Chapter 47Lucien
Chapter
Forty-Seven
LUCIEN
S elene's words cut through the haze of lust, jolting me back to awareness. "You too, Lucien," she breathes, her eyes locked on mine. "Touch yourself. Let go."
The command in her tone is unmistakable, and I find myself obeying without hesitation. My hand slips beneath my breeches, wrapping around my aching cock. The first touch sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I groan low in my throat.
As I begin to stroke myself in time with the rhythm of Adrian's tongue on Selene, I steal glances at Damien, who's still worshiping her feet with single-minded devotion. The sight of my companions lost in their own pleasures, combined with the intoxicating taste of Selene's arousal, pushes me closer to the precipice.
Damien's hand drifts lower, brushing against the hard length straining against his trousers. He pauses, glancing up at Selene uncertainly. At her encouraging nod, he frees himself, hissing as the cool air meets his heated flesh.
With a shuddering sigh, Damien begins to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. His free hand continues its reverent exploration of Selene's legs, fingertips dancing along her inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin.
Lost in a haze of sensation, Damien's eyes flutter closed, his head falling back as he surrenders to the pleasure coursing through him. The sounds of Selene's moans, Lucien's grunts, and Adrian's muffled groans mingle with his own ragged breathing, creating a symphony of ecstasy that fills the chamber.
My strokes quicken, the need for release becoming an insistent ache. I lean down, capturing Selene's lips in a searing kiss as I press my throbbing cock against her mouth. She parts her lips obediently, and I thrust forward, burying myself in the warm, wet cavern.
"Mmmph..." Selene hums around my shaft, her tongue swirling against the sensitive underside. I groan into her mouth, my grip on her hair tightening as I start to move, fucking her face with shallow, rapid thrusts.
Behind me, I hear the telltale sound of Adrian switching positions, his mouth descending on Selene's pussy once more. To my left, Damien's labored breathing grows more erratic, his pace picking up as he chases his own climax.
Each thrust into Selene's mouth sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, her talented tongue and lips milking my cock with expert ease. I'm close, so damn close, but I refuse to let go just yet, savoring the exquisite sensations.
"Fuck, Selene," I grunt, my voice strained. "Take it all."
She complies, relaxing her throat to accommodate my girth, and I lose myself in the blissful friction. Behind me, Adrian's moans grow louder, punctuated by the slurping sounds of his oral ministrations. Damien's grunts intensify, his rhythm faltering as he teeters on the brink.
The knowledge that we're all teetering on the edge, poised to tumble into the abyss together, only heightens the tension.