by Nova Black
She put her knee next to mine on the chair. The other by my hip.
She was on all fours, breasts above me, mouth inches from mine. Her breath was warm, smelling of wine and chocolate. She lowered, licking my bottom lip.
“You had no problem spreading your legs for me yesterday.”
“That was yesterday.”
“Mhmm.” She laid her body along mine, soft curves filling gaps and gaps embracing curves.
Kissed me. Kissed me like she was making music, the rhythm rising, an ebb and flow reminding me of the tides that overswept me earlier. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the rhythm of her mouth, her tongue.
Her hands played me, too. Tracing the line of my torso, sliding down the sides of my ribcage, my stomach. Always staying north of the ache growing inside me.
If that was all she did I think I could’ve resisted. But her head dipped down, a path of luxurious kisses leading to my breasts. She mouthed an eager, hard nipple. Bit down. My God, I hissed as sparks of pleasure radiated in thick, waving lines. Knees parting of their own accord. She touched one thigh, briefly, but traveled back to my stomach, raking her fingers none-too lightly across it.
She played with my left nipple like a cat, torturing it with hard flicks of the tongue, teeth raking with just enough pressure to make the air suck through my teeth.
I could feel the wetness coating my thighs, running down the crack of my ass.
She moved to the right breast, and I moaned when her warm wet mouth suckled it. This one she treated tenderly, stroking the expanse of my stomach with feather-light touches, gentle suction of her mouth.
Back and forth she went, soft and hard, sugar and spice – Jesus it was driving me wild, competing signals of pleasure strumming my nerves.
Not once did she touch below my waist, my hips moving as if magnetized. Where her fingers went so did the direction of my rising hips.
“Please…,” I gasped.
She ignored me. Her mouth and hands conducting my pleasure.
“Jesus, Lia, I …” A deep moan issued from me, her hand had inched past the invisible barrier, holding steady at the edge of my pubis.
One touch of my pussy and I would be gone. I knew it. She knew it.
She looked up at me from my bruised, aching nipple and blinked slowly. “What do you call me, Meghan?”
Another thrill ran through me: Is this what the mouse feels when caught, staring into the hungry eyes of the cat? Right before it’s devoured.
“Ms. Onyx,” I whispered, my pussy clenching as I said it.
“Do you have something to tell me?”
“Please?”
“That’s not enough Meghan.”
Shit, I couldn’t think. What did she want before? My legs open, was that all?
I spread them open, cool air on my wet skin adding to my arousal.
She kissed my stomach, my navel…
I groaned, willing her to go lower.
She did, but it was only to reach behind her, grab something Kevin passed her.
“Do you know why I have a fountain at all my events, Meghan?”
What? I stared at her in a lust filled haze.
I heard a rattle, felt something cold between my thighs.
“Li– Ms. Onyx?”
“Hold still.”
It started filling me up, pushing inside me, cold and thick and hard. Why was it so cold?
She stood, going to the table, coming back with a curved metal cup.
She knelt between my legs.
“Lia?”
I felt her part my labia. My heart was pounding, furiously so. I was unbelievably turned on, the suspense pushing me further.
She stuck her stuck her finger in the cup, tasted her finger.
Her smile – Good god, I almost came right then.
“This is going to be a bit warm Meghan. Be good and hold still.”
She poured the freshly melted chocolate on me. I screamed. I screamed and climaxed roughly, intensely. She held my legs apart, hands on my knees as she watched the clutching of my pussy.
“Shhhh, its cool now Meghan. It’s setting – don’t move.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to. I really couldn’t feel much of anything below the waist, a distant throbbing and a slight tug of my skin.
Kevin appeared next to Lia, eyes locked on my pubis.
“That set well.”
“It looks delicious.”
Gently, she moved her fingers around my labia, pulling slightly. A small stream of water spilled out when she pulled, showing me the chocolate mold of myself.
“Very nice Meghan.”
“What the hell, Lia? What was that?”
“The ice plug was to ensure chocolate didn’t get inside you. It also cooled you down enough to let the chocolate set.”
She held it in her palm. “It came out quite nice, don’t you think.”
