Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(55)
Unfazed by the attempt at pouting, Desmond settled his chin on Jeremy’s shoulder, massaging his fingers in and out of Jeremy’s ass as he spoke. “When I first started performing, I looked for you in the audience. Even after you said you wanted nothing to do with me, I looked for you. Years passed with no sign of you, and I thought I was the silliest man in the world. Then one day, hiding in the very back beneath the shadows of the balcony, there you were.”
Jeremy stiffened but didn’t take his eyes off the door.
“Another year or two, and I could have given up. I would have accepted your decision and moved on.” He licked the lower part of Jeremy’s earlobe. “But you came to me.”
Suddenly, magic hotter than what Desmond previously summoned sprang up inside Jeremy’s right calf. The spell trapping him to the door was the only thing that kept him upright. Hot tendrils of magic spread past his knee and up his thigh. Jeremy leaned his head back as he anticipated it blooming in his cock, but the magic cut off right under his ass. Jeremy wiggled his other leg so he could kick Desmond, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Is there a problem?”
Jeremy moved his hips so his cock brushed the door, making it obvious where he wanted the next power rush.
Desmond slid his hand down Jeremy’s front and grabbed his cock. He stroked firmly from the base to tip while he rubbed Jeremy’s prostate with his other hand. “Why should I give you instant gratification when you made me wait months?”
Just as Jeremy thought about spitting out the rod and punching Desmond, magic pulsed in both his feet and hands and surged up his limbs. As Jeremy dragged his fingers down the wood, a whimper built in the back of his throat. It was coming. All four pathways stopped at the edges of his torso. Jeremy hung his head and moaned, not caring how pathetic he sounded. It’ll feel so good if he finishes. Please, please, please finish it.
“Never call me unkind.” Desmond removed his fingers and thrust his cock so hard inside Jeremy that he had to cover Jeremy’s mouth so the rod stayed put.
With Desmond holding the rod in place, Jeremy was free to cry out as the magic joined at the four points and flooded through his cock and heart. Desmond’s cock acted as a focus, so the magic pulsed and died with each thrust. Jeremy sobbed and wailed as Desmond slammed into him. When Jeremy came, a maelstrom of power consumed the red glow, purifying it to green. Jeremy closed his eyes, weightless and soaring on the magic shared between them, trusting that Desmond could absorb enough that it wouldn’t destroy them.
JEREMY’S EYES opened. Green smoke floated out of his trash can from a burning condom. Whatever chair he was on felt weird, so he looked around and found he was seated on Desmond’s lap.
Desmond kissed his forehead. “You look like you’ve been fucked for a week straight.”
Jeremy sighed. Snuggled against Desmond’s chest felt too good to lie and say he wasn’t enjoying it. “Where’s my rod?”
“On your desk.”
Jeremy looked, barely moving his head, and relaxed once he spotted the glowing rod filled with their magic. “That thing would be worth millions if I sold it, Mr. Desmond the Great.”
“It’s a good thing my lover is a greedy man who delights in having rare objects no one else has.”
“True. How many pictures did you take?”
“You think I took pictures while you were a sobbing mess and begging me to fuck you forever?”
Jeremy’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t remember that, and your fucking camera better be shielded like crazy when we’re at my office.”
“You haven’t seen it yet.” Desmond waved his hand at the desk, and the camera appeared right in front of them, still clicking.
“Asshole.”
“Which reminds me.” Desmond stood without dislodging Jeremy from his arms. “My spell did me in as much as you, so I don’t have many shots of us fucking.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“Oh, it’s not. I’m letting you know that I’m taking care of it right now.”
Potions, herbs, and other miscellaneous things floated off the desk to the floor, the rod landing gently on Jeremy’s clothes. Then Desmond walked the old-fashioned way to place Jeremy on the empty desk. Jeremy watched a foil square near his head tear open and the condom inside roll itself over Desmond’s cock. He slowly joined them again, a moan escaping his lips. “Your ass never ceases to amaze me.”
The magic passageways on Jeremy’s skin stung like they had been fucked as much as his ass. With his arms locked around Desmond’s neck and the camera snapping photo after photo, this was how they were meant to be.
CLIVE EYED the steaming pot that seemed divine after cleansing the lobby of the dueling rotting curses contaminating Gulley’s body. The stench took his and Desmond’s combined abilities to remove, but Simone could work the next morning without a whiff of decay in her space. Jumping on the road after multiple spells wasn’t a great idea when neither he nor Jeremy had chauffeurs to drive them, so they rested in the squat chairs in the kitchenette. “May I please have a cup?”
“Yes, but don’t hog it,” Jeremy said without looking up.
Careful not to spill a drop, Clive poured himself a drink and inhaled the fragrant hints of orange and cardamom. “I wish others took their time making it like you do.” Sharing beverages wasn’t his greatest diplomatic achievement, but it was an improvement.