WhiskeyBottleLover (2 page)

“You want me to put it in my mouth?”

“Yep, let your tongue slide over it and when I pull back you
suck lightly.” It had been far too long since he felt this specific pleasure
but he wanted it now.

Annie nodded and then parted her lips. With one hand on the
back of her head and the other tight around the base of his cock, he fed his
throbbing flesh into her mouth. “Close,” he ordered and when she did, he pulled
back.

Annie was far from dim. She sucked as he slid out, allowing
her soft tongue to slide over the shaft. Hayes groaned from the hot suction.
When he pushed back in she released slightly. It took only a few times before
she had it mastered and was eagerly sucking him into oblivion. He pumped
between her lips, thrusting his hips, grunting from the sweet pleasure.

That old familiar sensation of his spine tensing like it
would break came hard and fast. He wouldn’t last. This wasn’t the way he wanted
to come. Desperate to fill her body, he pulled back, panting as he struggled
for control.

“Did I do something wrong?”

She looked honestly concerned. “No. You do that very well. A
little too well. This isn’t the way I want to climax.” Hayes eased her back
onto the mattress, lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“The sheath,” she protested.

He reached around to the table behind him and handed it to her.
“Don’t know what to do with it.”

Annie dropped her legs, sat up and gripped his cock. With
gentle hands she worked the thin material down, jerking his flesh until he
thought he’d blow right then and there. Yeah, no wonder men liked the way she
put it on. The woman gave a hand job without even knowing it. It fit snug and
frankly he didn’t know how it would stop any seed from entering her body, but
what the hell.

She seemed pleased now as she lay back down willingly,
wrapping her legs around him. He wasted no time, thrusting into her body with
one hard push. Even with the sheath on he could feel her muscles separating and
then contracting around him. The lack of wet heat enveloping his cock
disappointed him but he quickly got over it when she gave a little swirl of her
hips.

The basic need to rut hard hit him. No grace now, he pumped
and pounded into her, drowning in the pleasure washing through his body. He
reached between them, rubbing her little clitty with his thumb, strumming the
pearl until it swelled and her body tightened. Annie’s climax strangled his
cock, unleashing a hard explosion that dragged a roar from his throat.

He continued pumping into her, loving the feel of her little
body milking him dry. When he had no more to give, he collapsed down over her
body. Annie wrapped her arms around him, holding him through the shuddering
aftereffects. They lay there like that for long moments, their naked bodies
pressed tight against each other. Hayes didn’t want to move, he wanted to stay
here forever.

“You like your life?” he asked. Apparently the wrong
question because she dropped her arms and pushed at his body. He wasn’t having
it. He put more weight on her to hold her still. “A simple question, darlin’.
Do you like this life or are you up for a change?”

“It’s the only life I know,” she snapped, struggling to get
out from under him. “Since I was sixteen years of age.”

Hayes rolled away and let her sit up. “Sixteen?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but my mother and
father both passed from illness shortly after we arrived here. A few women in
the town looked after me but mostly it was up to me to survive. It didn’t take
long to see what I had to do.” She grabbed her blouse, holding it over her bare
breasts.

“No point in hidin’ from me now,” he chuckled, gripping the
thin material and jerking it away.

“Have you eaten lately?” she asked, brushing the stray
strands of hair from her face.

“I haven’t.”

“I’ll fetch you some food. You can stay here until I get
back.”

She quickly dressed and then hustled out of the tent. In
short order she returned with a worn basket and crawled up onto the bed with
him. They ate together in silence. When they finished she cleaned up the mess.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?”

Hayes grinned. “Under the stars, where every wanderer
sleeps.”

“You can stay here for the night,” she said, never making
eye contact with him.

“I’m much obliged. What can I pay you for the courtesy?” As
if he didn’t know. It always went this way.

Annie froze a moment and then turned. “Make me climax again,”
she blurted out.

No hardship for him. Hayes enjoyed her body, undressing her,
listening to her breathy little moans, and when she finished she eagerly
brought him release. As they recovered beneath the thin blanket he decided to
make a proposition.

“Come with me for the winter.”

Annie went still. “What?”

“I’m headed into the mountains for the winter. Come with
me.”