I shook my head, laying back on the chaise with my hands over my face. “You’re a fucking freak, you know that Lia.”
She climbed back on top of me, grinning. “Of course I know that.” She kissed me cheerfully. “And that, dear Meghan, will be that last time you address me by my first name in this room.”
I looked around. “Wait, we’re not done? Isn’t it time we left before everyone leaves?”
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m not done with you.”
She straddled me, fingers on my ribcage. Kevin behind her holding the cup. He poured creamy chocolate onto the curve of her right shoulder. It trailed down to her breast, slow and thick, dripping off her nipple to my quivering stomach. She smeared it in with her thumbs. Finger painting.
Kevin began licking the chocolate off her shoulder with long swipes of the tongue. Lia leaned back into him, eyes closing, inhaling when his thick hands wandered down the curve of her hip, slipping between her legs. Exhaling when he parted them, her eyes opening, fixing on me as his tongue slid over her skin, as his fingers disappeared between her thighs. Her hips moving. The back of his hand brushing me. Barest hint of knuckle kissing my clit.
Fuck me, this was hot. I pushed, thrusting against his hand, pushing into her. She arched. I knew nothing but the sound of her voice, the shine of her skin, the depths of her eyes. It’s this what it’s like to be consumed?
He poured chocolate down the other shoulder. I knew what she wanted from me.
I propped myself up, wrapping an arm around her torso. I took the left breast and Kevin the right. She threw her head back as we suckled her, the chocolate smearing us all. The heavy scent of her arousal edging us on.
Her eyes opened and she gave me that look, pushing me down, the fabric hot on my back as she pinned my arms, her knees spreading me open.
“If you need to say your word, say it now. Otherwise, I’m going to have Kevin fuck you. And Meghan, you will thank me with every fucking thrust.”
The only part of me that wanted to stay safe was my brain, and I told that stupid thing to shut up a while ago.
I kissed her, shaking with nervousness and anticipation.
She glanced behind her. I saw Kevin moving as she laid flat on me, spreading kisses on my cheeks.
I felt him at my entrance, thicker than the ice had been. He was on one knee, gripping Lia’s hips while she stared into my eyes, her legs holding me open.
He entered me and my back arched. Fuck, yes.
“Thank you, Ms. Onyx.” Shit, it was good, he pressed against me, grinding slightly. Pulled out slowly, staying inside me. Filling me.
Another thrust. “Oh god, thank you, Ms. Onyx.” Another. Another.
“Thank...”
“Thank you… thank you. Oh god!”
Lia watched my face, inches from my mouth. “Fucking beautiful, Meghan. You’re going to cum so beautiful.”
He fucked me harder, my body jerking under Lia, sliding with sweat and chocolate. Her face the only thing I could see. The only thing I wanted to see.
“Thank you, Ms. Onyx,” I gasped, my hips bucking. My mantra sending uns
peakable pleasure through me.
I was a thrust or two from orgasm when he pulled all the way out. I saw Lia’s eyes close in concentration. Her hips moving.
Holy shit, she was getting fucked on top of me. The sheer hotness of it jolted through me, making me want to explode.
He was in me again. Then Lia. She kissed me, our breathy cries and gasps mingling while we were fucked.
Shit, I was close and so was she.
She made a motion to Kevin and he stayed in me, riding me pass the edge, the clenching wave threatening to knock all the damn sense from me.
I came hard, my toes curling under Lia’s legs. My chocolate smeared body climaxing under her weight. I fucking came into her, my skin meeting her, melding into her.
Shit, Lia. The things you do to me.
She smiled that fucking sexy smile at me, holding my chin in her hand.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Ms. Onyx,” I breathed.
She kissed me, breathing appreciatively as Kevin resumed his thrust inside her.
Oh God. I never have seen anything so sexy as Lia being fucked from behind, her face a hairbreadth from mine.
I recovered slowly, my limbs bloodless from Lia leaning on them.
She pulled away, standing. “Come here.” I followed weakly, nearly melting when she kissed me, pushing my back against the wall.
She kissed me. She kissed me like she was drowning and I was her last gulp of air, her hands flat on the wall on either side of me.
