Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 167

Chapter 167: A Blowjob That Came From Under The Table 2 (R18+)
Ethan stayed there for a while—his face buried between Lilith’s soft, full breasts, his breath warming her skin.

The feeling of them surrounding him and how they moved with each breath she took made it harder to think.

The scent of her skin was subtle but addictive, like something that lived only in moments like this.

He didn’t want to move.

But his body was alive now, pulsing from the steady rhythm Seraphina kept below the table.

At first, her mouth, her hands, and the way they worked together in sync had taken him by surprise.

But now his body was adjusting. He was still shaking, still sensitive, but learning to hold it and let it build.

Lilith tilted her head slightly, watching him with a slow smile. Her fingers stroked through his hair, down the back of his neck, nails grazing lightly.

“You like it?”

Ethan nodded, his voice muffled slightly against her skin. “I love it.”

Ethan pulled in a breath, his face pressing into her boobs.

Then, slowly, his hands began to move.

Up, over her waist.

Across the curve of her ribs.

Until they stopped at the swell of her breasts.

His thumbs traced small circles over her bare skin, following the same pattern his nose had taken moments ago.

Lilith’s breath caught a little. Not a gasp. More like a slow exhale, a sound of anticipation and enjoyment.

His grip tightened, just enough for his fingertips to sink in a little, and his mouth moved—lips opening, tongue brushing across the surface, tasting the warmth and sweetness of her skin.

Seraphina kept a steady pace, her mouth moving smoothly up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling the head before sliding back down, and her hands working in sync.

His body trembled, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his face pressed deeper into the valley between her breasts, his breath hot against her skin.

Her chest rose and fell faster now, her body arching into his touch.

He didn’t tease.

Not intentionally.

The soft, sweet weight of her was too tempting. His lips found the top of one breast, and his hand reached out to the other.

His grip tightened, the pad of his thumb stroking across her nipple, and his tongue pressed deeper into her skin.

She made a low sound, her body curling into him.

Her hands came up, pulling his head in tighter.

Her breath grew ragged.

The air thickened.

Ethan chucked a little, then he rubbed against her boobs once more.

Then, slowly, his hands began to move.

One slid down her back, the other trailing along the side of her thigh, fingers brushing the soft skin there before drifting inward.

Lilith’s breath hitched.

Her eyes met his again—half-lidded now, lips parted. But she didn’t say a word.

She didn’t need to.

Ethan’s hand moved further, his touch slow and careful, fingers slipping between her thighs as he leaned forward again to kiss the curve of her neck.

Lilith’s legs shifted, opening more around him, inviting the contact. Her fingers curled around the back of his chair. Her body tensed just slightly, and then relaxed into it.

He didn’t move too quickly.

Not yet.

He started with small touches—just the tips of his fingers, light and slow, tracing small patterns up and down the inner curve of her thighs, never going too far.

Just teasing.

Making her crave the contact.

Her skin warmed, her pulse quickening.

Everywhere his fingertips brushed, they left a trail of fire.

“Ethan,” she breathed.

The sound of her voice made his whole body tense.

His hands paused, then moved higher.

They brushed her inner thighs, just a featherlight touch, but enough to make her shiver.

Then they slid in.

One hand found its spot easily.

His thumb slipped between her lips, finding the warm, wet spot at the center.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her back arching slightly.

Ethan didn’t pull away. He kept his thumb there, applying gentle pressure, and his mouth found her nipple.

His tongue drew a soft, slow path across her skin, leaving a wet line up her throat, his fingers working the same motion.

She made a quiet sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, her head falling back, her breath coming faster now.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

She wasn’t thinking about Seraphina.

Her mind had gone silent.

And her body was burning.

He didn’t.

Instead, his hand kept moving, fingers and thumb stroking in slow, steady motions.

The heat and dampness building there only fueled him more, making his mind cloud with a heavy desire.

Meanwhile, his lips and tongue explored the nipples of her breasts, tasting the soft, supple curves and savoring the sweet scent of her skin.

Every sound she made was quiet, breathless.

Like she didn’t want to disturb him.

Meanwhile, Seraphina who was still sucking his dick didn’t know what was happening as she focused all of her attention on her task.

She didn’t slow.

Didn’t falter.

Her mouth, her hands, and the rhythm she created were seamless.

Pleasure rolled through his body, slow and steady, growing stronger with each motion.

Then she slowly released his dick, and started licking the underside of his dick with a flat tongue and using her hands to work the remaining parts.

The feeling of her lips on his skin was incredible, the slow, steady slide of her tongue sending sparks of electricity through his body.

But it was the pressure that made him shudder.

She wasn’t shy or hesitant. She was firm, the heat and strength of her mouth enveloping him fully, taking him deep.

His grip tightened.

Lilith’s eyes flickered open, her lips parting in a silent gasp, her legs shifting against his, urging him closer.

He obliged, his hand and mouth working the same pattern and motion.

And as he did, Seraphina’s actions became more deliberate, her strokes growing firmer, her grip tightening, her pace increasing.

Ethan’s mind swam, his focus fading into the background. All that mattered was this—the warmth, the pressure, the way her mouth felt against his skin.

His hand slipped in further, the pads of his fingers grazing the wet entrance of her pussy.