Last Wish

by Shelley Munro

  “Is that man your lover?”

  Fuck. “Susan, what do you want?” He didn’t bother trying to keep the tiredness from his voice.

  “I want to know when you intend introducing your visitor to Mum and Dad.”

  “Zane really is just a friend. He’s staying for a couple of weeks before he starts looking for a job.”

  “What does he do?” Susan demanded.

  It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her to piss off but he knew she’d persist until she received her answers. It was better to give her the information instead of acting as if he were hiding something. Even if he was—a genie for instance. “He works with horses.”

  “Really? He’s a bit big for a jockey.”

  Dillon recalled the feeling of the genie’s body writhing beneath him and suppressed a shiver of arousal. They were perfect together. Oh no. Size wasn’t an issue. “I never said he was a jockey, although I believe he’s been involved in training horses.”

  “When he’s ready to look, have him contact me. I have a friend who works at one of the local stud farms. They breed and train horses specially for polo players.”

  “Thanks. Did you see any more people with that strange rash on their faces?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact I did!” She rattled off half a dozen names he didn’t have on his list. “Even Mum has it. I told her to go to the doctor straight away.”

  Bloody hell. That was all he needed. A guilty conscience. Half the town probably thought they were suffering from some strange foreign disease when it was really him who had caused the problem. “Let me know how she gets on. No one else in the family has it?”

  “No, thank goodness,” Susan said. “My face is a suspicious red, although I haven’t come out in a rash yet. I’ll tell Mum you’re bringing a friend to her birthday celebration.” And she hung up before Dillon had a chance to protest.

  Dillon went back outside to join Zane, a scowl on his face. Susan was a pain in the butt. A determined one. There was no way around it. He’d have to take the genie with him to his mother’s birthday party next weekend, even though it wasn’t safe, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it from Susan. Once seated, he grabbed his pen and jotted down the additional names Susan had given him.

  “That was my sister. She wants me to take you to my mother’s birthday party next weekend.”

  “And you don’t want to take me.” Zane’s voice was flat but otherwise expressionless.

  “I would love to take you to the party. Hell, the next ten days are going to be full of fun if you think I’m ashamed of you,” Dillon snapped. “I like you. A lot. I want to fuck you again.” He gestured at his rapidly filling dick. “The reason I was cautious is that I don’t want to see you recaptured. That’s the last time I’m going to say that again. You’ll just have to trust me.”

  The expressionless blue eyes suddenly twinkled full of suppressed laughter. The full lips twitched in the beginnings of a smile. “I love it when you get all angry and masterful.”

  Dillon stared and cursed low with feeling. “Bastard. You really had me going. I should feed you dry bread and water for the next ten days.”

  “But you’re not going to,” the genie countered. “I would grow weak and probably wouldn’t be able to get it up. You would suffer as well.”

  “Jeez, that’s all I need. A bloody smart-ass. For that, you can help me make dinner. If I don’t eat again soon, we’ll be in a right mess. Neither of us will get any if we’re both too weak to raise more than a finger.”

  Dinner preparations and the actual eating of the meal were so much fun Dillon kept pinching himself, unable to believe this beautiful man was spending time with him, having toe-curling good sex with him. They’d cooked pasta with mushrooms, asparagus and fresh wild salmon. Dillon opened a bottle of wine and actually set the table in the separate dining room, going as far as putting a plain navy blue cloth over the wooden tabletop. The only thing they hadn’t prettied up were their bodies since they were both still naked. It sure made for good scenery.

  “I’ve never spent so much time naked before.” Laughter shaded the genie’s tone and judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes, he had mischief in mind. Seconds later the probing toes in his groin region let Dillon know he’d been right. With a slow grin of challenge, he spread his legs, giving Zane better access and slipped down on the chair.

  No way was he backing away from a sensual challenge. “Do your worst.”

  “A dare?”

