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Elucien AU | A Game of Dice

type: fluff & smut warning(s): vulgar wording, drinking, mention of smoking, female oral receiving, male oral receiving, minors DNIword count: 6.2k words summary: Vassa brings her best friend Elain to a party hosted by no other than Lucien Vanserra, pro-athlete and college heartthrob. When they play a funny and very special game the night takes a turn, secret relationships are revealed and two people secretly drooling over each other finally get a chance to get to know each other better… thank you @autumndreaming7 for the idea, it was soooo amazing and I enjoyed writing it so much💛

Elain is happy about the jumpsuit she is wearing as a cool breeze blows around her legs and lifts the edges. She would have had her very own Marilyn Monroe moment if she had put on the tiny dress Vassa suggested for her, but luckily she could convince her this option is better. Vassa only agreed because she said it accentuates Elain’s cleavage and will definitely catch a certain someones attention. Elain had only rolled her eyes at her best friend at the implication.

She draws in a long breath, hoping it calms her nervously beating heart as she stands a little behind Vassa, her hands folded in front of her body. While Vassa is the epitome of cool nonchalance and relaxation, Elain is a ball of nerves behind her, bouncing on her toes and her fingers toying with the skin around her nails. And great…small parts of the red polish she put on earlier are already gone due to her nervous fingers. She is a little edge for two reasons. Reason number one: it is a college party. And a college party means a lot of people, alcohol, drinking games, sweaty bodies moving against one another, and all these things are somehow a little out of her comfort zone. And then there is reason number two: the host of the party. Mr Lucien Pro-Athlete-and-College-Heartthrob-And-Makes-Her-Knees-Feel-a-Little-Wobbly Vanserra. Lucien is just everything she can dream of in a man. He is tall, he is charming, he is funny, he is hot like Doritos, when he smiles he can compete with the sun, his shoulders are as broad as the doorframe in her small flat and he…he just exists and with his existence he does things to her she can’t quite understand. And now she is standing right in front of his house, the house he is sharing with his best mate, namely Vassa’ s boyfriend Jurian. Vassa is the only reason why she is here in the first place, her best friend invited her, but telling by the nosies coming from the inside of the place, Lucien has somehow invited everyone…like the whole college, or so.

“I guess we can just walk in. After all my boyfriend lives here, right?” Obviously no one heard the doorbell over the loud chatter and music, it would have been a miracle if someone did and—

The door swings open and reveals no other than the owner of the house and the host of the wild party going on behind him. Lucien Vanserra grins from one ear to the other, dressed in some loose pants and an half-unbuttoned shirt. “Evening, ladies!” He looks at Vassa and opens is arms for her. She gets the memo and quickly closes the distance between them. “My fav Vanserra brother, come here.” Vassa slings her arms around him and hugs him tightly.

Lucien chuckles a little. “Don’t say that too loudly, my brother’s here as well, Vass.” Lucien kisses her cheek and lets go off her only to step back and raise a brow. The beautiful grin stays on his face as his eyes dance over Elain. “And God in heaven above, you really brought her.” His eyes are swirling pits of wild fires when they narrow in on her face. “I am really glad you could make it, Elain.” He moves closer to Elain who is somehow rooted to the ground, still standing outside the door.

He knows her name!

Every fiber in Elain’s body is dancing, her heart doing one happy flip after the other. “I did,” she says and wants to face-palm herself. Out of everything she could have said, she opted for this. Lucien chuckles deeply as he moves closer to her, and reaches out his hand. Her own trembles as she lifts it to his and when there hands touch — his warm palm against her cold one— it feels like fireworks explode inside of her. She giggles a little nervously and lets him shake her hand. “Really glad you made it, your sisters are already here.” My sisters?! Elain thinks, wondering how in the world they got invited here. But then….Rhys is somehow invited to every party and Cassian is Lucien’s team mate, so it makes sense they bring their girlfriends as well. Just why didn’t they tell her? But then why would they? Elain has declined most invitations to parties in the past — referring back to reason number one. She is just not a party person, she is not a party pooper, but still not the biggest fan of them either.

