Chapter 368: The Offering 3

"Don’t," she said.

"I didn’t say anything."

"You were about to."

"I was going to say you can go slower if you want. You don’t have to push it that hard."

"I know what I’m doing."

"I know you do. That doesn’t mean you can’t take your time."

She did not answer.

She bent and took him again, and this time she did slow down.

Her tongue circled under the ridge. The skin there was sensitive.

She felt him twitch when she pressed it. Her cheeks hollowed on the way up.

The weight of him settled on her tongue on the way down. A vein pulsed against the side of her mouth.

His hand came into her hair.

Light brown. Short. His fingers spread against her scalp, warm, and stopped there.

He did not push. He did not guide.

He only held.

Olivia felt that in her stomach and between her legs at once.

The cream panties were soaked.

Every bob of her head rubbed the green mesh across her.

Her thighs had started to shake from kneeling.

She kept her eyes on her work so she would not have to look at his face.

The taste of him was stronger now.

Salt and heat and the faint bitterness that kept coming when she pressed her tongue under the head.

She was nearly past the point where she could stop when Lia’s shoulder knocked hers.

"Move over," Lia said. "You’re hogging him."

Olivia drew back.

A wet sound.

A string of spit hung from her lip and broke. Lia took the head before the gap could close.

She was not polite about it.

She sucked hard. The head filled her mouth. Salt and warmth and the taste of Olivia’s mouth still on him.

She hollowed her cheeks and felt him twitch against her tongue.

A vein pulsed under the ridge.

She pulled off with a pop and looked up the length of his body. Red curls fell forward. Freckles stood out on her shoulder. Spit and pre-cum shone on her lower lip.

"You can still taste her on him," she said. "It’s weird."

"Don’t say that," Olivia said. Her voice was rough.

She was still on her knees near his thigh. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The green mesh on her chest was wet.

Lor’s hand drifted toward Lia’s hair. She caught his wrist and put it back on the quilt.

"Keep your hands flat. Where I can see them."

"Alright."

"Don’t try to be cute about it either."

His knuckles had gone pale against the bedding.

Lia liked that more than she showed.

She went back down.

The head was wetter now. She took him deeper than Olivia had and felt the ridge slide over her tongue.

The head pressed the roof of her mouth. She held it there for a second and felt him throb.

Spit ran down the shaft and over her fingers.

She stroked what her mouth could not reach, a slow twist at the base, and felt his stomach muscles tighten under her other hand.

She pulled back just far enough to talk.

Her lips were wet. The head of his cock rested against them. It was hot. It twitched once. A thin string of spit and pre-cum stretched between her lip and the slit.

"You’re shaking now," she said. "Your leg. Look at it."

"I know."

"You were acting so calm earlier. What happened to that?"

"I was acting. It’s harder when you’re actually in my mouth."

"You’re bad at pretending."

She licked a long stripe up the underside, tongue flat and slow. The vein there pulsed against her tongue. He bit off a sound. It was a good sound. She put it away to use later.

Olivia was still kneeling close, flushed to the collarbone, a strand of brown hair stuck to her wet chin.

Lia reached over without looking and tucked it behind her ear. Olivia let her.

Sophia had edged in on the other side.

Her fingers were knotted in the pink mesh at her breasts and her eyes were fixed on Lia’s mouth. The pink stocking had ridden up her thighs. She kept shifting her knees, and every shift pulled the white panties tighter against her.

She could feel how soaked they were. The air on the damp fabric was cool.

"Come closer," Lia said. "You’re just watching. That’s not helping."

Sophia came closer. Her twin tails swung forward when she knelt. She stopped with her knees almost touching Lia’s.

Lia took him again. She showed Sophia without saying she was showing her.

Slow stroke of her hand at the base, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside on the way up.

She let him slide out wet and shining and held the base steady so Sophia could see the whole length. Spit hung between her lower lip and the head.

She let it drop. It landed on his stomach and ran a short way before it stopped.

"There," she said. "That’s it. Don’t think about it so hard. Just put your mouth on him and move."

She angled him toward Sophia’s face.

He was still wet from her mouth and from Olivia’s before that.

Lia sat back on her heels. Her black mesh was soaked through at the thighs. The green panties underneath had gone dark and stuck to her. She was breathing hard, and she did not care who saw.

Sophia looked at what had been handed to her. Her hands came loose from the pink mesh. She wet her lips and knelt up to take her turn.

One. Two. Three.

She counted because counting was the only way she knew to make her hands do something while the rest of her argued with itself.

He was right there.

Wet from Lia, wet from Olivia, held steady for her at an angle that gave her no excuse.

The head was darker than she expected.

A bead of clear fluid sat in the slit and caught the light. Veins stood out along the shaft.

She could see where Olivia’s lips had been and where Lia’s had been after. The skin looked tighter there.

She kissed the base first. It was the coward’s place, and she knew it.

She licked upward.

Slow, small, the tip of her tongue only.