  “Yep, you can do what you like with me. My body is yours.” His cock jerked, filling and lengthening when he made the offer. An afternoon of sex hadn’t been enough to knock away the edge of months of frustration. Ten days worth of hot, hard sex might make a dent but not an afternoon. Nope. No way. He craved much more of the genie’s sexy bod.

  Zane chuckled, a rich and tempting sound. Seductive. “I can see you’re revved and ready to go.”

  “That’s pretty obvious. You going to talk me into submission?”

  “Don’t worry. I have a plan.” Zane slipped from his chair and walked around the dinner table. Each step was slow and purposeful, and Dillon could have sworn his cock grew harder with each move Zane made.

  When he reached him, the genie sank to his knees. “I can think of better things to do with my mouth,” he whispered in a husky voice that drove Dillon’s need even higher. The genie disappeared under the table, covered entirely by the long tablecloth.

  Dillon’s imagination took flight and his heart hammered against his ribs at the various possibilities. His mouth. His hands. Or maybe something else. No, that wouldn’t work. Zane didn’t have a stitch on—no pockets to hide things like feathers or kinky little sex toys. The genie would have to make do with what he had on hand.

  Warm air whooshed across his inner thigh—a steady stream. Dillon attempted to relax but found it impossible since his imagination was still working overtime. A hot ball of heat curled through his groin, his body’s reaction to Zane’s presence. A soft kiss landed on the crease of skin where leg met groin then he felt the cool dampness of a tongue licking along his inner knee. He clamped his hands on the edge of the table, tamping down on the urgent need to take control. With this lover, he wanted to experiment and offer himself up totally. This time at any rate. There was plenty of time to bring out his favorite toys, to take control in his usual manner and bring them both to uninhibited pleasure.

  This was Zane’s time to control the pace. Dillon tried to relax, to let go of the table. The warm lap of a tongue over one aching ball made his attempts at relaxation a laughing matter. A groan escaped and tension grew. The stubble on the genie’s jaw created a delicious friction when it rubbed along his cock. Dillon looked down. To all appearances it seemed as if he were alone in the dining room, eating in solitary splendor. What would happen if someone walked into the room? Dillon clutched the table again, crushing the tablecloth with his tight grip when he felt Zane take his sac into his warm mouth. He laved the taut ball while he stroked the crease between the testicles with firm steps of his fingers. Careful ministrations brought drops of moisture to Dillon’s tip. His balls swelled, tightening and rising up beneath his penis. Man, the genie was good at this. He’d never had a man take such care with him.

  Zane continued with his careful laving and licking, never allowing his teeth to come into contact or cause pain. Meanwhile, he explored with busy fingers, pressing firmly on Dillon’s perineum and firing each nerve ending to life.

  “You’re killing me,” Dillon murmured, an intense shudder rocking his body and enforcing the words.

  The genie released the sac to speak. “Not true.”

  Hell, big-time mistake. He should have kept his mouth shut then Zane’s mouth would still be busy pleasuring him. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  “But I’m killing you.” Zane lifted the tablecloth to peer up at him.

  “No one likes a smart-ass.” For a long moment their gazes held and desperation hit Dillon. He wanted to come and he
wanted to come now. “Back under the table.”

  The genie gave him a royal salute, his blue eyes twinkling naughtily before disappearing from sight beneath the tablecloth. Dillon chuckled hoarsely then inhaled slowly, tension tightening his shoulders while he waited for Zane to do his stuff. His cock was full and aching and he needed immediate attention.

  Instead of taking up where he’d left off, Zane started over. Talented fingers stroked over his inner thighs, the touch not too soft and not too firm. Like baby bear’s porridge, it was just right. Dillon bit back a rough laugh at the thought. Kids’ bedtime stories and sex didn’t really go together. Puffs of warm air hit his inner thighs next and gradually the stream of balmy breath moved closer to where he wanted the heat.

