Then another.
And another.
Lea's eyes rolled slightly, her mouth falling open in a broken gasp as she shook, moaning helplessly into Ross's thigh before collapsing forward with a soft, breathless whimper.
Her arms gave out.
Her chest rested heavily on his lap.
Her breathing came in hot, rapid waves.
She had not passed out completely—but she was gone, floating somewhere between exhaustion and aftershock.
"Lea… did you just come?" Chelsea whispered, horrified and amazed all at once.
She covered her mouth, her fingers trembling.
Ross didn't look surprised.
Not even a little.
Chelsea tugged her shirt down instinctively, but it was useless—her nipples were fully, completely visible through the thin fabric, hard enough to ache.
She quickly folded her arms over her chest but it didn't hide anything.
Her voice cracked.
"Lea…? Lea—can you hear me…?"
Lea could only breathe.
It took Lea several long minutes before she could even move.
