Page 9 of The Genie’s Wish (Harmony Glen #10)

Chapter Nine

RAYA

I know I’ve had Arman over before, but this time is different. Last time, he only got to see my front hall and living room. Now, I’m going to give him a tour.

Of my entire house.

My safe space.

Inviting him into it feels right, but also makes my brain go into overdrive. The cloud of doubt looms heavily at the back of my mind, and I have to fight everything in me to stay calm.

As we walk through the house, I tell him the obvious—what each room is, as if he can’t tell which one is the kitchen. The one with the stove and fridge, duh.

I can’t help it, though. If I silently lead him around, that’s awkward. But isn’t overexplaining it all a bit awkward too?

Relax, relax. I just need to relax.

The last room I have to show him is my office. The gamer room, as Orie calls it. She likes games too, but not the same kind as me. She plays a lot of retro games on older consoles, where I have a PC.

My heart pounds with each step we take closer to the room. The door comes into sight, closed, to prevent any sneak peeks.

When we reach the door, I look over my shoulder and up at him. He wears an expression similar to that of when I agreed to go to dinner with him.

Which I now know is a good thing.

“This is my office slash streaming room.” I grab and turn the handle, leading him in.

For some reason, bringing him into this space of mine and watching how he reacts makes me so nervous. What if he thinks I’ve decorated weirdly?

He wanders through it like a kid in a candy store. Taking in everything, touching everything, all with a glowing smile. It’s cute.

As he makes his way back, full circle, he runs a hand across the top of my desk chair. “It’s a very cozy space—I particularly like that genie lamp over on your shelf.”

My face floods with heat. I hadn’t even thought about what he might think of it when he saw it. Is it offensive?

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry…” I start to rush over to the shelf, but I don’t make it far.

Arman gently grabs my wrist as I try to pass him. He sits down in my chair, moving his grip to my hand and holding it.

With a smirk, he stares up at me. “Why are you sorry? If anything, I’m glad you have it.”

“Why?” I ask, dumbfounded but relieved at this reaction.

“Because,” he begins, winking at me, “it’s like you were manifesting me, or at least thinking of me.”

I can’t help but ask, “Did you ever, like, live in a lamp?”

“Before monsters were accepted in society, yes. I don’t really know why genies chose lamps to hide away in, but that’s what we did. Only allowing ourselves be discovered by those who meant us no harm.”

“That would’ve been lonely.” I chew on my bottom lip, realizing he may be able to relate to me more than I expected.

He shrugs, his thumb rubbing gently against the back of my hand. “It was at times, but it was safe. Back then, that’s what mattered most.”

“Well, I’m glad you aren’t confined to a lamp anymore.” I stare into his eyes, the connection I feel to him only growing stronger.

With a smile, he winks. “Me too.”

My heart pounds, and for once I let it take the wheel instead of my brain. I slip my hand from his, running both up either of his shoulders.

When I reach his neck, I wrap them around the back, slinging my leg over his and seating myself in his lap—at least, the best I can for this chair.

“And by the way, I have been thinking of you…” I whisper, feeling him get hard right beneath me. “A lot, actually.”

His hands grip my hips, tightening slightly. “I don’t want to do more than you’re comfortable with, Raya.”

The level of respect he has for me just turns me on more. I want him, and I know it now more than ever. He’s someone I want to experience more with—both right now, and in life.

“Now I’m comfortable with a lot more than you might expect.” I take his earlobe between my teeth, pulling on it slightly.

He inhales sharply, slowly letting his hands wander from my hips to my ass, giving me firm squeezes. I nudge his head to the side, kissing along his neck and sucking gently as I make my way to his lips.

When I reach them, he instantly captures mine, pulling me even closer to him. I move my hips against him, feeling him below me, only a few layers of fabric separating us.

His hands travel upward, slipping just under the hem of my shirt. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. Our chests rise and fall in sync, desperate for air.

Almost as desperate as the pounding between my legs is for him.

“Tell me if something isn’t okay, or if you want to stop, okay?” His voice is low, his breath tickling my lips.

I nod against him. “Okay.”

He leans back in the chair, putting a bit of space between us, a fire dancing through his eyes as he instructs, “Put your arms above your head.”

I raise my arms up, feeling my heartbeat pulsing in my pussy as I anxiously await whatever it is he wants to do. What I expect is for him to lift my shirt over my head.

What I don’t expect is for my clothes to completely disappear, leaving me straddling him with only my bra and underwear on.

His clothes have gone too, including his underwear, and I can feel much more of him. I can’t help myself, looking down to see what a genie’s dick looks like.

There are swirls traveling down the length of it, and its tip—from what I can see—looks rather long and pointy. Almost like a genie’s… tail ? Is that what you call the wispy end?

Quickly, I bring my eyes back up, not wanting to stare too long. Though I’m sure he doesn’t mind.

“Why did you want me to raise my arms if you weren’t going to actually take off my shirt?” I can’t help but feel fire coursing through my veins as his eyes travel over me. “And why didn’t you do this in the woods?”

