by Nova Black
Contents
Copyright © 2014 by Nova Black Books
Insatiable: Episode 7
Lia’s Story
Thank You
Unescapable
Unquenchable: Ep. 1
Curved Blue Lines: Ep. 1
Space Curved: Ep.1
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Onyx Mafia: Insatiable
Lia and Meghan
Episode Seven
by Nova Black
Lia’s Story
It took Heidi less than twelve minutes to pull next to me. Impressive, because I had allowed for twenty.
“Lia,” she called with a nervous laugh, still in the car. Still buckled in. “How are you?”
“Heidi,” I replied, walking over to the driver’s side. “It’s nice seeing you again. Are you going to come out?”
She blushed, unbuckling. I opened the door, pulling her out and giving her a light kiss on the cheek. She turned her head toward me, brushing her lips on mine. A nervous hand reached out to touch my shoulder. Lingering.
She was pretty, slightly crooked front teeth adding to her charm. I could see what Meghan found intriguing about her. Her hair was flaming red and pulled back into two long thick braids.
“Did you understand what I told you over the phone?”
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes wide. She looked like she was first in line for her favorite rollercoaster.
“That, uh… that you wanted to have a…” she trailed off, looking up into the night. Looking down at her shoes. Looking everywhere but where she should be looking.
“Heidi. I wanted to have a what?”
“A threesome. With you and the other woman I saw today.”
“Meghan.”
“Yeah.”
“Say her name, Heidi.” She smiled, thinking I was joking. It faded as I regarded her calmly.
“Um… Meghan,” she said, looking away again.
“Very good. At the very least know the name of the person you are about to fuck.” I smiled, tugging a braid. “One of life’s little lessons.”
My hand cupped her ass and I pulled her to me, kissing her. She leaned into it eagerly, wiggling like a puppy but I stopped suddenly, looking down at her with a grin.
“Are those little pajama shorts?”
She shrugged, her smile self-depreciating. “I was in bed when you called. How did you get my number, anyway?”
I just smiled, shaking my head. “Were you able to find what I asked?”
“Um, yeah.” She turned back to the car, pulling out a length of pink ribbon. “Is this ok?”
“Perfect.” I pulled back her hair, knotting a large bow around her neck.
“Are you ready to go up, Heidi?”
“Yeah.” She breathed and nodded, “This is going to be hot, isn’t it Lia?”
“Heidi, this is going to be one of the hottest fucking nights of your life.”
I kissed her in the corner of the elevator on the way up, my knee pressing on her silky penguin pajamas. She was very responsive, enough that I had to pull back, not wanting her to spend too soon. Her crestfallen face had me kiss her once more.
“It’s been a while, has it?”
Another blush, and a nod of the head. I felt my own desire rise to answer hers, but I tapered it down, needing to react to the next couple of moments carefully.
I knocked. Meghan opened the door like she had been standing on the other side, handle in hand. She was wearing a robe, wet hair showing tales of a hasty shower.
“That was a long phone call, Lia.” Angry and aroused, one of her moods I found the most intoxicating. One day I’ll pull her between my legs when she’s angry. Let that heat boil over.
“I come bearing gifts.”
Meghan blinked — saw Heidi and stared, mouth slowly falling open.
Her eyes cut to me, face frozen in disbelief, anger. She shook her head, but her gaze pull back to Heidi, to the pink bow tied neatly around her neck. Then she frowned, mouth twisting until Heidi began edging behind my shoulder. “What the fuck is this, Lia?” Her voice was low and hard.
“Can we come in?”
“The fuck, Lia? I mean, how?” She said it wonderingly; pissed, yes, but a reluctant admiration for the absolute audacity. She loved my audacity the way I loved her anger, her heat.
“I did promise this, Meghan. Do you remember when we were on the boardwalk?”
Her expression changed in increments, eyelids flickering as she tried to push back the memory of her thinking of this exact scenario. Fantasizing about it.
I watched her, Heidi pressing against my back, her ribbon trailing my arm.
And there it was. The deep thrum of arousal, a flash of fantasy running through her brain and ending a sparking flame of desire.
She swallowed. “You still can’t touch me. You promised, Lia.”
