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

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 someone 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