“Come on in then, both of you. Jurian is already highly anticipating you, Vass. And I was…highly anticipating your arrival.” Lucien winks at Elain with nothing but male smugness etched into his features. With a big grin on her face, Vassa spins around on her heels, claps her hands and sets out for the living room. She would never leave Elain alone at party, never in a hundred years. But maybe, just maybe, she asked Lucien the other day to keep an eye on Elain. Vassa knows about Lucien’s massive crush on Elain, asking her a ton of questions what things Elain liked and if she thinks he would ever have a chance with “the most beautiful girl on the whole campus.” And since Vassa also knows about Elain’s massive crush on Lucien, she decided to help them a little. Elain’s heart is skipping one happy beat after the other. “My arrival?” She looks dumbfounded, her lips parting a little as she stares at Lucien, her chin a little pushed forward. She has too look up at him, Lucien is just so very tall. The Vanserra brother dips his chin. “Yes, yours. Is that so difficult to believe?” In fact, it is. Elain has not really thought he likes her, in all honesty. They have only met a few times when she was with Vassa and they happened to run into Jurian and his best mate. But now… now he has been expecting her. She can’t stop the colour from filling her cheeks, as she blushes furiously and her face practically radiates heat. She steps up to Lucien who does not move a single bit. He waits until she is one step in front of him and only then closes the door behind her and falls in line with her, his hand landing on the small of her back. “Not going to many parties, right?”

Elain gives her head a little shake, his close proximity and the hand on her back doing odd things to her belly and heart. He moves even closer, leaning in until his mouth nearly touches her ear. “Stay with me, alright? I don’t want you to get lost or some idiot to get wrong ideas.”

Internally Elain cringes at what he has insinuated. She turns her head, and stops. Lucien bumps into her, but he doesn’t say anything. Elain is looking up at him with her big fawn eyes and he finds himself lost in them and also lost for words. Her lips part a little, as if she want to say something, but no words leave her mouth, either. Lucien gently strokes her back with his thumb, hoping to convey the necessary comfort. “You will be fine. I am not letting you out of my eyes. No one will try to make a move on you.” He smiles sincerely, his gaze moving over her face, to her lush lips that are still parted. No one but me, he thinks and wants to slap his brain for this thought. Elain presses her lips in a thin line, brows drawing together and Lucien has to admit she looks absolutely adorable. The corner of her mouth tips up, her eyes sparkling a little. “Am I so easy to read?” she asks with a light chuckle, the sound like music in Lucien’s ears. He grins a little. “You are. But don’t worry, it is quite…” “Elli, Elli, Elii!” Cassian claps his hands as he appears in the doorframe, beaming brightly. “You actually came, what a lovely surprise!” She smiles a sheepishly, when her probably soon-to-be brother-in-law wraps his arms around her and kisses the side of her head. “I am,” she says silently, but he hears her anyway and his grin only brightens. “Nes, will be happy to see you. I let her know when I find her again. I guess she is with Em and Gwyn somewhere.” He clasps Lucien’s shoulder, then pats it and hollers, “Wicked party, mate!” With that he pushes past him and heads for the restroom that is down the corridor. Loud music is playing inside the ginormous living room, and Elain catches a glimpse of the people dancing inside, drinking and chatting and is this—?

Oh Feyre! Elain thinks and shakes her head a little, giggling. Her sister is snogging her boyfriend in the middle of the bustling and crowded living room. Brilliant…not the thing a big sister really wants to see. Strobe lights pulse from inside of the room, and Elain can feel the vibrations of the music in her legs. Excitement hangs in the air, everyone so very ready to let loose and escape the the reality of university life for a night. The crowd somehow moves as one, swaying to the beat of pulsating music and Elain’s lips part again as she watches in silent curiosity. Lucien leads her into the room, but they don’t go to the centre of it, he guides her to the adjoint room. The kitchen. A makeshift bar is stationed in the kitchen and overflowed with all sort of of beverages, mostly beer and some fancy looking and colourful bottles of alcohol, served in plastic cups. “What do you want to drink?” He has to lean in again so she can hear him and Elain can’t avoid breathing in his delicious scent. She doesn’t really know what she wants to drink and so only shrugs her shoulders. “Beer?” Lucien raises a brow and points at a bottle. Elain purses her lips, but then nods eagerly. “Yes, thank you, I’ll take one.” He beams as he opens the bottle and hands it to her. “Well, then.” He grabs himself a beer and then guides her out into the living room again, his hand again on the small of her back, his chest touching her shoulder. “Are you alright? Tell me if you no longer feel comfortable. We can go outside, or I’ll call you a taxi. I would offered to drive you, but unfortunately not possible.” He lifts his hand and waves his bottle in front of her vision. Elain gets the sudden urge to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. He is so kind, so thoughtful, so considerate. God! She wants to scream and…also kiss him. Just a little thank you peck. Oh Christ! Where do these thoughts come from? Elain has to giggle to herself, which somehow amuses Lucien, but still he flashes her a questioning look, not having received and answer yet. Elain notices and says, “Thank you, I will. But I am very alright. And you are here with me.” Was that sentence cringe? Weird? Embarrassing? Elain is a huge over-thinker, so obviously these questions bubble up inside of her. But Lucien comforts her with a big smile and the dip of his chin, which brings his face closer to hers. “Good. Let’s head over to others, shall we?”

