Chapter 371: The Offering 6

She had her mouth on him and her eyes down.

She could hear all of it. Lia’s breathing, the wet sounds from the bed, the small noises Sophia was trying to swallow.

She did not look up. Her thighs were pressed together so hard they ached, and the cream panties had been soaked through for a long time.

Nobody had touched her, and she was not going to say that she wanted it.

Her right hand went down between her legs.

She told herself it was to steady herself.

She pressed two fingers against the green mesh and the panel under it, and the weave dragged across her clit, and she bit down on a sound.

Nobody was looking at her.

She did it again, in time with her mouth, slow, so that if anyone glanced down it would look like she was only bracing on her knee.

The cream panties underneath were soaked through.

Every small circle of her fingers pushed the wet cloth tighter against her, and the green stocking stuck to the back of her hand.

On the bed, Lia was close.

Her thighs had started to shake, and her hips had stopped following any rhythm. She rode his face in short, hard pushes, and the words coming out of her had lost their shape.

"Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Lor, don’t stop."

He kept his tongue where it was.

He tightened his grip on her ass and held her down onto his mouth.

The torn black mesh scraped against his cheek every time she rocked.

The green panties were shoved aside and stuck to her thigh, dark and slick.

She tasted stronger now, salt and heat and the faint bitterness of her own wetness. When he sucked on her clit she made a broken sound and her whole body jerked.

She came with a cry that cracked halfway through. Her whole body locked. Her thighs clamped on either side of his head and her fingers dug into the base of his cock, and she shuddered over him for a long moment before she folded down onto her elbows, panting.

He licked her through the end of it, softly, until she twitched away from his tongue. A thin line of her wetness ran down his chin.

"Enough," she gasped. "That’s enough."

She rolled off him and lay on the quilt at his side with her torn stocking and her hair stuck to her forehead.

The black mesh hung open between her legs. The green panties were still twisted to one side. She did not lie there long. She pushed herself up on one elbow, looked at him, and grinned. Her mouth was wet.

Her freckles stood out dark against the flush on her chest.

"My turn," she said.

She slid up the bed, pushed his shirt up to his collarbones, and lowered her mouth to his chest.

She found one of his nipples with her tongue and flicked it, then took it between her lips and sucked.

Her free hand went to the other one, and she rolled it between two fingers.

Lor’s back came off the mattress.

The sensation was sharp and unexpected. It went straight down his spine and into his cock, which was still in Sophia’s mouth.

"Don’t," he said.

"You like it."

He did not answer, because Sophia had shifted in the meantime.

She had moved to the middle, where Lia had been, with her hips over his face and her mouth and hand still on his cock.

He turned his head and licked her where he had pushed the white panties aside. The pink mesh was bunched around her hips.

The white panties were soaked and stuck to her.

Every time his tongue touched her she made a small, thin sound against his thigh.

Sophia tensed.

She was tighter than Lia, and more sensitive, and he could feel every flutter of her.

He used his tongue in short, careful strokes on the clit, and two fingers inside her.

Her mouth came off his cock.

She laid her cheek against his thigh, her fingers gripping the quilt, and the sounds coming out of her were thin and breathless and very quiet.

She pushed back against his mouth without meaning to.

"Lor," she whispered. "I think..."

"Mm."

"I think I..."

He pressed his tongue flat against her and pushed his fingers deeper.

Sophia’s whole body jerked. Her inner muscles clenched hard around his fingers in short waves, and her hand tightened on his cock.

She came with a stifled whine, her hips rocking once, twice, then locking.

He did not stop licking until she was limp on top of him.

Her twin tails had fallen forward and stuck to the sweat on his stomach.

That tightening hand did the rest.

Olivia had been in the middle of it herself, one hand between her legs, her mouth working on the head.

She felt his hips jerk.

She felt the pulse start in his cock against her tongue.

The head swelled and twitched. She had half a second to think about pulling away.

He came in her mouth.

Hot, thick, three heavy pulses that filled her cheeks and ran down her throat.

The taste was stronger than the pre-cum had been, salt and heat and something thicker that coated her tongue.

And at the same moment, in the middle of that, her fingers pressed in the right place against the soaked green mesh and her whole body went tight.

She had not meant to.

She had not decided anything.

Her hips jerked and her thighs clamped on her own hand, and a sound came out of her around his cock that she did not recognize as hers.

She shuddered with her eyes screwed shut, still swallowing, and the climax went through her in slow waves while he emptied himself into her mouth.

Some of it leaked from the corner of her lips and ran down her chin onto the green mesh over her chest.

She kept her mouth on him until the pulses stopped, then swallowed what was left. Her hand between her legs was still moving in small, helpless circles.

The green stocking was stuck to her fingers.

When it was over she stayed there with her forehead against his thigh and her breath coming in short gasps. Her hand finally stilled.

She did not take it away yet.