Stalker Problems - Chapter 44 - Refund Emergency #2
“Thank you,” I muttered between kisses.
His strong hands ran along my rib cage and up to my tits. I thrust my hips against him. I could feel him getting hard. Yes! I’d been dreaming of this moment for weeks.
I pushed his jacket off his broad shoulders and ran my hands over his abs. I wanted to explore every inch of him. To feel him inside of me. To taste his cum on my lips.
And I could tell he wanted it too. He squeezed my ass and groaned into my mouth. “Ash…”
I silenced him with a kiss.
It’s finally happening! My whole body was alive. The sensation of every touch was magnified by a million. And yet…a little voice in the back of my head was screaming that I should stop. Because right now I was on cloud nine. Everything was perfect. But if we got any further and he rejected me…
Fuck.
I let myself enjoy him for a few more seconds - to taste his lips, feel his abs - and then I pulled back.
He reached for me to bring me back, but I dodged.
Shit! I knew how it felt to be rejected.
Was that how I’d just made him feel? This was the second day in a row I’d been the one to put the brakes on our sexy time.
Although…he kind of deserved it after that genie nonsense.
That had been cruel and unusual to make me squirm like that when he freaking had the flash drives the whole time.
And then I got a wonderful idea. I grabbed his lamp off the table. It was time for a little payback.
“So how many wishes does this thing grant me?”
“Three,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Alright then…” What was it that he had said when he’d first joked about being a genie? Something about a flaming genie penis? It was time to throw that nonsense back in his face. “I wish for…”
He held up a hand. “Remember, be careful how you word it.”
I sighed. He was insufferable. “I wish for you to no longer have a flaming genie penis,” I said as I rubbed his ridiculous lamp.
“Sweet lord, Ash!” He snatched the lamp out of my hand. “I just told you to be careful how you word your wishes. If that wish wasn’t disallowed by rule three of the Genie Code of Magic, then you would have just turned me into a eunuch.”
I laughed. “Oopsies.”
“Oopsies?! I quite like having a penis, thank you very much.”
Then maybe you should use it on me.
“Now, if I give this back to you, will you be more careful? And leave my penis out of your wishes?”
“Maybe.” I grabbed the lamp from him. It was a shame that I wasn’t allowed to make any more wishes about his penis. Because I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and taste him. Although, if Dr. Lyons was anything to go by, it wouldn’t exactly be the most pleasant taste.
That’s it! I had the perfect wish. Or rather, the perfect two wishes. I rubbed his lamp and made my wish: “I wish for cum to taste like cookies.”
“Your wish is my command.” He snapped his fingers.
I stared at him expectantly. “So it’s done?”
“Yup.”
“Good. Now I wish to taste some cookies.” I put my hand on my hip and stared at him. Daring him to make the move.
“Man, these are some real softball wishes here. Usually people ask for like, a new house. Or for their worst enemy to be attacked by a swarm of locusts.” He reached into his computer bag and tossed me a bag of Famous Amos cookies.
Damn it! What were the odds that he’d just had those on hand? “Just one little bag?” I asked. “I’d been hoping for…more.” I wasn’t shy about staring directly at his crotch.
“Well what did you expect when you didn’t bother to rub my lamp?
I can’t just pull cookies out of thin air without my genie magic being activated first. If I could, I’d probably weigh like 400 pounds.
So if you really want to taste cookies, then I suggest you rub my lamp and say it like you mean it. ”
God that was suggestive. And I was happy to oblige. I rubbed his lamp and said, “I wish for you to fill my mouth with your delicious cookies.”
“Now that’s how to make a wish.” Tanner snapped his fingers and stood up.
I put his lamp down as he walked towards me. His eyes were filled with desire. He looked like he was about to fucking devour me. And I was sure as hell about to devour him.
But then he walked right past me. Towards the door.
Shit! Was he seriously leaving? I knew he was gonna pull this shit. That was why I’d stopped making out with him in the first place.
“Wait,” I said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have wished for that.”
He turned around. “Well this is going to be awkward then.” He opened the door and I almost screamed.
Because in the hallway was a strange little man in a butler uniform holding a platter of cookies.
Actually, it wasn’t just any strange little man.
It was Tanner’s driver. Or I guess…assistant?
If he was running around the city delivering cookies on short notice he wasn’t just a driver.
“Good day, Master Tanner. I have your cookies.”
“Thank you, Nigel.” Tanner grabbed the tray, turned around, and shoved a cookie in my mouth.
I almost spit it out, but it was so freaking good.
“More?” he asked.
I had no idea how to answer. I had so many questions running through my head.
Namely…who the hell exactly was this little man named Nigel and how did he get here so quickly with a platter of cookies?
I’d only made my wish like thirty seconds ago.
But if you counted from when I’d first asked for cookies without rubbing the lamp, then it was a bit longer.
All that silliness with the Famous Amos cookies must have been his way of buying time for Nigel to get here.
Tanner pressed another cookie against my lips. “Let me know when your mouth is full.”
He said it in a very suggestive way, but the fact that it wasn’t his dick was not sexy at all. I swatted his hand away and tried to swallow down the cookie already in my mouth.
“I guess she’s finished. Thank you, Nigel. That will be all.”
The little man bowed and backed out of the room.
And then I burst out laughing. And so did Tanner.
We laughed and laughed. Even harder than we had after the weird misunderstanding at the sauna. I hadn’t laughed this hard in years.
“Who the hell…” I tried to say between laughs. But I couldn’t get it out. The relief of finally having my sex tape safely away from Joe and the ridiculousness of Tanner, his lamp, and that odd little butler was too much. I was in tears from laughing so hard.
Between laughs I was finally able to get the whole question out. “Who the hell was that guy? And how did he get here so quickly with those cookies?”
“Don’t even pretend you haven’t seen him before, stalker. That’s Nigel. My houseboy. Was that not clear from his uniform?”
I stared at him in disbelief. Tanner was officially nuts. But I kind of loved it. I might have finally met the one person in the world stranger than myself. “Oh, of course. Silly me.”
“You’ll have to meet him properly some other day. I would have had him stay, but he’s been quite busy recently. Although I’m pretty sure he’s just trying to keep his mind off the departure of our recent houseguest.”
Recent houseguest? As in…a female? I was trying to figure out how to ask more questions without sounding jealous when Tanner’s phone rang.
He checked his text and shook his head. “Damn. Our caterer just said their head chef gets seasick, so they’re pulling out of the launch party. I better head over there to see if I can change their mind.”
“Okay, let me fix my makeup real quick and then…”
“You don’t have to come,” said Tanner. “Today’s your day off. I got this.”
“I really don’t mind.”
“Nope,” said Tanner. “You didn’t even want to go with this caterer, but I pushed for them.
This is my mess, I’ll clean it up. We’ll have to reschedule our dinner for another night though.
” He grabbed a cookie off the platter and headed out the door.
But he stopped just before closing it. “Oh, and Ash?”
“Yeah?”
“I felt bad that you wasted your wishes on silly stuff, so I granted you a fourth wish. I think you’ll find it’s way cooler than a platter of cookies.”
A fourth wish? How very un-genie-like of him. He’d been so smooth with his joke up until then. But I wasn’t complaining. I loved surprises. “What is it?” I asked.
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise. But you’re going to want to take a closer look at that bookshelf.”