Page 30 of Lorcan's Obsession
"Kiss m—"
Before I could finish, he gave me what I craved so desperately. His tongue eased my desperation with slow, sensuous strokes as I rounded my arms around his neck to lose myself even deeper with him. I purred his name in our kiss.
There was no use pretending anymore. I was going to give this man everything he wanted tonight.
11
ON THE FLOOR
For those keeping the score, I got that one in the basket.
However, if I wanted to win the long game, I had to shift gears and extend this night. It took effort to calm down and ask mundane questions after our searing kiss. But that was part of the plan—the more I knew about her, the better I could strategize for a second “non-date.”
She told me she'd been awake since three in the morning for her studies, and six cups of coffee held her in one piece till the alcohol took over. When Tristen asked about my day, I told her about our Going Green project, leaving out the potential legal problems from our partner company, Gremco. I wanted her to form a positive opinion about me as CEO.
We fell into companionable conversation, and the topics of chatter drifted into the titillating territory—as did her hand—lightly stroking my upper thigh, sending arousing sparks straight to my cock.
She continually dodged questions about her personal life but seemed to enjoy talking about her school and friends, so I discreetly focused the conversation there. Tonight's plan was shaky at best; if I survived though, I’d have an arsenal of knowledge at my disposal.
The drinks kept flowing, and the disco ball threw a myriad of colorful lights across the darkly lit space. The crowds got wilder when the deejay played the top hits, and Tris said she was eager to see my dance moves. I could take her on the floor, no questions asked.
"Selena will come for me,” she said suddenly. “This is our jam."
Dammit, the alcohol wasn't working fast enough. I'd hoped her friends would be too drunk to interrupt our night. But as if on cue, Selena appeared beside our table.
"Let's go, boo boo. You know we can’t miss this song!"
It was Akon and David Guetta's “Sexy Bitch.”
I reluctantly let go of her hand, but before sauntering off with her friend, Tristen stole my senses with the delicious lash of her tongue. "I'll be right back," she whispered seductively in my ear.
Damn. I ran my thumb over my lips and savored the taste on my finger. She was working me good, and now that she was regrouping with her advisors, the scenario around me could change without notice.
I walked to the top floor railing to survey the battlefield. From the center of the floor, my target got into her tactical position. As the deejay blasted the rhythm, her eyes found mine, and she started swaying those hips like a madwoman.
I ran a hand over my face. I was fucked. Very, very fucked.
Tris’s hands were twined above her head, and Selena was like a perverted security agent frisking all over her body. No part was left untouched. The neck, the boobs, the waist, those gyrating thighs, that ass...
I was enchanted by the erotic dance between her and Selena. Tris took a dip to work her legs, then shimmied herself back up amidst her friends’ cheers. I licked my lips imagining those ass-gyrating skills put to use in the bedroom.
Every time Tris looked up, her eyes locked with mine. Any time she twisted her neck and flipped her hair, she let me know she was showing off her wild dance for me. I was painfully hard, my dick straining against the seam of my pants.
Selena leaned in close and whispered something in Tristen’s ear. Nervous chills prickled my spine when they both grinned. Whatever they were planning couldn't be good.
Tris beckoned me slyly with her index finger.
"Who? Me?" I mouthed back, attempting to play dumb. It wasn’t that I couldn’t beat her on the dance floor. It was that I knew it was a bad idea for my one-eyed monster, who had to fast tonight for the greater good.
She nodded and flashed a smile that could part the heavens. How could I decline a direct order from a goddess?
I approached the dance floor and Selena bowed out lightheartedly, leaving me alone with my beauty. The music pulsed around us, giving the club a heartbeat of its own. Tristen slammed her back to my front, wrapped her hands around my neck, and ground her serpentine hips against me. Damn, she was flexible. How was she able to keep dancing comfortably with her arms almost inverted behind her?
I pulled her closer to me, sandwiching our bodies and dancing to the carnal music that was sending her into a frenzy of lust. I loved seeing her unravel for me. In a realm of pure ecstasy, she was my high.
As the music changed, so did her grooving. There was no escape from her untamed ass bobbing on my dick. Tristen had already proven she had moves, but this? This was a wild booty shake: twerking in all directions, popping her ass, and rubbing along my length over and over. I didn't stand a chance. She was my savage queen, and I was at her mercy. My hands grabbed her thighs tighter, assisting her to go harder and harder...
Fuck!