As Elain nods, her heart not really slowing but a kernel of relief blooming it, and she lets him guide her through the wild crowd of dancing, chatting and singing people. Basically everyone says something to Lucien while he just smiles or tips his chin at them, his sole focus on Elain. He keeps his eyes on her, making sure no one bumps into her or says something to her that is spoken in a drunken state and could offend or scandalise her.

They walk up to a cluster of students huddled together on a comfortable couch, engaged in deep conversations about only God knows what. Others are outside, enjoying the cool night air and smoking. He stays close to her when they join the group of people and Elain is relieved as she knows most of them. There is first of all Vassa and an empty seat next to her which Elain heads for immediately, feeling a sudden cold on her back where Lucien’s hand was earlier. She plops down next to Vassa, smiling and her chest heaving with a deep inhale. Her cheeks are definitely flushed as Vassa flashes her a knowing look. Elain greets Jurian who beams at her. Lucien lets himself fall onto the dark green armchair next to Elain, stretching his long legs in front of him. Next to him is his brother and then a guy she has only heard of and seen pictures of from Vassa. Azriel is his name. Also a team mate of Lucien and Cassian, and also one of the college heartthrobs from what Elain has heard about him. He dips his chin at her and it is all of a greeting she gets from him, but it is not impolite or unkind, it is just how he is apparently. Next to him is a blond woman who currently climbs over the back of the couch, one leg already on the other side. “Hi, Elli!” she greets and waves her hand at Elain, finally pulling her second leg over the back of the couch as well. Mor. Her sister’s best friend. “Need some more wine and anyways not in the mood to play a game, see you lot later. Have fun.” She grins as she turns and heads for the kitchen, swaying her hips to the music.

“A game?” Lucien asks and raises his brow before lifting his bottle to his lips. He takes a sip from his beer, leans back in the arm chair and places the bottle on the floor beside him. He raises his arm to rest his elbow on the armrest of the chair and glances at Elain, who lowers her own bottle from her lips, a little drop of beer still on her lower lip. God, what would he give to kiss it away. Or…lick it away.

“Yes a game!” Vassa’s eyes flash with mischief and she glances at her friends in expectation. Out of her big bag she pulls a dark violet box. She shakes it a little before opening it and placing lid on the couch next to her. Elain glances at it and and at the label that says ‘18+’. She feels her palms turn a little damp at the thought of what is about to come and places her beer down on the couch table in front of her. Her experiences are not a lot — Graysen, her ex-boyfriend, has not been a generous lover, and already in simple games of Never Have I Ever, did Elain never really have to drink often. She simply hasn’t done most things, as Graysen was a guy who wasn’t that explorative and his range of positions went from missionary to well…missionary.

“What kind of game?” Azriel asks out of the blue, his voice low and it draws Eris’ attention to him. Elain notices how Lucien’s brother watches him and a small smile appears on her face. Well, that is cute and jus proves the point of him being a heartthrob as well.