  Once again he gripped the table. It helped him focus, control his natural urges to take over. The desire to grip the genie’s head tightly between his palms and direct his hot, luscious mouth to exactly where he needed it most pummeled through him. He resisted fiercely, instinctively knowing Zane needed to feel control in some arenas. He’d give him this power over his body this time even if it killed him in the process. Slowly, slowly the torture continued but at least it progressed toward orgasm, driving him higher. Sweat beaded on his forehead, gathered on his top lip. Yeah, Zane was totally killing him. The hot, wet slide of his nimble tongue across his balls jerked a soft curse out into the open.

  “Fuck,” he hissed when the genie’s lips finally nudged the base of his straining dick. His shaft jerked in appreciation.

  A husky laugh sounded from beneath the table seconds before the damp rasp of a tongue licked the place where penis and scrotum met. Zane alternated tongue flicks on his testicles with long, tender licks along the length of his erection. His heart sped up and he battled long and hard with the urge to direct. The closer the genie’s tongue moved to the tip of his cock, the more difficult it became to fight his natural instincts to issue orders. Yet the pleasure… It roared through his head and the climax to beat all shimmered just out of reach. His hips jerked and moaning, almost begging, sounds squeezed past tight lips. His balls prickled with heat. His cock tingled as nimble lips licked salaciously across his tender skin. Finally, finally, the genie took him into his mouth, or at least he nuzzled Dillon’s shaft with the inside of his lips and applied pressure with the flat of his tongue.

  Again his hips jerked out of control. Zane played him like a master, their combined grunts and groans starting to sound like an orchestra tuning for the main event. Each move was energetic now instead of the prior languorous licks and sucks. Zane held his cock steady with his hands, lubricating it with plenty of saliva and spreading the steady flow of pre-cum, lavishly licking. Each move varied until he never knew what the genie would do next, how he’d touch him. A lick. A quick flick of tongue or steady pressure. Dillon panted, not remembering when he’d felt this tight, this turned on. Oh wait…that had been earlier in the afternoon. He gasped on hearing the eager and greedy sucking sounds Zane made.

  “Zane,” he moaned, thrusting uncontrollably into the genie’s mouth. He wanted to hold back, to prolong the exquisite pleasure that writhed through his veins. He couldn’t since he was completely and utterly undone. Out of control. Dillon tensed and spasmed, his cock jerking with explosive contractions. A raw and guttural sound emerged when Zane continued to work him but gently now with more care until the ejaculation ceased and he quieted.

  With one final lick, Zane released him and popped from beneath the table. “You still alive?” he asked with a cocky grin.

  Dillon barely had the energy to move but managed to stand on rubbery legs. He held out his hand with a half smile. “Just, but I need to lie down.”

  Chapter Five

  Dillon hadn’t enjoyed waking up so much for ages. The press of a warm body next to him plus a morning woody added up to lots of fun. Seductive fun. They’d started loving all over again with him entering Zane, working his way inside and moving with slow, easy strokes that gradually increased in pace. He thrust for a final time, letting out a loud groan of pleasure when he came. With a soft pop, he pulled free, a warm wash of semen trickling out with his exit. This time he hadn’t used a condom and it had felt incredible.

  He pulled his lover into a tight embrace and wondered if he’d be able to let him go. Zane-dependent. Was there a drug to cure men hooked on hot genies?

  The phone rang, loud and insistent.

  “I bet that’s Susan.”

  “Ignore the summons,” Zane mumbled.

  “If it’s Susan, she’ll only keep ringing until I answer or, worse, turn up at my front door. She’ll walk straight in because I forgot to lock the door and find us here.” He pressed a kiss to the genie’s neck and couldn’t resist taking a nibble of the tender skin. It tasted salty with a hint of spice.

  “Then she’ll get an eyeful,” Zane said with a raunchy growl. He moved enough so their lips aligned perfectly. A tight sensation bound Dillon’s chest and he found it difficult to breathe. He tore his mouth from the genie’s and dragged in a lungful of air before seizing Zane again and kissing him hard.

  The shrill of the telephone stopped and they both sighed. But almost immediately, the ringing started again.

