Page 61 of Lorcan's Obsession
Lorcan gripped the collar of his black linen shirt and, in one feral move, ripped it down the middle.
“And this?” he growled, his thumb and forefinger pinching the waistband of his beige slacks.
“In due time,” I riposted, traipsing to him in carefully measured steps, then pushing him backward with the tip of my nail until he sat on the stool. “Good boy.”
I walked to the massive four-poster bed covered with a plush, downy white comforter. As I brushed my hands along its enticing softness, I faced my man, chained to the ornamented stool by his desire. His nostrils flared, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened his forehead and the eight squares on his torso. If looks could burn, I would have been reduced to ash in a blink.
"Two weeks, Lorcan. Two weeks of long-fucking-sufferance." I undid the first two diamanté buttons of the gorgeous floor-length kefta. "Two weeks of throbbing for you, moaning for you, aching for you. Only you, Lorcan."
“Then let me satisfy that ache for you, baby.”
I wiggled my pointer finger, then undid four more buttons.
"Two weeks of silently and openly begging you to fuck me."
I lifted the edge of the dress, giving him a glimpse of the skimpy dusty-pink lingerie. I knew the color would please him greatly and watching his eyes shimmer in raw desire was the best reward.
"Two weeks of pleasuring myself to the thought of you."
I slid my fingertips slowly over the thin, sheer fabric, teasing my clit. Lorcan followed my movements, hypnotized. Humming like a siren, I lazily traced my sweet spot, round and round…
“Two weeks of sleepless nights, fantasizing about coming on that shiny piercing on your cock while you’re deep inside me.”
I slipped two fingers in, swiped the liquid heat from my vulva, and sucked my fingers clean. Power surged through my veins as the man’s eyes bulged with fervor.
“Mm-m…fancy a taste, Lorcan?”
“Tristen…”
He grunted my name like the frantic prayer of a desperate worshipper. Every—and I mean every—part of his body shot up in full attention as he scurried to kick off his pants and shoes.
"SIT!"
"Baby, please."
"Please, what?"
"I need to taste you. I need to be deep inside you."
"Not good enough."
“I-I’ll do anything you want. Don’t make me wait. I need you, baby. Can’t you see?” he rasped, sliding his hand up and down his spectacular length.
The bastard knew his dick was my kryptonite and was now using all means to move the process faster. I sucked my lower lip, marveling as his veiny cock grew even more erect. But I wouldn’t be swayed, not after planning this little show for an entire week.
“Hm. But aren’t you the expert on making people wait, Lorcan?” I snickered, unhooking more diamonté buttons.
The silver gown fell to my hips and down to the floor, exposing the matching dusty-pink bra and my ready-to-break-glass nipples. I lowered a bra strap, and one bouncy tit poured out.
“Oopsie.” I winked, cupping the pillowy swell and fondling it.
Lorcan’s eyes were combusting in primal lust, his mouth babbling a litany of pleas that circled my heart like thorny vines laced with honey. Stepping out of the elegant dress, I strutted around the bed in my barely there lingerie, running my hand along the edges of the plush mattress. The thin G-string had disappeared completely between my ass cheeks, leaving my titillating rear on full display.
Tucking my fingers under the snappy waistband, I leisurely lowered the stringy undies, keeping my eyes melded with his, doing my best to ignore the impossibly large cock choking in his grip and calling to me. I tip-pinched the drenched panties and brought them to my nostrils, then closed my eyes and sniffed long and hard.
I felt Lorcan’s heat radiating off my skin before I opened my eyes. He was standing next to me, corded muscles tense and silver eyes stormy.
Smirking, I tossed the G-String to his face. “I’d shove my face where that came from and not come out.”