“A fun game where we all,” — she wiggles her brows and grins wickedly— “can get to know each other so much better.” Jurian, who has probably already been informed about the game by his girlfriend, lays an empty bottle onto the table. “So, rules are…you spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you have to do the things to or on — the things the dice decide.” Vassa fumbles out a small piece of paper, opens it and places it in the middle of the table. There is a table on it and the moment Elain’s eyes scan the words she wants a hole to open in the floor, hoping it sucks her in. She can’t play this game…never in a million years. Not with these options…

1) Kiss 1) Lips 2) Lick 2) Ears 3) Stroke 3) Neck 4)Rub 4)Inside of thigh 5)Tickle 5)Chest 6)Bite 6) Toes 7) Massage 7) Private 8)Touch 8) Nose 9)Poke 9) Belly 10) Hold 10) Hand

What the hell is this game? And as it has two 10 sided dice and the options are awful…. Elain thinks to herself and lifts her eyes of the paper. Lucien is already looking at her, smiling sheepishly when she catches him looking. “Sounds like a fun little game,” he says, chuckling lowly.

“Unless you have to suck someone’s toes,” Eris grumbles. “For example yours, Lu. Those smelly, rotten toes that are in your trainers the whole day.” The older Vanserra brother crinkles his nose in disgust, and shakes his head with a grimace on his face, laughing.

“Bastard!” Lucien comments.

“You are, actually,” Eris jokes and his younger brother flips him off, but laughs nevertheless. His brother returns the gesture, grinning a little feistily. Elain can’t really focus on their little banter, she is internally planning her escape, but is unlucky. “And you will throw the dice. And let’s say they are 4 and 3….then you have rub someones neck. Now, if the bottle points onto Lucien for example and it is my turn, I have to rub his neck.” Everyone bows their head in understanding and anticipation and so the game begins. Vassa is kind and so she does not hand the dice to Elain, but to Jurian and it is then that Nesta and Cassian also join the game and Vassa does some little explanation for them as well. The game begins, Jurian spins the bottle and throws the dice: Lucien - Massage - Belly.

He huffs, but then hollers as Lucien leans further back in the chair, grins as he lifts his shirt and— God! Elain nearly drools at the sight of the six pack that is revealed to her — nothing but hard, solid muscles that ripple when he flexes them. Jurian makes a whole show out of his task, dancing his way over to his best friend and then starts rubbing his belly, his hips swaying to the music, almost like he is giving a lap dance. They both cackle loudly when Jurian is done and returns to his seat and next is actually Lucien. He spins and Elain’s breath halts. But it lands on Nesta. “Careful, Lucien,” Cassian warns, but silent amusement is etched into his features. The dice roll and…Kiss - Nose.

“Don’t kill me, mate,” Lucien cautions as he slowly gets up and moves over to Nesta. “May I kiss your nose, Ms Archeron?” Nesta chuckles loudly, winks at Cassian and then tips her chin up. “You may, Mr Vanserra.” He slowly leans in and Elain, although this is her sister who has a boyfriend whom she loves so very much, looks away. She does not want to see it somehow although this is just a silly game and just a silly kiss on the nose. Still she does not want to see it. And so the game continues, Nesta has to poke Azriel’s belly. Azriel has to tickle Vassa’s ear, who has to bite Cassian’s hand. He then has to touch Eris’ lips, Eris has to stroke Elain’s nose and then it is her turn and an enormous wave of nervousness washes over her. She holds the dice tightly in her sweaty hand, her heart racing like a galloping stallion. She spins the bottle and as it turns she throws the dice.

The dice roll and the bottle comes to a halt and it feels like time stops…so does her heart. Azriel - Tickle - Neck. She wants to die. Or turn into nothing but thin air. If Azriel is also affected by it, or nervous, he does not show. His face stays emotion less. Even as Vassa urges Elain to get up and she finally waddles over to him. She stops in front of him, looking at him with big eyes. Azriel cranes his neck and it is then that a small smirk appears on his lips. “Do your worst, Elain.”

Lucien really has to control himself. Right now he really, really, really wants to just punch Azriel in the face. Or dismiss him from this party. And when he looks at his older brother, he knows similar thoughts are coursing through Eris’ mind. Of course, Eris’ crush on Azriel is obvious, at least to his little brother’s eyes. He just knows him too well.