Silence filled the small tent. “Why?”

“It gets lonely and I’d appreciate the companionship.”

“And the free sex,” she added with humor in her voice.

“Not so much free.” His hand slid across her bare tummy, up
and then cupped her breast. “I would be feedin’ ya, keepin’ ya warm, taking
care of ya. What would you have here?”

She said nothing and he knew why. Her options here were
bleaker than what he could offer. At least on the mountain she would have
plenty to eat, a fire to keep her warm and more than a tent over her head.

“What do you have to lose?”

Annie rolled over, tucked her arm beneath her head and
sighed. “You don’t know me, or I you. You could be a brute for all I know.”

“Oh darlin’, I promise I will make you scream, but not from
pain. Never pain. Only pleasure. Hurting a woman is for the weak man. I have
confidence to spare.”

Annie giggled. “Yes. You do.”

“After I buy supplies in the mornin’ I’ll be headin’ to the
hills to build a cabin and prepare for the winter. You’re welcome to join me,
or stay to continue this life of emptiness. It’s up to you.” Hayes snuggled
against her back and closed his eyes. He’d give her until morning to think it
over.

Before the sun rose she awakened him with a warm, wet kiss
on his cock. Her sweet little mouth sucked him hard until he could no longer
hold back and spurted his seed over his belly. Annie grinned with swollen lips
as she wiped him clean.

“I have money hidden to help buy supplies. Other personal
items I’d like to take along. If you can wait until I return with them, I’ll go
with you.”

Hayes grinned, grabbing a fistful of her long brown hair.
“You won’t be sorry. Oh, and since we’ll be living together. What’s your name?”

“I don’t like my name. It brings back too many painful
memories of loss. What would you like my name to be?”

Hayes wondered about that but had all winter to learn her
secrets. “Annie, you look like an Annie to me.”

“Then Annie I shall be.”

He spent the day bargaining for an extra horse, a
broken-down wagon and basic supplies he needed to get through the winter. Annie
took off, promising to be back by nightfall. He offered to ride along but she
insisted she go alone. He spent the late afternoon in the saloon, drinking and
waiting. By the time the first stars began to appear in the sky, he’d downed
almost an entire bottle of whiskey.

Stumbling out into the crisp evening, he wondered if she’d
run into trouble. It wasn’t safe for a woman to travel alone. Too many brutes,
as she called them. He’d seen his share of women in the hands of drunken,
hateful men who showed their masculinity by beating someone weaker. Even put
some hot lead into one.

Hayes stumbled across the dirt road toward his horses and
wagon. He’d wait for her. If she didn’t show by dawn he’d go looking. Where the
hell to look he didn’t know. Annie didn’t give any clues as to where she was
heading.

“You look lost, my friend.”

The deep, foreign-sounding voice came from the shadows.
Hayes put his hand on the butt of his gun and froze. Damn the drink buzzing
through his system. He wouldn’t aim straight if his life depended on it.

“Easy. I’m just a man wallowing in his solitude like you.
Come, have a seat with me and we shall commiserate together.”

Hayes frowned as he inched closer to the voice. “Where you
from?” he asked, only seeing the man’s silhouette. “You sound different.”

He chuckled, a deeper baritone sound than Hayes had ever
heard before. “I am a long way from home indeed.”

Head spinning from the cheap alcohol, Hayes dropped down on
the log beside the man. His dark skin nearly made him invisible in the night
but his size was hard to mistake. “You’re a big sumbitch, ain’t ya?” He took
another swig of his whiskey.

Again the man chuckled. “I get my girth from my father and
his father. We are unique even in my homeland.”

“Huh, and where’s that?”

“No place you’ve heard of I’m sure. So what do you seek on
this quiet night?”

Hayes couldn’t quite keep his brain in focus. “I’m waitin’ on
my lady. She was supposed to be here before dark.” Maybe he should take a ride
out and see what he could find.

“You are a lucky man to have a woman. I have long wished for
that myself.”

More concerned about Annie than this man’s sob story, Hayes
downed more of his whiskey and watched the road. “Plenty of women around, pick
one,” he said absently.

“It is not that easy. I cannot offer women what they need,
unlike you, a man of the earth who can take care of such a precious gift.”

