Amira.
In a gasping voice, Mitch heard Amira call out, “I wish Mitch and I were anywhere else but here!”
* * * * *
Amira pounded against the back of the baboon from earlier that day, shouting at the top of her voice, “Let me down!” She must have missed the rumble of thunder, but she welcomed the flash of light that engulfed her and the four men around her. She knew the sound heralded the granting of her wish.
The hard muscles of the baboon’s shoulders disappeared and Amira felt as if she floated in a bright mist.
“Mitch?” she called out, unable to see anything but thick, gray mist. She held her breath, fear of the unknown and unseen gripping her. Had Mitch escaped her bodyguards? Was he with her now? If he was, she sure as hell couldn’t see him. Alone and afraid, a chill took over her body and shook her from head to toe. “Mitch!”
“Amira, where are you?” Mitch materialized out of the shadowy mist. “Amira!”
“I’m here.” She fell against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I was so afraid. I thought they’d killed you.”
Mitch held her against him, his arms like steel bands around her waist. “I thought that goon would take you away.”
They clung to each other for a long time until a sound in the mist made them spring apart.
Amira spun in a circle, trying to pinpoint the direction from which the sound had come. “What was that?”
“Better question is,” Mitch paused, “where are we?”
“I’m not sure. I think I wished for anywhere but here.”
“That’s pretty vague.” Mitch batted at the mist, but the cloudy shroud refused to dissipate. The sound of something slithering in the fog repeated. “Uh, Amira, I don’t think we’re alone. Maybe you should wish us someplace a little less…questionable?”
“I think you’re right. I wish—” Before Amira could complete her wish, something grabbed around her ankle and wrenched her to the side. “Mitch!”
What felt like a snake wrapped around her leg and dragged her into the mist, away from Mitch. With nothing to cling to or dig her fingers into, she couldn’t gain leverage to slow her steady movement away.
“Amira!” Mitch called out. “Where are you? Talk to me!”
“I’m here,” she cried. “Help me!”
Mitch appeared out of the mist and reached for her arm.
Their hands touched briefly, but the creature pulling her away jerked hard and she slipped out of Mitch’s grasp, disappearing into the mist. “Mitch!”
“I’m here. Keep talking.”
Another long arm slithered up her torso. Amira punched, slapped and scratched at it, but it continued its assent up her chest, inching toward her neck. “It’s climbing up me. Hurry.”
Mitch materialized out of the fog and pounced on Amira and the creature. No matter how hard he tugged at the snake-like arm, the creature maintained its grip, inching toward Amira’s neck. “Make a wish, Amira. Wish me and you to your apartment.”
As the long arm curled around her neck, Amira struggled to get free so she could utter her wish before it was too late. Thunder boomed as the air squeezed out of her throat in a short gasp. Amira squirmed and bucked beneath the weight of the arm, but to no avail. The creature had a stronghold on her and wasn’t letting go.
Mitch crouched over Amira, his hands fighting to free her. “Hold on, Amira, hold on!”
“I wish Mitch and I were back in my apartment.”
When the world around her faded to black, Amira’s eyes drifted closed. Then a flash of light shone through her eyelids and the tension around her neck eased. She dragged in a deep breath, choking and gasping, precious air filling her starving lungs. Satin sheets tickled her cheek, a soft mattress cushioned her back and lips brushed across hers.
“Open your eyes, Amira. You’re home.” Mitch’s voice coaxed her eyelids open. He lay beside her on her bed, his fingers caressed her cheek, sliding her hair behind her ear. “You did it.” His smile brightened the room.
“Home?” she asked, staring up at him.
“We’re in your apartment, in your bed.”
The nightmare of the creature slithered through her memory and she sat up straight. “Did it follow?”
Mitch sat up beside her, pulling her into his arms. “No, sweetheart, the monster is gone. We left it behind.”
The stiffness washed out of her and she sagged against him. “Good.”
“Are you okay?” His fingers touched her neck where the monster’s grip had almost robbed her of her life.
Her fingers followed his and surprisingly, she felt normal. A shiver racked her body at what could have happened and she snuggled closer to Mitch. “I was afraid.”
“Me too,” he said, pressing his lips to her temple. “Me too.”
For a long moment she let him hold her, soaking up the warmth of his body against hers. As her strength returned, her mind rolled over all that had happened throughout the course of the day. “I can’t go on like this.” She pushed against him, until she could look up into his face. “These wishes are dangerous.”
“I know. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” He tucked another strand of hair behind her ear and kissed the tip of her nose. Then he kissed her chin and dragged his mouth along her jawline to that sensitive spot beneath her earlobe.
Amira’s head dropped back and she closed her eyes. “How do I make them stop?” The last thing she wanted was for Mitch to stop kissing her, but she didn’t want a repeat of their
trip to wherever they’d just escaped barely alive.
“We have to get that bottle to the sarcophagus by tomorrow.” Mitch pushed her back against the pillows, his hands sliding down her body to the hem of her dress. “As soon as possible.” With the hem in his hand, he trailed it up over her hips, past her waist, and over her head in a slow, steady movement that set her nerve endings on fire. Once off, he tossed the dress to a corner. He shucked his jeans and lay beside her skin-to-skin, his chest hairs tickling Amira’s breasts, making them pucker in anticipation.
She kissed his beard-roughened chin and tongued the pulse beating in the side of his neck. Her leg slid up his and wrapped around the back, dragging him closer until her pussy rubbed against his thigh. The closer she got the more she wanted of him. “Shouldn’t we be getting that bottle to the sarcophagus?”
“What’s your hurry? We have until tomorrow.” Mitch’s hands found their way to her breasts, pushing them up, so that he could take one of the beaded nipples into his mouth. He drew hard on it, flicking his tongue over the turgid peak until her back arched, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
A moan built deep in her throat, emerging as she let out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Yesss…tomorrow is a whole day away.” Her body undulated, her hands diving down between them to grasp his cock. She pushed him over onto his back. “Where exactly is the sarcophagus?” Her fingers caressed his velvety smoothness with every intention of making this one-night stand a night to remember.
When she cupped his balls, Mitch sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Could be anywhere between here and Iraq. Are you going to do anything with that? Or just play?”
A wicked smile curled her lips at the desperation in his voice. She climbed over him, straddling his torso with her pussy poised over his face and her mouth over his dick. “I want to play.” Her lips touched the tip of his cock and it flexed in her grip.
