Free His Just Desserts by Dakota Trace Page A

him to the table.
    Not done yet . He wouldn’t survive. Not only were his nips cold from the ice cream, so were his dick and balls. He was ready to explode right on the spot. What more could Isaiah come up with to drive him crazy?
    “What Bananas Foster would be complete without the sauce?” His chef stuck his finger inside of one of the bowls. Dragging it out, he painted Sean’s lips with it. Warm but not hot, it was just as great as he remembered.
    “Son of a—” Sean groaned when Isaiah lifted a spoon and drizzled more sauce and a few pieces of banana on top of the ice cream. The heat contrasted with the cold ice cream balls scattered across his skin.
    “Shhh, you’re doing good. Just relax. I’ll be done shortly, and then I can eat.”
    His cock bobbed at the promise in the deep throaty tone. He hissed when it bumped into the slowly melting ice cream on his abs. The cold sensation rocketed through him.
    “Oh my fucking God.” He jerked on the ties. The warm syrup and pieces of banana were sliding closer to where his dick leaked. He would lose it if Isaiah coated his cock. He would blow his load right then and there. “I’m going to come.”
    “Not, yet, Counselor. You will wait.” Isaiah avoided his sex and moved down to his balls. He spread the warm liquid over the bare skin of Sean’s scrotum.
    He panted, curling his fingers around the ties holding him.
    “Almost done,” Isaiah growled. “All we have left is to decorate the banana.”
    “No….” His eyes rolled back in his head. Sensation like none he’d ever experienced raced up his spine when the droplets of sauce hit his shaft. He refocused in time to see Isaiah reach for the basting brush. He painted the head of Sean’s cock with the warm gooey mixture. His nuts drew up tight, rivulets of ice cream dripping from them. He dangled on the edge. The dueling sensations consumed him. Hot, cold, and everything in between had him ready to spurt. Oh God, he needed to come.
    “You look delicious, and I’m a very hungry man.” Isaiah set aside the brush, his eyes devouring Sean. He arched when a pair of masculine lips wrapped around one of the little ice cream sundaes on his chest. Once the cold was gone, he moaned under the hot lash of Isaiah’s tongue. He pleaded, begged him to let him come, but the man just hummed, his lips tracing the route he’d taken before, lapping up the syrup while nibbling at the soft bananas and ice cream. By the time Isaiah reached his navel, Sean barely recognized the sounds spilling from his lips. Every nerve in his body was on fire with lust.
    “Son of bitch, you taste good, Counselor.” Pausing inches from his groin, Isaiah looked up at him. “By the time I finish my pièce de résistance, you’ll be ready.”
    “Ready? Oh, my fucking God, if I were any harder, I’d have come at the first touch of your lips.” He tipped his head back in frustration. “You goddamned tease. Finish this!” He jerked hard on the ties. If he could get free, he’d tackle the teasing prick to the ground and ride him. Fuck Isaiah until his lover filled him full. God, he needed it.
    “We’re getting there.” The touch of wet fingers over his back door thrilled him. And he was thankful Isaiah had come prepared with lube when his fingers breached his hole. He bucked up against them, uncaring that the remaining bananas and ice cream slid away from their perches and down his side and thigh to land on the plastic sheet under him.
    “Bad Sean.” Isaiah tapped his hip with his open palm, added more lube, and pressed in farther. “I wanted to eat that.”
    “Just fuck me!” he pled, his body hungry for his lover’s possession. “No more games. Fuck me, you bastard!” He thrashed around, hoping Isaiah would take pity on him.
    “I say when we fuck…remember, Counselor?” Isaiah curled his fingers, brushing against something so electric he almost climaxed.
    “No, damn it. Let me come.” He jerked back and forth until Isaiah