There are a few seconds of silence before he brings his gaze back up to mine, smiling. “I didn’t want to spook you—plus, right now I’m just enjoying this view.”

My cheeks burn up, and I bring my arms down, running my hands down his chest. He grips my ass, his fingertips digging into me as he guides me to grind against him.

His dick presses against my underwear, only making me grow wetter. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.

There are no other thoughts in my mind at this moment—only him. Only what I want him to do to me.

He moves underneath me, and suddenly I feel like I’m lifted slightly. His one hand moves over top of my underwear, circling my clit.

His other hand holds my hips, still guiding my movements. Suddenly, I feel a tickle moving over my ass, moving beneath my underwear and toward my asshole.

When it swirls around it, I suck in a breath. The surprise of it is one thing—the surprise of liking it is another.

I look over my shoulder, my eyes widening at the sight. His legs are gone, replaced by his genie form. The tickle? From the tip of his…tail?

“Is that okay, darling?” He checks in between gentle kisses along my collarbone.

I nod, reaching between us and wrapping my hand around his dick as much as possible. “ More than okay.”

He moves his hand from my clit, making my pussy ache for him. Now, he wraps that hand over top of mine, guiding me as I stroke him.

Suddenly, my underwear is gone, and each grind against him slicks his dick in my juices. Gods, why is he teasing me so much?

I lift myself, lining up with his dick so that on the next grind, the tip slips in. He lets out a moan, his fingers digging into my hip.

We move our hands, allowing more of him to enter me, the swirls sending ripples of pleasure through me. His tip hits me deep already, and only presses into me more as he pushes all of his length inside.

“Arman…” I gasp as he grabs my hips, thrusting himself up into me, over and over.

Each time sends even more pleasure through me, my legs tingling. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it does .

The tip of his wispiness slips inside of me, a sensation different from anything I’ve ever felt before. Having him filling me up completely is a new level of pleasure—as if I’ve unlocked a new level of living.

This isn’t something I’ve ever done—fucked a genie, or butt stuff—but it’s definitely something I want to do again. Gods, this is what I didn’t know I’ve been missing.

As he pounds into me, I practically order him through my breaths, “Give me more of you.”

Without saying anything, his next thrusts go deeper, and it’s like I can feel both parts of him hitting each other through my walls. And boy, does it ever make me weak .

He checks in with me again, his voice husky, “Is that okay, darling?”

“Oh, Arman ,” I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Yes—yes.”

He kisses across my chest, catching one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking. It sends my senses into overdrive, and I feel myself losing control.

I open my mouth, but no words come out—only the loudest moan I’ve ever made. My body feels as if there are fireworks going off inside, and I arch my back, his hands the only thing keeping me from falling back.

As I ride my climax to a finish, he keeps pounding into me, only slowing when my breaths become heavier. I tip my head forward, meeting his eyes again.

His eyes almost look like they have tiny flecks of glitter in them, and through labored breaths, he says, “Hop off, darling—I’m close.”

I do as he says, lifting myself and immediately feeling empty without him. My legs shake as I slide off of his lap, kneeling in front of him on the chair.

“Let me.” I reach out, wrapping a hand around his throbbing dick, which is now a light-purple shade.

Pumping, I watch him closely, enjoying the way his eyes flutter closed. His chest glistens, each muscle popping as his breathing gets faster.

Using all the remaining strength in my legs, I prop myself up higher, lining his tip with my tits. “Right here, baby.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes still closed.

He doesn’t even know where I want him to come, and he’s making sure it’s okay? Gods , he’s so hot.

“Yes,” I encourage, tightening my grip on his dick as I work him, feeling the swirls beneath my fingers.

His eyes briefly flutter open, his dick now dripping with pre-cum. It’s as if the mere sight of my boobs was enough to finish him off.

Oh, it was enough.

“ Fuck , Raya,” he moans, his cum now spurting from his tip and covering my chest.

I pump him until he’s done, watching as he admires his artwork across me. Gods, that was the best sex I’ve ever had—not that I have a lot to compare it to.

After that, though…there’s no one else I could ever see myself doing it with again.

I think I’m falling for Arman.

“What do you think I should do?” I sigh, slumping against the front desk.

Orie scurries around the store, restocking shelves, which she’s been doing the entire time. “Well, I think you should trust him.”

“You do?” My eyes follow her as she moves.

“Yes, Raya.” She stops, turning to face me with her hands on her hips. “At this point, you’ve grown quite fond of him—so why not give in to it?”

With a little laugh, I remind her. “Because it could all crash and burn and hurt like hell?”

She rolls her eyes, getting back to stocking. “Don’t let your fear define you. You might just be pushing away something really good.”

“You’re right, besides…” I walk toward the exit of the store, putting my fingers on the handle and looking over my shoulder at her. “He’s sweet, respectful, and the sex is amazing.”

She freezes, her head whipping to me and eyes wide as I step out the door. “The what ?”

I blow her a kiss through the window as I walk off, leaving her gobsmacked in the middle of her store.

Now, I’ll go home and think of how I want to open up to Arman—while I wait for the onslaught of texts or calls from Orie.