Page 6 of Lorcan's Obsession

Lord have fucking mercy on me. More and more instruments began to play, building on top of each other. My knees buckled inside the tub and needy moans escaped my lips. Closing my eyes, I imagined what this man would do to me if he were here. How his silver-ringed eyes would watch me as I came undone at his masterful fingers. Moving my pointer finger to my throbbing clit, I made small circles until tremors of pleasure wracked my whole body.

“I’m so close. Will you let me come?” I cried into the empty room.

Yes. Come for me, love.

The violas in the concerto played more quickly, sawing short and fast across the strings. I stroked my finger in rhythm across my clit, faster and faster until I tipped over the edge.

Music swelled around me as I detonated like a sparkler candle. Loud moans filled the candlelit bathroom. I shoved two fingers inside me, stuffing myself as I rode the aftershocks of that toe-curling orgasm.

“Oh my god! Yes!” I panted. “Don’t stop! You are so fucking good at this. Erm…you…yes! You!”

YOU?

What the fuck was his name?

The orchestra crescendoed. I gasped and squealed. Gushes of water spewed out of the black marble tub like an overflowing river. Future me was not going to enjoy cleaning up this mess.

As the music died down, I forced my breathing to slow and steadied my frantic heartbeats. I opened my eyes and shakily propped myself up in the bathtub. My mind was in denial, refusing to admit the inevitable.

I’d come to the dirty thoughts of a stranger.

Why did imagining him doing naughty things with me give me so much pleasure? I got a high that obliterated me from reality. He was that good inside my mind.

But I didn’t know his fucking name!

Anger and euphoria fought inside me as I wobbled on shaky legs to towel off. Tonight was a nasty shock for me. Someone else had overpowered my senses.

And I had liked it.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Ten more hours until daybreak, and my mission would officially begin. No man was going to make me orgasm without telling me his name.

Ticktock, pretty boy. I’m coming to find you.

3

TRUTH SPURTS

Never in my life had a day felt so slow, not even that god-awful day I had a six-hour legal exam. I needed this day to do its thing so the bar would open and I could track down the silver-eyed mystery hunk.

The sooner I got this done and out of my head, the better. This morning, I had repeatedly boiled water for tea but never got the cup. Why? Because I kept staring out the window, biting my lip and wondering if this man’s game could be as good as I imagined.

I shook my head from yet another reverie. This was getting ridiculous. I needed help from my fellow WAPs and BFFs: Dom, Kora, Selena, and Mia.

WAP, the Weekend Assist Program, was an initiative we started to reduce the time spent searching for a one-night stand. It was a hook-up service roster that solved our tricky triad of issues: busy lives, constant horniness, and a stronger gag reflex to the word "commitment" than the worst cocksucker.

Dom and Selena were the ringleaders. They went as far as organizing mixers for the sole purpose of getting contact information for any hotties we liked. We had a true sisterhood.

We also had a group chat for anything: emergencies, bitching, shaft game comparisons, fashion advice, and whatnot. Right now, I just needed to get out of my head. The silver-eyed stud had fucked with my mind seven ways till Sunday, and the only people who could make it better were my girls and Dom.

I fired off a text.

SAVAGE ROSES

Me: Morning, my loves. It's a beautiful day. I need a distraction. Everybody wake up.

Kora: I’ll mute this group's notifications one day.

Kora was a pediatric doctor, great with kids, and title holder of "Fastest Ring Ditcher.” Eloping and ditching husbands at least thrice a year, she was the definition of commitment-phobic, and a key member of "WAP." She’d also been my friend since our boarding school days.

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