“I know, Meghan,” I said, reaching behind me to pull a stumbling Heidi between us. I kissed her, smiling at Meghan as Heidi melted, grabbing handfuls of my clothes on the way down to the hotel bed.
“My God Lia,” Meghan’s voice was scandalized above me as I slid down Heidi’s PJ’s, discovering the delicious lack of underwear. The tuft of damp red curls.
“You have absolutely no shame.”
I chuckled into Heidi’s mouth, my hand already finding her slick center, circling her clit, my fingers dipping, teasing her wetness.
Heidi looked rapt, eyes closed, back arching. I kissed her earlobe, watching the way Meghan’s eyes trailed Heidi’s body, pausing at my hand, going back to my busy mouth, the pink bow at her throat.
She shook her head and frowned. But her gaze returned to the bow.
Heidi’s top was riding up and I helped it along, pulling it over her head. Her eyes flew open in a brief moment of self-awareness. I caressed her stomach, lips pulling light suctions on her neck until her eyes rolled inward along with her thoughts, ignoring the pestering state of her nakedness and our general lack of it.
“Jesus. I remember that feeling.”
Yes. When I exposed you in the conference room, pleasured you until her muscles gave way, until you had no fight left in you. No struggle.
“Come here, Meghan.” Experience the equally pleasurable other side of it.
Desire cast a shadow across her stricken face. She came closer, tentative fingers grazing Heidi’s thighs.
Heidi arched into it, lost in sensations.
Meghan shivered, removing her hand. Placed it back on.
Her chest rose once, twice. She slid her hand along Heidi’s calf, moving higher, hands splayed to brush against her pubis.
She paused, eyes on Heidi’s wetness. “I don’t want to…”
I smiled, kissing lower down Heidi’s belly, warm and pliable. “Then don’t.”
She nodded uncertainly, hands roaming. She stroked the curve of Heidi’s hip, trailed the line of her pelvis and Heidi moaned, shuddering. It was a heady feeling, to be with someo
ne so responsive, someone who craved every touch, and Meghan closed her eyes, sucking in air, mouth lowering to kiss the inside of the thigh…
That one taste was all she needed. Her eyes closed in stillness, as if she'd rediscovered a cherished memory, long forgotten. Her tongue snuck out again, pink and wet and hungry.
I bowed out, propping my head on my hand, watching Meghan step deeper into the waters.
Closer to me.
She teased the poor girl mercilessly, strumming all the places where pleasure could be found, except that one place.
Heidi began to beg, placing her hands on Meghan’s head, trying to push her lower or higher, left or right — trying to center her on that aching pulse between her legs.
Meghan refused, evilly, licking the bottom of her stomach, the tops of her thighs. She placed a finger on Heidi’s asshole and massaged there, suckling at her nipples. Heidi became frantic, hand’s clutching, pulling Meghan’s hair. I leaned over, careful not to touch Meghan’s skin, and pulled the belt from her robe, letting it slither over Heidi’s naked body.
I took her hands. Tied her wrist together, wrapping it tightly. Meghan watched closely, eyes darkening with a new level of desire.
Yes, Meghan. There is this, too. And so much more.
Sharply, I pulled Heidi’s arms above her head, watching her gasp, the line of her body both supple and tense, strained muscles warring with curved hips, full breasts over sinewy torso, pulled taut and proud. Beautiful.
“Beautiful,” Meghan whispered, crawling closer.
We shared her, Meghan and I, we shared our little gazelle, each of us holding a bound arm to the bed, our legs clasping hers, spreading her wide and pinned between us and trembling. Ah, the trembling was constant as a cat’s contented purr and I ran my teeth along it.
Meghan mirrored my touches, eyes closed. She had a knack, as Zi and I did, and she followed the source of pleasure like a spider in her web.
Heidi was wrapped in it, trapped and enjoying it. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, between the spacing of her ribs. Licked under the heft of her breast, warm air on her nipple.
Meghan followed, not a second behind. Our hands trailing down her sides to the softness of her pubis and Heidi’s hips lifted.
“You guys, please I need to…”
Meghan looked up, blinked.
