Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 2: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) (2 page)

My mouth opened. I cleared my throat, rejecting the first four sentences that came into my head. Finally, I just said weakly, “We had a meeting.”

Lia was watching the other woman, (Pam something?), reorder her clothes, a small smile on her face. When she turned her gaze to me, the smile was gone.

“We had a meeting at 10:20 – not 10:15, certainly not 10:02.”

I nodded, wanting desperately be anywhere but here. Wanting desperately to be here, but closer.

“Come here, Meghan.”

I resisted, knowing where this was leading. “Why, Lia? I don’t think…”

For just a moment I thought I would be able to hold out, that I would leave this office with my pride and my panties intact.

But when she spoke it was not a request, not even a command. It was a calm expectation, a surety of events. It was the ending to a story already written, published and the movie rights sold…
 

Could I stay right where I was? Could I turn away or even leave? Sure.
 

My hands clenched. I looked towards the door and sighed, gaze shifting back to Lia. Walking away from Lia was not an impossibility – it was just an mathematical improbability.

The other woman was still there, purse in her hand. I shot a look at her and she glanced back at Lia. Whatever signal Lia sent her was enough to make her smile and lean against the wall in anticipation.
 

No, no, no. I can’t. I looked pleadingly at Lia but she was impassive. One step, two… I traveled towards her past her wide black desk.

“Lia,” I started, “I didn’t –”

“That was very rude, Meghan. Interrupting Pamela and I when I asked you to wait.” She tilted her head. “I don’t tolerate rudeness well.”

I nodded, a lump growing in the back of my throat. Oh god, please don’t make me do this in front of Pamela.

Lia shifted. Under the desk I caught a glimpse of her skirt, the front brushing her hips, a smudge of wetness glistening on her thigh.

“How are you going to apologize?”

Panicked, I stared at Pam, who was watching both of us in lustful abandoned, her hand starting to move rhythmically behind her purse.

My heart beat against the hollow of my throat. I waited for her, them, to make suggestions, to call out lewd things to do and be done to me. No, they waited in silence, expecting an answer.

“I could finish… finish what she started.”

Lia nodded, an amused smile on her face. “And Pamela?”

I breathed, vision wavering. “I really do not want to do anything with Pamela.”

Pamela snorted.

“Meghan, I don’t think she’s interested. I think she would like to stay until the job you interrupted is complete.”

My mouth opened. I looked at the naked lust on Pamela’s face and flushed. But it wasn’t me she was watching. Her eyes were on Lia.

“Should she stay, Meghan? Should she stay and watch you, watch you get on your knees and place your tongue deep between my legs. Watch as you get that taste you’ve been craving?”

How do I get into these situations? I stood there, breathing hard, the rhythmic sounds of masturbation background to my frenzied thoughts.

I’ve only done this once before, in the heat of unexpected passion. And now what she asks of me… can I do it? Did this flood of arousal mean I wanted to do it: purposeful, clear-headed… and with an audience?
 

She keeps pushing me, leading me somewhere – but I wasn’t exactly kicking and screaming.

I dropped to my knees, my head bowed. “She can stay,” I said, hoarse and shaking.

Lia grabbed my chin and pulled me to her. She kissed me hard, her tongue circling mine. I tasted her. I tasted her and Pamela, my entire body tingling. I kissed back, wanting every last molecule for myself, lost in the flavors of Lia’s passions.

A throaty noise and she pulled back abruptly, throwing her leg over the arm of her chair, guiding me with a handful of my hair between her fist. I felt her grip loosen before my lips touched her and I hovered, staring. Feeling the moment swell, knowing she was letting me think about it. I couldn’t blame this on passion. Or seduction. I wanted this.

I wanted her.

She smiled when I looked up, holding her gaze as my tongue slipped into her.

The first taste was like I had come home. I shuddered. Everything was already well lubricated, slickness running down the crevices of her thighs. Moaning, I lapped the stray drops, enjoying the small movements of hips Lia did in response to my tongue.
 

I heard the click of a lock and Pamela came closer, practically leaning over Lia to get a view of the action. She started kissing Lia’s neck, shooting me a secret smile when Lia made an appreciative groan. Unreasonable jealousy filled me and I redoubled my efforts, trying out some of the tongue tricks she had used on me. Lia’s moans took on a deeper, serious timbre. She looked down at me, voice husky. “You’re a quick study.”

Time to put those eight hard earned lessons to work.

I grinned and flicked her clit with my tongue. When she arched her back I cupped my hands under her rear, angling her to me. I licked the spot under her opening and she sighed contently, the warmth of her, the heat drawing me closer. I took my time there, coaxing, occasionally dipping my tongue into the recess above. She watched me heavy–lidded, a small smile on her face.

She knew exactly what I was doing.
 

