Chapter 233: Chapter 233- Lick [18+]

The kiss ended, but the connection lingered a single, silvery strand of saliva briefly bridging their lips before breaking. They pulled apart, their breaths coming in ragged, heavy pants, the air thick with the heat of their shared passion.

Veronica, her emerald eyes dark with unsated desire, was not nearly finished. A low, hungry sound escaped her throat as she surged forward, capturing Julian’s mouth once more in a deep, claiming kiss. He met her fervor without hesitation, his hands tightening on their hips.

Witnessing their renewed intensity, a sudden, brave desperation washed over Aya. The feeling of being left behind was more than she could bear. With a soft, determined whimper, she leaned in, her own lips seeking Julian’s, her small tongue tentatively joining the fray.

What followed was a fevered tangle of three. Their mouths met and parted in a shifting, hungry dance. Tongues slid and twisted together in a messy, consuming heat that knew no single owner.

Julian’s hands roamed freely, sliding from the slender curve of Veronica’s waist down to the full, sexy swell of her backside, gripping it firmly. His other hand mirrored the motion on Aya, kneading the soft, plump, and yielding curve of her bottom through the slick fabric of her costume, pulling her tighter against him as their passionate, three-way kiss spiraled into blissful oblivion.

Meanwhile, Veronica’s hands were far from idle, As their tongues tangled, her fingers trailed down Julian’s chest, over the fabric of his trousers, until her palm found the rigid, thick length of his erection straining against the confinement. They broke the kiss, all three of them gasping for air, their foreheads glistening.

"See?" Veronica purred, her voice thick with lust and triumph. "It seems the part of you below is already standing at attention," She emphasized her point by rubbing her palm firmly over the hard bulge, a slow, deliberate friction that made Julian grit his teeth and hiss a sharp intake of breath.

Without breaking eye contact, her fngers moved to his zipper. The sound of it sliding down seemed unnaturally loud in the charged room, She freed him, and his penis sprang forth, standing thick and impressively erect, the heat from his skin radiating like a brand into the cool air.

In the heated silence that followed, Julian’s voice cut through, calm and deeply resonant, a contrast to their ragged breathing. "I truly do love these outfits," he stated, his hands still possessively resting on their hips. "I think this might be the best reward for all my hard work."

Aya, emboldened by the intimacy and the warmth of his body, nodded shyly. "Y-Yes... You’ve struggled so much. Please, let us take care of you tonight."

Veronica raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips. "My, my, Aya. That was surprisingly bold of you."

Julian’s gaze darkened with promise, sweeping over both of them. "And I intend to enjoy every last bit of your... care until I am thoroughly satisfied."

With that, he moved with a strength that belied his calm demeanor. In one fluid, powerful motion, he rose from the chair, effortlessly lifting both women in his arms. A small, surprised gasp escaped Aya, while Veronica simply clung to his neck with a confident smile. He carried them the short distance to the large bed, depositing them amidst the soft sheets.

He stood for a moment, drinking in the sight before him. It was a breathtaking panorama: Veronica, her blonde hair fanned out like a halo, her green eyes smoldering with anticipation and Aya, her dark hair in charming disarray, her face flushed, looking both nervous and eager as she lay beside her companion. They were a perfect, contrasting vision of desire, waiting for him.

Slowly, never breaking his gaze, Julian shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He revealed a toned torso that spoke of strength and discipline. He joined them on the bed, his shadow falling over them as he moved with the intent of a man about to claim his prize.

But as he leaned in, Veronica’s hand came up, pressing gently but firmly against his chest, stopping him.

"Wait, Julian," she said, her voice a husky command. "Before you do... we have something we want to do to you first."

A slow, intrigued smile spread across Julian’s lips. "Oh? And what would that be?"

Veronica’s emerald eyes glittered with playful dominance. "We said we would take care of you," she purred, tracing a finger down his sternum. "That means you will be the one lying down. You’re under our command tonight."

Aya, finding a sliver of courage from Veronica’s lead, nodded eagerly from beside her. "Th-that’s right, Julian. Just lie back and let us... serve you."

Julian looked from one determined face to the other, a wave of amusement and anticipation washing over him. "Alright," he conceded, his voice a low rumble of agreement. "If that is what you wish."

He shifted, settling onto his back against the soft pillows, a king preparing to receive his devoted subjects. Veronica and Aya moved with synchronized purpose, positioning themselves on either side of him, their bodies hovering over his. Their hands began to roam, exploring the hard planes of his chest and abdomen with a mixture of reverence and curiosity.

Veronica’s fingers traced over his unmarred skin, her expression shifting to one of genuine surprise. "Not a single scar remains," she murmured, her tone laced with awe. "After how terribly wounded you were..."

"It was Beatrix," Julian explained calmly, his eyes closed as he savored their touch. "She—"

He was cut short as Veronica pinched the sensitive skin of his side, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to make him flinch and hiss softly. Her eyes, now narrowed, held a possessive fire. "Hush," she chided, her voice a silken threat. "No talking about other women."

Julian, knowing better than to argue, simply nodded in surrender. "As you wish."

In the quiet that followed, Aya’s timid voice piped up, filled with a mixture of desire and hesitation. "Julian... would it be... alright if I... licked your chest?"

A soft chuckle escaped him. "Go ahead."

A visible wave of relief and happiness washed over Aya. A small, happy smile graced her lips as she leaned closer, her warm breath ghosting over his skin. "Excuse me," she whispered, a picture of adorable politeness amidst the growing passion.

Then, she lowered her head. The first touch of her small, tentative tongue against his skin was electric. It was a slow, experimental lick, followed by another, more confident one, as she began to taste the salt and scent of him, her shyness slowly melting away under the permission he had so freely given.