To say Elain feels awkward when she tickles Azriel’s neck would be an understatement. He does not show any reaction, other than still looking at her with the smug smile on his face. “Done,” Elain declares and quickly hurdles back to her seat, her cheeks hot and red. Lucien huffs and flashes Azriel a small glower before looking back at Elain. She is fumbling with her fingers…the fingers that have just touched Azriel and it makes him feel…jealous. Yes, he is jealous and annoyed that the bottle landed on Azriel…Idiot.

“Well, Azriel, you are next then.” Vassa announces and shoves the bottle as well as the dice over to him. He grabs the dice and spins the bottle which lands on…Eris. Cassian hollers, smacking his hand onto the backrest of the couch. “Hooh, hooh, that is going to be fun!” He flashes a Azriel a big, wicked grin and winks. Azriel notices this, but decides to ignore his best friend as his thoughts start going crazy just like Elain’s do whenever she thinks of Lucien. He rolls the dice and his heart halts for a moment. Stroke - Inner Thigh.

Well, this is, indeed, going to be fun. Lucien huffs a little, watching how Eris’ whole body stiffens and a muscle in his jaw ticks. Azriel glances at Eris for a moment, no conversation passing between them as he lowers his hand to Eris’ thigh, very high up actually and slowly starts stroking his in tight jeans clad leg. Eris’ body stays rigid, his focus on the table until Azriel lets his hand move further up, so very close to Eris’ private parts.

“Fuck you!” A grin breaks out on Eris’ face, Azriel’s slender fingers drawing circles to his inner thigh. Eris grabs the pillow from beside him. Azriel shows him a mischievous grin in the exact moment that Eris places the pillow on his lap to cover up any indication of what Azriel’s touch does to him. “Just get a room you two,” Lucien grumbles and shakes his head at his brother, chuckling lowly.

“Jealous?” Eris retorts, his voice tinged with amusement.

Lucien flips him off once again and shakes his head.

“And don’t worry, little brother. We will do that anyway later.” He grins and glances at Azriel.

“I fucking knew that you two are banging. But hell, when were you going to make it official?” Cassian’s gaze ping-pongs between Eris and Azriel who both grin and laugh from the bottom of their hearts. They make a beautiful couple Elain has to admit, but now she feels a little silly for tickling his jaw. After all Azriel is Eris’ lover…But she decides not to think about it too much and rather listen in on the conversation again.

“We thought you would figure out at some point. Had no idea it would take you so long. And we are not only banging, we are dating.” Azriel hums. He removes his hand from Eris’ thigh, only to wrap his arm around Eris’ shoulder and pull him in for a quick kiss on the cheek. God! They are cute! Elain thinks and her lips pout a little.

“Alright, stop the endless cheesiness. We have a game to play. Eris you are next!”

Eris has to hold Nesta’s hand, and she then has to lick Cassian lips. As if they are not doing this all the time anyway, Elain thinks but her inner chuckling dies down the moment, Cassian announces that he has to massage her toes. Elain cringes a little, but Cassian only laughs, the sound so loud it even drowns out the chatter in the background. He gets up and rubs his hands. “Well, Elli, let’s do this.” He grins as he crouches down in front of her. “But I have to warn you, your sister loves her foot massages, don’t melt into a puddle, Elli.” Elain has to chuckle as well, her head thrown back as she does so. Cassian helps her slip out of her sandals and then starts massaging her toes which makes her laugh uncontrollably. It just tickles so much and tears build up in her eyes. Everyone watching them, including Lucien, has to laugh as well — the whole image they create is just too funny and then there is Elain’s laugh. Lucien wants to bottle it up and listen to it whenever he feels sad. It is the most beautiful sound in the entire world and he knows he can never get enough of hearing it. Elain is clutching her belly, tears running down her cheeks when Cassian finally straightens up and returns to his place next to Nesta. “Whenever you need me again, you know where to find me, Elli. The best masseur in the entire world.” Cassian winks at Elain and then kisses Nesta’s cheek before sipping on his red cup filled with some sort of liquor.

“And next up is Elain!” Vassa cheers and somehow Elain feels less nervous now, the laughing has calmed her and she happily grabs the dice and bottle, spins and a second later throws the dice onto the table.