Yes, Meghan. They do speak sometimes.
I whispered in Heidi’s ear. “You will have to earn it.”
“I will. Let me do you, or her. Anything.”
Meghan sat up, keeping Heidi’s tied wrist on the bed. “Lay back, Lia.”
I did so, moving further up the bed and laying my head on the pillows.
She turned Heidi on her belly, straddling her backside. She leaned down into Heidi’s ear, finger running along the pink ribbon. “Go up there and eat her.”
“I can’t move, Meghan.”
Meghan grinned. “What you’re saying is… you need motivation.” She reached down, rummaging inside a half opened bag on the floor.
Pulled out a wooden brush.
Well, shit, Meghan. I do love surprises.
Heidi caught glimpse of the brush and started whimpering, wiggling her ass to scoot forward. It was pretty futile on the twisted covers of the large bed, but it looked absolutely delightful.
Meghan looked at me, then back to Heidi, her eyes dark and hungry. “Do you have a safe word, Heidi?”
A muffled murmur.
“Do you want to use it now?”
A shake of the head.
“Excellent.” She smiled, and it was one of her darker ones. My fingers trailed to my own wetness as I watched that smile.
It begun with a slight tap on either cheek, preliminary and mostly playful. Still, Heidi tried to inchworm her way up. Most difficult as Meghan was sitting on her legs and her arms were tied beneath her.
“I thought I told you to go eat Lia’s pussy?”
Heidi shuddered, redoubling her efforts as the brush landed on her backside. Again and again it hit its mark, her cries vibrating into the cloth. Progress to my dampening pussy slow but measurable.
“Well, if pain doesn’t motivate you…” Meghan turned the brush around, exposing the thick curved handle. Her hand slid down Heidi’s back as she parted her legs.
I tilted my head so I could see Heidi’s face as Meghan entered her, the deep stillness of inner concentration that comes with being penetrated from behind.
She made a small “oh” with her mouth, head pulling back. Crooked little teeth wet by pink tongue. Meghan wrapped her hand around the back of her neck, grabbing the bow, pulling her back into each stroke.
“Fuck, Heidi. You are so wet. I’m going to lose my brush.” She nudged her, lifting to her knees, hands gripping her braids. “Get up there and eat that pussy.”
She managed, somehow, literally falling between my legs. Still, Meghan pressed against her head, instructing her.
“Get that tongue all the way into that cunt. Lick it good, Heidi.”
Yes. Do that.
Heidi obliged, tongue warm and needy. I sunk into it.
Meghan’s gaze on Heidi’s busy face was filled with want, almost sick with hunger.
I watched her mouth open, tongue wetting her lip. She pressed Heidi’s head in further, further still until Heidi’s nose and mouth were full of me.
The pleasant background ache growing in the depths of me blossomed into full, ravenous need. Heidi was obviously inexperienced but made up for it with enthusiasm. I sighed contently when she found the right rhythm, Meghan puppeteering her head.
“You want to be down there, don’t you Meghan?”
“Jesus, yes. How did you fucking do that to me Lia?”
And she kissed me, suddenly and without a trace of sweetness. It was an angry kiss, a resentful kiss. It was a kiss full of desire and I took it, letting it fill me, Heidi’s tongue keeping pace with my thrust.
Meghan leaned in further, pushing her torso against Heidi’s head, her hips moving, gyrating, fucking Heidi’s head into me, tongue in my mouth. Fuck, yes Meghan. More. She groaned and I climaxed, hard and with abruptness, white noise and Meghan’s gaze on me, the feeling of a new wet tongue lapping at my cunt.
Meghan sighed, watching me. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”
“Come here.”
Come with me, Meghan.
And she lay next to me, face filled with inexpressible emotions, her hand taking hold of Heidi’s head and moving it between her own thighs, eyelids flickering…
I watched her; her breath filled my lungs as she slowly rose and peaked. A final, loud cry at the end. A release of tension, a release of frustration.
A release of her old self.
She lifted Heidi’s smeared face to hers, kissing her deeply before passing her back to me.
I smiled at Heidi’s dazed expression, bending my own head to kiss her. Pressed her lower once more, my eyes on Meghan.
