Page 89 of Lorcan's Obsession

“A real pleasure. Lorcan has told me a lot about you.” Rian rushed in for a hug. When he reluctantly let her go, Tristen pointed to her companion, and my brother’s eyes ran delightedly over her curves.

“Rian. This is my friend, Mia.”

Out of the blue, Rian swept Mia off her feet in a tight hug. When he put her back down, he whispered something into her ear, and she giggled like a shy schoolgirl. Tris gave me a curious look and mouthed with widened eyes.

“You said he was married!”

“He is semi-married now.”

“What does that even mean?”

“He will fuck any hole he finds.”

Tristen’s jaw dropped in surprise. I patted her shoulder and offered a sympathetic grin before steering her toward the living room.

“Don’t worry. It just means he’ll be very close to Mia tonight.”

Sure enough, my brother took the opportunity to canoodle with Mia at the furthest corner of the L-shaped couch. Brad was still on the video call. I screen-shared to the large TV so he could see and talk to everyone. He greeted us from the television as we settled in. “Loki, Mia, good to see you. Tristen, always a pleasure to get a glimpse of you.”

“Nice to see you too, Brad,” Tristen answered evenly. She settled herself down on my lap. I couldn’t help but grope her curvaceous ass.

"Trissy, what must I do to dethrone Lorcan, my angel?” Brad groveled.

"Leave my girlfriend alone, or I'll end the call.”

“Hold on, baby.” Tristen placed her manicured fingertips on my chest, a devious smile curling at her plump lips. "Maybe I should show him just how much I like my meal served.”

“Fuck yeah, you should!” Brad whooped from the TV.

But I knew what my girl was playing at. I stretched out my arms like a victorious champion.

“Have your fill, baby.”

Tristen brushed her tongue over my lips, a starving lioness sampling her meal. Immediately, I captured her in my mouth, but her nails scratched at my nape in answer. She wanted to be in control of this open-mouthed kiss.

I relaxed my body and followed her lead. She was agonizingly slow, and it was insanely hot. Brad could see every action of our tongues and hear every sound coming from between us.

“Oh, come on! You two are certified assholes! Lorcan, you have ten seconds to get away from the screen unless you want me jerking off to the image of your girl's tongue doing the things she is doing to you now."

I didn't waste a goddamn second.

Tris wrapped her legs around my waist as I sauntered to the kitchen island to continue our make-out session. It was one of our favorite fucking spots around the house. Eating out my girl on the table like she was a meal instantly turned me on, every time. My cock was hardening at a record speed. Soon, I would plunge between my girl’s legs and—

"Loki, we’ve all seen how your girl loves to eat." My brother's bullshit interruptions were beginning to annoy me. "Now, can we all get something to eat? I'm starving."

We reluctantly pulled apart, our temples touching as we took in calming breaths. I pushed my hand into my pants and rearranged my dick to painfully salute beneath my boxer’s band. Tristen peered at my swollen groin and grinned.

“Why don’t you go for a cold shower, and I’ll take care of dinner?” She turned to Rian. “Yo! Jungle boy, what foods have you missed?”

"Can we surf n' turf?"

Rian and the ladies began planning lobster and steak tacos while I left to shower. I didn’t spend more than a couple of minutes under the icy water. As soon as my dick was under control, I toweled off and rejoined them in the kitchen.

Mia and Rian laid the table and chilled the beers, while Tris and I prepared the spicy mole, salsa, poached lobster, and filet mignon.

We sat at the candlelit dining table, where Tris and Rian shared many inside jokes about me. It warmed my heart to see them getting along well. Mia was cozying up to my brother, and my bet was they’d be fucking before the night was over. Rian was all smiles after pigging out on the delicious meal and suggested we watch a movie.

Movie after dinner was a classic Rian move whenever he wanted to fondle a lady’s tits and pussy without asking them out. He lowered the thermostat until the house froze and insisted on sharing blankets “for body heat.” As if billionaires needed to be economical with their heating. But I let him have his way.

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