“A man of the earth? What’s that mean?” Damn it, he wanted
to be on the trail by now. Maybe she changed her mind, decided living alone
with him wasn’t what she wanted.

“You are mortal. I am not. I have been alive for over two
hundred years and living confined to a bottle for most of my existence.”

“Sure you have,” Hayes muttered. Hayes thought he sounded
stupid drunk.

“’Tis true.” The man picked up a bottle with a short neck
and bulging body. In the dark it looked to be black but when it caught the
moonlight he could see the dark-green glass. “My home.”

“You want me to believe you live in that,” he said, pointing
at the thing. Hayes barked a laugh that echoed in the darkness. “Stranger, you
think I fell off the wagon yesterday? You’ve either had too much to drink or
not enough.”

“I know it must be hard for you to believe. Living this
miserable existence limits a man with the knowledge needed to expand his
horizons. Nonetheless, what I speak is true. I am a genie and this is my home.”

“A genie? What the hell is that?” Hayes kicked back,
entertained by the man’s fanciful stories. If he had to wait on Annie, might as
well pass the time with some fun.

“I grant wishes, my friend. Anything a being desires can
come to be if they rub my bottle and release me.”

Hayes half-assed listened as the man explained how it all
worked. Every time he heard the whinny of a horse he looked down the road. No
Annie. Where the hell could she be?

“So if you have all this power why not make yourself free?
Simple enough.” He had power all right, the power of the bottle. If this is
what drinking did to man, he should consider sticking to water.

“Someone must wish for my freedom, you see. I can grant
wishes to others but never myself. I will only be freed if I have someone to
replace me.” The man leaned back, pulling his knee up to mimic Hayes’ position.
“Who would want that much power to grant peoples wishes?”

Hayes scrubbed his face with his hands. “If you can only
come out of your bottle when someone rubs it, how the hell are you sittin’ here
tellin’ me this foolish story?” The town doc should take a look at this guy. He
was a few logs short of a stack.

“I have one more wish to grant my master, but he is inside
that place.” The man pointed to the saloon. “One wish before I am imprisoned
once again.”

“Tell ya what, Stranger.” Hayes got to his feet with his
empty whiskey bottle in hand, ready to climb in the back of his wagon and sleep
off the buzz until Annie returned. “I wish you were free and I’ll take your
place. How’s that sound?”

Suddenly his legs grew heavy, making it impossible to move
them. Even his arms felt weighed down. The stranger stood and all Hayes could
do was watch as the man towered over him, laughing with that deep, booming
voice.

Time stood still, the air stalled around him. In that moment
Hayes knew he’d made a grave mistake. The man’s eyes glowed green in the
darkness as a misty haze lifted from his body. Hell yeah, he’d made a huge
mistake. Either he’d made a deal with the devil himself or what this man spoke
of was true.

“I thank you.” The stranger bowed as the greenish mist hung
between them. “You have given me freedom and in return I give you immortality.”

Hayes tried to shout, tell the man it was all a mistake, but
he could barely breathe much less move. His eyes tracked the mist as it came
closer, his heart racing so fast it hurt.

“Tricked. Me.”

“You will soon see it is the way of the genie. With the
bindings comes knowledge. Use it wisely and to your benefit when you can.”

The mist came closer. Hayes trembled beneath the heavy fear
taking over his body. He didn’t want to live in a bottle. He wanted to live
with Annie. Slowly, the cool cloud engulfed his body and with every breath it
entered inside him. The leaden weights in his limbs lifted, replaced by
invisible shackles at his wrists and ankles. He could feel the cold steel
biting into his flesh yet saw nothing.

“You will become accustomed to them,” the man said.
“Eventually you will no longer notice.”

“Make it stop,” he spoke between frantic pants.

“I cannot. You made the wish. I simply granted it.”

The whiskey bottle pulled from his hand, floated out in
front of him and hung in the air. Hayes watched it carefully. This couldn’t be
happening. None of this could be possible. He’d had too much to drink, that’s
all. It happened before. He hallucinated strange, large, hairy animals walking
on two legs in the mountains. Yeah, in the morning he’d wake up with a headache
and dry mouth.