Lia laughed against her, a low, delighted sound, and the laugh turned into a long lick that dragged both their tongues over him at once.
Spit mixed between them and ran down the shaft. Sophia, watching from below, made a small broken sound.
Her hand tightened on his thigh.
"That wasn't in the plan," Olivia said, unsteadily. Her lips were still close enough that the words moved against Lia's.
"Did you hate it?" Lia asked. She licked again, slower, and the tip of her tongue touched Olivia's on the way past.
Olivia did not answer. Her ears were red. "Don't do it again."
She stayed where she was for another second before she pulled back, and when she did, a string of spit connected her lower lip to Lia's for a moment before it broke.
After that the count fell apart. Sophia kept saying numbers and nobody followed them.
