Free The Final Wish by Tracey O'Hara Page B

her needs Ishari would allow the girl to lie with her instead. And sometimes, even when Hussein was available, she welcomed Mari to join them.
    The girl was right. Her need was great. The memory of her master’s glowing golden skin drove Ishari’s desire up a notch and she pulled the girl’s chin toward her to place a tender kiss on her soft lips. Mari needed no further encouragement; her lips parted and she deepened the kiss. Ishari sighed, melting under the onslaught of the girl’s soft mouth and probing tongue.
    Mari broke off as she rose over Ishari’s prone body, their eyes locked together, lips mere inches apart. The girl gently pushed apart Ishari’s thighs with one knee and squeezed the left breast with one hand as the other rested on the right thigh mere inches from her sex. The girl’s head lowered. Ishari bit back a cry as Mari’s lips encircled her nipple, sucking in the sensitive flesh and sending delicious waves of desire straight to her core.
    Ishari’s head filled with images of her master, imagining it was his mouth on her breasts, his hand trailing up the inside of her thigh, his fingers entering her—
    Oh my.
    She closed her eyes, giving in to the pulsating pleasure of her clit being stroked while Mari’s fingers slid in and out with a lazy rhythm. A confident smile turned the corner of the girl’s full lips before she dropped between Ishari’s thighs and her hot mouth replaced the fingers. Her tongue circled the swollen nub of Ishari’s core, her teeth scraped the soft, sensitive flesh with delicious sensations.
    Ishari arched her back with a moan. Mari’s tongue entered her opening, probing the inside, and Ishari slid her fingers down to manipulate her clit in time with the girl’s thrusts. The pressure began to build. A few more strokes and she would—
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    Caleb strummed the new tune forming in his head as he looked out over the water to the Sydney Harbour Bridge. The words were just beyond him at the moment, but they would come when he’d bedded the music down a little more. That’s the way it was. First the music, then the words. Every single time he wrote a new song.
    He’d woken with the tune playing in his head after a yet another night of her haunting his sleep—the mysteriously beautiful dark-haired woman. Her violet eyes had disturbed many of his best dreams and more than a few of his waking thoughts.
    He closed his eyes, losing himself in the notes—the slowly setting sun still warmed his face as he thought of his Djinn, as she called herself. He continued to strum the tune as hands reached from behind and ran over his chest.
    Soft lips brushed his ear. “That’s so beautiful.”
    It wasn’t the voice of his nightly visions, yet his cock leapt straight to attention. His body responded to the nearness of a woman, his fingers forgetting the melody he’d played a few seconds earlier. The woman, probably his brother’s latest groupie conquest, seemed to take this as a sign. She took the guitar from his hands and placed it on the seat beside him before reaching over his shoulder to unzip his black jeans. Caleb sat frozen, unable to move as her warm delicate fingers circled his cock. Even the knowledge of them being out in the open could not quench the sudden desire that licked up his spine.
    Her hair brushed his skin with a light caress and he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. It’d been months since he’d been with anyone. He’d grown tired of the games and meaningless sex with those only interested in banging a famous musician. Besides, there was only one woman on his mind these days. The woman who belonged to him, yet he could never keep.
    Maybe it was time he just blew his wad, as his brother would’ve put it. Maybe that would stop the exotic genie from haunting his dreams.
    The groupie slid between his legs before he had a chance to raise any objections. Her bright red hair glowed in the dying sunlight. His cock hardened as her lips slid over the tip