But then all nonchalance and bliss whooshes out of her the moment the bottle stops and the dice show the numbers. This time Elain really wants to be sucked into a hole in the ground because what is revealed to her is simply impossible. This has to be joke. A really bad one. With widened eyes, parted lips, and a dry mouth, she finds her breath catching, unable to tear her gaze away from the table. What is revealed to them must be a cruel joke, it can’t be anything else: Lucien - Lick - Private

“Oh God!” Elain expresses, her voice hushed and she flashes Vassa a look of pure shock. Nesta bites down on her lip, showing her little sister an apologetic look but also one that says ‘I really don’t want to see this.’ And Elain…really does not want to do this. But then…something about it intrigues her…somehow. But she does not want to stay here. She can never in a million years do this in front of everyone. And it is as if Lucien can read her mind. He releases a breathy laugh and leans a little forward. “Well, it says private,” he says, his tone amused and a smug smile on his lips. He wipes his hands down his thighs and gets up, extending his hand to Elain. “So, we will share whatever this refers to…in private.” Lucien winks at Elain who finds herself unable to move until Vassa nudges her ribs. Cassian makes some cheering noises which is accompanied by the shake of Eris’ head who flashes his little brother a look that says ‘Don’t hurt her. Don’t do anything she does not want. She is a good one.’ Lucien tips his chin at his brother, both in acknowledgment and assurance that he won’t do anything she does not want. Elain slowly gets up and almost tentatively surrounds the table. “Have fun,” Vassa giggles and bites down on her lower lip as she leans onto Jurian. She shows Elain thumbs up before said woman turns her attention fully to Lucien.

Her knees quiver with uncertainty, her heart races, and her breath quickens. She slides her palm into Lucien’s and looks up at him with big eyes. He flashes her a warm smile and gently guides her through the crowd. Everything until they arrive in what she gathers is his room becomes a blur — her mind is spiraling and she is mulling over every possible thing that could happen now. Lucien locks the door behind them and guides her to the bed where he sits down. Elain stands in front of him, her hands intertwined in front of her body, her breathing quick, chest heaving with every inhale. Lucien notices her unease and wants to comfort her. He does not expect anything from her. He just wanted to get her out. He did not want her to have to do anything she does not want or feel comfortable with. And he knows, the others might have pushed her to lick his abs or something like this in front of everyone and he really did not want that. Lucien’s hands are braced on the bed, the veins in his strong arms standing out. His head lolls back and he looks up at her with those damnably beautiful eyes, slowly assessing her. “You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“But it says lick and private.” Elain’s brows are drawn together, her lips pursed. “Elain,” Lucien says, his voice tinged with empathy. He leans forward and braces his elbows on his thighs, never breaking eye-contact. “I am not expecting you to give me a blow job right now.” Elain’s eyes widen and she gapes at him. “Oh…” She swallows around the sudden lump in her throat, her mind going crazy with a million thoughts most of them going exactly to the topic of giving him a blow job. She sucks her lower lip between her lips, her eyes still locked with his, and waits for him to say something.

“Have you ever…sucked someone off?” Lucien raises a brow and Elain startles a little, not at all having expected this question now. She wanted him to talk, but that question was not what she expected. Elain draws in a deep breath, her cheeks feeling hot and then she steps closer to Lucien. Leaning down, she is on eye level with him and grins. “Take a guess?”

Lucien’s gaze falls to her lips and lingers and then he grins as well. “Well, I think you have.” “And I think you are correct.” She is still grinning, internally calming herself down as every fiber in her body is pulsing and vibrating with a sudden desire and lust. The distant thump of music seeps through door and walls of the room, the melodies and chatters wafting through the air, but in the confines of his room it is just them. Only Lucien and Elain and she decides that she wants to be bold. It is a chance and she wants to take it. She wants it. And she wants him. She wants Lucien and why not be reckless for once? As if he could read her thoughts once again, Lucien tips his chin up a little, his lips nearly meeting hers and then he says in a whispered voice, “Tell me what you want, Elain.”

“I want what the game suggested.” She raises her own brow, a smirk on her lips and Lucien is gone. “It just said lick, Elain. And in private,” he taunts, and pokes his tongue out, softly brushing it over her lower lip. She shivers a little, a sigh catching in her throat. “It did,” she whispers and her breath tickles Lucien’s skin. “Tell me you want it, Elain. Tell me you want to lick me. Tell me you want to suck my cock.” His wording is terribly vulgar, but instead of turning her off, it makes something in her lower belly tighten and dampness pool between her thighs. She closes her eyes for a moment, and releases a trembling breath. “I want to suck your cock, Lucien.” Her lips split into a grin and then she leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth. “Would you like that?”

