Page 38 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Really?” She smiled, opening her mouth extra wide and taking in a spoonful of the gelato. I gaped at her like a fool. Watching her stuff the mint chocolate chip in her mouth sent the blood rushing to my cock.

“Mm-mm,” I coughed. “You might get brain freeze.”

She shook her head, slowly licking her spoon before cutting through the ice cream and scooping for another fill. I shuffled in my seat, getting comfortable for the show that was about to unfold.

Her eyes flashed a mischievous twinkle before she arched back and exhaled a sensual, needy moan. “Lorcan, this gelato is just…To. Die. For. I want to eat it on everything!”

Fuck.

Tris sat upright, the cool storm in her brilliant-green eyes relaying the intent: it was time to pay up for cutting off her orgasm earlier. I planted my elbows on the table, anchoring myself for whatever wicked plans she had for my cock. I knew one way or another she was going to enjoy torturing me until I begged for mercy.

She took another spoonful and purposely spoke with her mouth full, her eyes glued to mine. "Mm...tho—ghud."

I remained grounded in my position, staring at my unfinished plate of waffles.

My lids were hooded, and my gaze ravenous. I thought about swiping the plates to the floor and taking her fast and rough on the table. It was a daft idea since she had agreed to no sex, but that didn't stop my breath from quickening and my shaft from hardening.

Her ass peeked out of my T-shirt as she traipsed to the refrigerator and took out the brown, twelve-ounce container holding the rest of the gelato. I had help sourcing it from a village in Italy, courtesy of a farm-to-table culinarian chasing a Michelin star.

"Come." Tristen beckoned me with her index finger as she settled on the kitchen island. I adjusted the tent pole in my pants before walking to my summoner. My shirtless seduction strategy was going to bite me in the ass. And knowing her, it was a given.

"Lorcan." Tris licked her lips eagerly after another serving of the frozen treat. "I need to know where you got this. It's sooo good." She rolled her eyes seductively after finishing the sentence.

"I prefer to keep my source private, so you have to come back for more."

A hint of devilry coated her eyes, and I readied myself for atonement.

"Fair," she said in protest, placing a tiny bit of ice cream on my nipple. I hissed at the cold contact, following her every move as she teased my other nipple with the chilled spoon. "That’s good strategy, Lorcan. But you forget one thing." She leaned in close, licking the hollow of my neck with her sweet, frosty tongue. "I'm insatiable."

Those final two words were a whisper and a warning.

She latched on my neck, sucking and licking with barbarity and greed, working her way down to my chest. My knuckles went pale from gripping the counter as she held my nipples between her teeth, cleaning off the ice cream, biting, and moaning about how sweet I tasted.

I lost the battle. My cage was rattled, and I was ready to detonate after a hard reminder of yesterday's fasting.

The consiglieri of my blue balls delivered a message: We need relief! Whatever she wants, give her. Get us the fuck out of your ballsac!

But I was not in charge today. Not by a long shot. I played my cards last night and won. If I jeopardized that agreement, our weekend getaway would slip through my fingers. So my mind had to be content imagining her orifices that I would love to color with my seed.

Tris paused tracing the eight squares on my torso so she could kiss along my jawline. She murmured close to my ear, "Lorcan?"

"Mhm..." I could barely say a word, let alone growl out the acknowledgment. Deep grunts from the back of my throat made me one with the animals of the jungle. I was incoherent with lust. Words were no longer a possibility.

"You are so hard for me," Tris said softly as I felt her hand pulling my drawstring, then grabbing my rock-hard dick in a vice grip. Her fingers moved in slow motion from crown to base, always slowing down to play with my piercing. I was ready to give her the breakfast creamer.

No, no, no...I will come in your hands right now. Stop that. My brain sent the memo. My mouth processed and delivered, "Fuck, yes, baby. Don't stop. Keep working your dick. It's all yours." I shut my eyes as the words gritted past my teeth.

And she did. She was hungry for more than just the feel against her hand. She dropped my gray sweats to the floor. I stepped out of them. And when her knees met the floor, her tongue darted, flicking my crown and licking the precum that had glistened.

Her name was pure ecstasy on my lips. "Tristen..." I groaned as my head fell backward. My muscles were tense, ready for relief.

Fisting me, Tristen trailed soft kisses along my shaft, unhurriedly, like I was the most precious meat on her plate.

"Ah...feels so good, Lorcan."

My lips parted, and my breath came out in quick bursts. I wouldn't last long. I knew that much. Suddenly, she rose to her feet, and I nearly fainted from the understanding that she wouldn't let me come as I had done to her.

My cock was pulsating. I felt the thrums in my ear. My hand instinctively moved to cover my dick from the emotional shame and neglect that he was feeling, but Tristen beat me to it.

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