Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 7: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) by Nova Black

Lia’s Story

    I t 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