  “I’d better get it.” Unwillingly Dillon pulled from Zane’s embrace. He could literally feel his sister’s determination seeping down the phone line. Rubbing his tired eyes, he crawled from bed and ambled toward the kitchen and the closest phone, cursing himself for not remembering to carry the mobile into the bedroom the previous evening. The phone stopped just when he reached for it. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, staring at the innocuous white object with loathing. After stretching and letting out a wide yawn, he decided to make a pot of tea and think about breakfast. All the lovin’ had made him hungry. Then another thought occurred. Maybe he should ring Susan before she decided to make an appearance. Duh! That would save problems all round since he wasn’t ready to admit anything more than friendship with Zane.

  Dillon picked up the phone and dialed while he went through the motions of making tea. “Susan?”

  “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for ages.”

  Her sharp tone brought a wave of foreboding. “Mum and Dad?”

  “They’re fine apart from the rash on Mum’s face, or they were last time I talked to them. No, I wanted to tell you about the epidemic that’s hit town. Are you sick? Have you come out with a rash over your face? Has your friend? Some people have it really bad.”

  “Neither of us have a rash.” Thanks to the excellent virus protection he’d installed on his computer last year.

  “I have,” Susan said in a gloomy voice. “I’m not leaving the house until it’s gone. Since Mum and I both have the rash, we’ve decided it might be best to postpone the birthday party.”

  Well, hell. At least he knew Susan wasn’t his culprit. “I guess that’s best,” he said, striving for sincere. Although he felt guilty about his mother and Susan getting the rash, it meant he’d have the genie to himself for longer. “Who else has the rash?”

  “Several of the teachers at the college have it.” Susan rattled off names and he grabbed a pen and paper to jot them down.

  “I was meant to speak at the computer club class today. Do you know if they’re all right? Should I still go?” Try keeping him away. He was looking forward to seeing which members of the club sported a rash and if any had pustules on their faces, they were going straight to the top of the list.

  “I’ve already said you should stay at home, but from what I hear, quite a few people are going about their normal business even though they have the rash. The local doctors don’t know what it is. They’ve sent swabs away to a lab for analysis.”

  “Can I do anything to help?”

  Susan sighed. “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll mooch around home today. My rash doesn’t seem as bad as some of the victims.”

  “All right,” Dillon said. “Take care.” He hung up the phone with a frown. Oh boy, wh
en he stuffed up, he did a good job. It sounded as if half the town had a genie-induced rash. At least he knew it wasn’t contagious.

  Zane wandered out to the kitchen, yawning widely. “Was that your sister?”

  Dillon took a moment to admire the smooth expanse of muscular chest and the well-honed bod before he replied. After all, it wasn’t every day he got to look at such delectable scenery, not in his own kitchen. “Yeah, it was Susan.” His fingers itched to touch, and with little willpower when it came to this man, Dillon went with his desires. He ran his fingers across the warm skin of Zane’s shoulder, smiling with delight when biceps flexed in reaction.

  Zane wanted to purr. He moved closer to the other man, feeling protected and dare he think it, loved. The tight sensation in the region of his chest took him by surprise. Last night he’d let Dillon master him, direct their loving and become responsible for his pleasure—apart from the session where he’d slipped under the table. A slow grin curled across his lips in memory. Now that had been fun.

  “What are you going to do?” he asked, glancing at the other man. “Are you still intending on going to speak at the school?”

  “College,” Dillon corrected absently. “Yeah. I have quite a few names on my list, but I can’t see most of them as the culprit. My gut instinct tells me it’s someone in the computer club.”

  Zane nodded. “Good. I’m coming with you.”

  “No! I’ve been thinking about you going into town and don’t think it’s a good idea. From what you’ve said, it’s better to stay away from everyone for ten days. I mean what if your boss captures you?”

  “I think it is unlikely the merc-magicks will remain in the area. They will search elsewhere. After being tied to the teapot for so long, I refuse to remain hidden any longer. I will wear a disguise and take great care.” Besides, having to remain in the house reminded him of his teapot. He thought he might go mad if he didn’t move without restriction. Was it too much to want normal and ordinary?