Her mouth paused and she pulled away briefly, biting her lip, a slow rush of air from her mouth warming my cheek...
Kevin was moving behind her, his hands shifting to hold her slim palms against the wall.
Shit… was he?? I let my fingers slip to Lia’s wet but unfilled entrance.
My fucking god.
Lia held my gaze as Kevin fucked her in the ass, an occasional heavy sigh issuing from the depths of her. Our chocolate smeared skin was slick, heated, pressing together and sliding with the steady motions of Kevin’s thrust.
She kissed me again and I let her for the moment, until I broke off to trail kisses down her neck, the smears of chocolate on her breast, her navel. Until I was kneeling before her, gazing at Lia’s needy, empty pussy.
I looked up at her; she watched me with the intensity I had begun to crave.
“Ms. Onyx.”
Her eyes flickered, breath hitching as she waited for what she wanted to hear.
“May I?”
I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, Kevin rocking her into my waiting mouth.
My tongue was still, her body brushing along it, painting pleasure in dips and slight shifts of hips. She angled for me to fill her. Her head back, breasts and stomach glistening.
Kevin picked up the pace behind her, his arms straining to hold them both steady, his hips relentless.
Every brush of my tongue rose the octave of her cries. So fucking sexy. She was the sun and I wanted the heat of her to burn me. I stuck my tongue deep into her and she made a sudden, loud cry, bucking into my mouth, her words strangled but intelligible. “Ah, fuck, eat it all my good little straight girl.”
Oh god, she was delicious. Kevin’s powerful speed pistoning her hips into me and she writhing, grinding on my tongue until the final bursting of pleasure, her voice going silent with the intensity of her orgasm. My tongue flooding with her heat, scalding liquid from the sun.
Jesus, Lia. How could I not love you?
~~
There was no shower, but there were soft sponges and hot soapy water in metal bowls.
“That was the metal clanging? I was really worried there, Li– Ms. Onyx.”
She just grinned at me, washing as efficiently as she had undressed previously. “You want me to do you?” She pointed at the other cauldron of water.
“Don’t take offense, but I don’t think my body can stand another touch right now.”
She gave me that trademark look, like she was going to jump me right there and thoroughly test my hypothesis, when Kevin cleared his throat.
He was fully dressed, sporting a dark suit and tie. “Lia, I will meet you downstairs.” He looked at me. “It was a pleasure, Meghan.”
So I’ve been told. “Um, yeah, you too. I mean – nice meeting you?”
He smiled, turning to Lia. “I see what you were saying.”
She smiled back, looking happy and I decided not pursue whatever it was she had been saying.
There was silence after he left, just the sounds of splashing water and rubbing skin.
“Lia – can I call you Lia now?”
She grinned. “Sure.”
“After all that, if, um, Kevin hadn’t said something… I mean.” I sighed.
Why do I get so tongue-tied around her? It’s a wonder I hadn’t begun stuttering.
“Would I have fucked you again, after having fucked all day?”
I laughed. “Yes. That is my question.”
“Absolutely.” She waited for me to respond.
“So, what you’re saying is, you really enjoy sex.” In large, intense quantities.
“Mmhmm.”
“Like if I were, for instance, if I were to go to you and dump the bucket of hot soapy water on the both of us. It would be on?”
Her eyes dilated a bit but she just smiled. “Meghan, it would be on like Donkey Kong.”
I burst out laughing. “Classy, Lia.”
Downstairs the crowd had thinned out, but not by much. Music was playing and people seemed to be having a good time dancing and socializing.
“Well, back to work.” Lia said cheerfully.
I glanced at her. “You mean, your job, office work?”
“Yes. I have some things to do in the office, and I’ve been away all afternoon.”
Hopefully my face didn’t show the various memories of what we’ve been doing all afternoon. Man, talk about a fucking wild day. Technically, me staying close to Lia could be considered work, right?
Brenda spotted us, coming over with a knowing grin. She only rolled her eyes at the two of us, not mentioning our long absence.
“Can I catch a ride back with you, Lia? My friend would like to stay but I need to get back to the office.”
Lia’s eyes scanned the crowd. “Who’s your friend? What’s his or her name?”