Lucien places his lips on hers, sending vibrations throughout her whole body when he says, “I would like nothing more than that. But only under one condition.” He pauses, loving how Elain shivers a little against him. “And that is?” she asks in a sultry tone.

“I want to taste your pretty cunt at the same time. I want you to ride my face, Elain, while you swallow my cock.” Oh God! Elain feels dizzy, her mind clouded with desire, her vision blurry at the sudden heat she feels all over her body. “Yes!” It is all she says before their lips meet in a frenzied kiss, full of passion and hunger. Their hands claw at the clothes of the other, ripping and peeling the pieces off their bodies as quickly as possible. The jumpsuit Elain is wearing is gone in a instant which makes it easier for Lucien to worship her soft skin with searing kisses and touches.

As their bodies come together they move onto the bed, and Lucien positions Elain just in the way he wants her. She has no time to feel insecure or nervous about her whole body being so on display for him. Not when Lucien eyes her like she is the first meal after having been starved for months. Elain’s knees press into the mattress as she hovers above his head, his heated gaze nearly turning her molten. He moves his arms back, his biceps flexing, the muscles in his solid chest rippling and he helps her move closer. “You are so fucking beautiful, Elain,” Lucien raps, his gaze touching every body part he can see from below her. He turns his head a little, kisses the inside of her thighs, strokes her legs gently, and then parts her wet folds with his thumbs. Elain’s body goes rigid, her walls clenching around nothing. But she he can’t lower herself. She can’t sit on his face as he requested it. She would suffocate him. But Lucien has none of that. He wants her to suffocate him, or maybe nearly suffocate him.

“Elain!” Lucien’s voice is gentle, but stern and demanding. “Don’t hover, fucking sit on my face!” His large hands grab her ass and he pulls her down, his tongue gliding through her folds as he savours his first taste of her and groans somewhere deep in his throat. Everything coils and bliss erupts all over Elain’s body. She cries out in pleasure, her head lolling back, eyes closed and lips parted. Good God! She really has not expected this party to turn out like this…But now she can’t even put into words how happy she is that she came here.

Elain slides down his front, until she can take his rigid and proud length into her hands, stroking him gently. He is thick and long, soft and yet so very hard. Lucien latches at her entrance, lets his tongue circle her clit, his arms wrap around her middle and Elain takes him into her mouth, teasing the head with her tongue. She has only done that twice in her life, but telling by the purely male groan that leaves Lucien at her first taste of him, she knows what she is doing is quite alright. His noises are a sin — nothing human anymore. Almost primal sounds come from some deep part of his throat as he suckles, licks and teases hers. His arms are tightly curled around her while he feasts, while she sucks and swallows around him, teasing him with her tongue. She is savouring every part of his length, her hand stroking the part her mouth can’t reach and she even lets it slide down to his balls. Lucien hisses against her, lifts her hips a little for a second to release a low growl, his chest vibrating. “Fucking God, Elain! Don’t ever stop!” Pulling her back down, he returns to his business, devouring her, groaning and moaning in utter pleasure. It is a moment filled with nothing but heat and passion. Feasting and being feasted upon. His cock pulses and twitches between her delicate lips as release gathers in his spine. Elain holds him tightly, wiggles her hips to signal him that he can come in her mouth. Lucien curses lowly, making a mental note to never ever let her go again. This woman is his end, but also the one person he wants to spend every day of his life with.

They come simultaneously, Elain’s screams and moans of pleasure and Lucien’s low growls and loud pants drowning out all the noises from the party below as they reach their climax and then sloppily ride out their heights together.

Music is still reaching their room, when Lucien wraps his arms around Elain’s naked body and pulls her flush to his chest. “You are my end, Elain,” he says before kissing her ear. “My absolute fucking end and don’t think that after tonight I will ever let you go again.” Elain chuckles a little and turns in his hold, looking up at him through her lashes. “Good.” She grins. “Because I won’t ever let you go again, either.”

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