Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(48)

Red tendrils of magic flowed out of Desmond’s hand and seeped into old invisible scars carved all over Jeremy’s body. Jeremy blinked. It was happening too fast for him to stop. There was nowhere for him to go with Desmond fully lodged in him. He whimpered. I have to tell him to stop. We can’t do this after so long. But Jeremy said nothing and waited for their magics to blend. In the pit of his stomach, magic pooled, changing from warm waves to cold and leaving Jeremy too off-kilter to catch his breath. “Desmond.” Jeremy came so hard that his forehead banged the door.

Desmond forced Jeremy to kiss him so his shouts were swallowed by their connected mouths. Jeremy’s legs buckled, but Desmond kept Jeremy up by thrusting hard in him and leaving no space between them. Desmond gazed down on him intensely with his coming release. As Desmond slammed into Jeremy, Jeremy’s magic surged into Desmond in bright yellows and greens, coloring everything in Jeremy’s sight in the same hues. When the room began returning to normal, Desmond didn’t release Jeremy’s lips. No more magic flowed to the magician, but Desmond wouldn’t pull out of Jeremy’s ass. Jeremy moaned for air, but Desmond stroked his tongue inside Jeremy’s mouth without any sign of withdrawing. Finally Desmond released him and grinned.

“Well, that restarted the clock.”

Jeremy could only stare breathlessly at him and glance meaningfully down at the cock lodged in his ass.

“Sorry. That magic burst is going to last a while.” Desmond carefully pulled out his still enlarged cock and nibbled the back of Jeremy’s neck. “Ask of me anything right now.”

“I want to rest.”

“As you wish, love.” Desmond guided Jeremy to the chaise and gently laid him on it.

Jeremy shivered from the tingles echoing in his body. “You don’t let an opportunity slip, do you?”

“I don’t know about that.” Desmond rubbed Jeremy’s thigh. “If it were the old days, my cum would be dripping out of your ass.”

“You’ve taken enough liberties.” Jeremy stretched out his legs and relaxed on the plush-cushioned surface he lay on. “You’ve gotten used to the finer things.” He closed his eyes. “I need some of your hair. We’re going to use it for an intention spell on Gulley’s body.”

“Uh-huh.” The muttered words came from farther away.

“You can supervise the ritual and handle the ingredients’ destruction yourself.”

“Uh-huh.” Click. Click.

Jeremy opened his eyes and looked at his former lover holding a camera. “You still take pictures?”

Click, click. Desmond lowered the camera so he could get a wide shot of Jeremy’s cum on his abdomen. “Only of you.”

Jeremy rolled on his back and held his cock. “What did you do with all the other photos?”

Desmond shrugged and took more pictures. “They’re somewhere.”

Playing the perfect model, Jeremy cupped his balls and moved his other hand to his loosened hole. He slipped his thumb inside, and Desmond licked his lips while rapidly clicking the shutter. “You are so easy.”

“Stay like that.” Desmond put the camera down. He snatched a condom out of his coat pocket and opened it. He quickly rolled the condom on and picked up his camera again.

Jeremy thrust more fingers inside his ass and waited for Desmond to come closer.

“Why are you being so cooperative today?”

“Because I like not feeling pain.” And I like you touching me, Jeremy thought silently.

“Take your fingers out.”

Jeremy smirked. “Fuck you.”

Desmond nodded. “There’s that ass I know and love.” He put the camera down next to Jeremy’s head and grabbed Jeremy’s hair. “My turn.” He pulled Jeremy’s fingers away and scooted so his cock poked at Jeremy’s hole. He picked up the camera and aimed it at his cock. He used his position as leverage, so he could plunge inside Jeremy without needing his full hands and took shots of his cock impaling Jeremy inch by inch. “That looks fucking perfect.” Once seated, he raised the camera to catch Jeremy’s face as he gritted his teeth. Desmond backed off and slammed into Jeremy, his finger snapping the photos as merciless as his cock. “You want me to play nice with Clive. You got it. You want my hair, it’s yours. But.” Desmond pulled Jeremy’s head up so they looked each other in the eyes. “I get more of this.” He punctuated his demands by rocking fiercely into Jeremy, so Jeremy couldn’t speak. “More of you being so fucking sweet that my cock wants to melt inside of you.”

Jeremy could only nod.

“That’s a good boy,” Desmond whispered, and he bit Jeremy’s ear.

Jeremy’s cum spilled onto the expensive fabric as Desmond jerked his hips at a different angle. “Fuck,” he whispered as Desmond plowed his sweet spot. He didn’t think he had anything left, but a tiny burst of power and pleasure collapsed his body into a heap.

“Don’t you dare pass out on me, or we’re going again.”

Jeremy groaned but kept his eyes open, even though all he wanted to do was sleep.

“That’s right, just like that.” Desmond licked Jeremy’s chin and kissed him as he came. A few more thrusts and Desmond finally stopped moving. “Now you can pass out.”