Pamela was moaning and playing with Lia’s breasts. She lifted one up, suckling it through the silky material.

Let her, I thought, I’m doing all the heavy lifting. I moved my attention to her entrance, keeping my chin firmly below it, pressing. My tongue circled inside, firm and consistent. I milled her, thrusting and circling – again and again and again, my tongue entering her. Fucking her. Her eyelids fluttered, hips moving with the strokes of my tongue. Thighs clenching my ears. She was delicious, every sigh, every shiver spurring me on. When she started to grip my shoulders I moved away, upwards, but placing my finger just inside, holding that spot that made her eyes widen and pulse quicken.

She was unbelievably sexy. I wanted her to climax on my tongue again, hear that noise, that throaty gasp that had me clenching. I wanted it to last longer, be deeper. I was desperate for it.
 

She was right; I did crave her taste.

I kissed her clit, just the barest brush of my wet lips and she arched her back into it, fingers twining my hair. Fuck, she was so close, pushing into me, the tension in her thighs rising. I surrounded her with my warm mouth, hearing her moan in anticipation, slid my tongue up the length of her sex, strumming it like a long guitar note. So good. God. So. Good.

She shuddered, hips rising. I played the note again, breathing in her scent. She was so wet. So fucking slick. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked in again, my tongue rolling, beckoning.

Her hips rose higher and higher…
 

“Meghan. Stop.”
 

In a fog I heard her call my name. I sat back on my heels in confusion. Did I hurt her? Had I done something wrong? She seemed to be enjoying herself.

“Pamela,” Lia murmured.

Pam smiled, sliding down Lia’s arm like a snake. She dipped her fingers between Lia’s legs, leaning overtop to lick her.

What. The. Fuck.

I sat there, pushed aside, one foot away from somebody else pleasuring the person I had just been extremely intimate with.
 

I was pissed. I was beyond pissed.
 

I glared at Lia and she watched me, regarding me with that stupid knowing smile of hers. She gave a laugh that ended with a gasp of pleasure, Pamela making an appreciative noise.

“Come here, Meghan. Please. “

Well, saying please was a new one. I stood. Reluctantly edged toward her.
 

“What?” I tried to ignore the noises happening below. Pamela had completely taken over the spot I had been in, only the moving top of her head visible.

Lia waited, watching me. “This chair can hold more than one person.”
 

“Is that so?” I said, my pulse beginning to quicken.

Her mouth twitched. “Indeed. It also reclines. Fully.”

I groaned, the implications hitting me hard. She laughed sexily. “Get up here.”

I cursed myself for wearing leggings, removing them as quickly as I could without falling. The way she watched me terrified me, excited me. It’s like the moment before you open a present from someone who knows you best.
 

And the gifts Lia bestows makes me lose my damn mind.

The “plain” black panties had proved to be no hindrance whatsoever. I slid them off, preparing to throw them on her desk when she held out her hand.

Okay? I gave them to her and she grinned, pressing a button under the chair’s arm.
 

“Come here.”
 

Well look at that, it does recline. I climbed on, pausing to kiss her... staying a little longer while she licked her juices from my mouth, my cheeks, tonguing the outlines of my lips.

Jesus, this woman.
 

On my way up she paused me, hand on my arm, “You’re a screamer, dear,” she said, and she stuffed the black panties in my mouth, giving my shocked ass a firm smack to get me moving. Everything she did drove me some combination of wild or crazy and I was positively dripping when I turned, lowering myself onto her face, my chest grazing her stomach. Panties in my mouth.

I had a courtside view of Pamela eating her out. From the groans echoing into me Lia was close to an orgasm. Very close.

A deeper electric shock went into me as I thought of Lia climaxing with her face buried inside me. I closed my eyes, every swipe of her tongue building the delicious pressure that made my hips push into her face.
 

Oh god. It was so good. Her mouth a national treasure.

I ground my clit harder into her face and she pulled me closer, fingers digging into my ass cheeks, deep moans increasing. Vibrations increasing.
 

I was sweating. We were both sweating and wet and my skin was slick, nipples hard against the softness of her stomach.
 

“Oh yes! Yes, there – right there.” I muffled over the wad of cloth in my mouth, my voice guttural and desperate. She had my clit in a chokehold, her tongue coiling around it, demanding penance.

Jesus Lia, don’t stop. It feels so good. How can it feel this good?

I wanted to wait for Lia to orgasm but I couldn’t, her magical tongue flicked the final note, pushing me over the edge.
 

So fucking good. My god Lia, how is it this good? I ground into her, hips rolling on her face as wave after wave of pleasure rocked me.

My orgasm must have triggered Lia, because she came seconds after I did, her noise throaty and deep, nearly crushing Pamela’s head between her powerful thighs. Pamela didn’t seem to mind, grinning as she finished Lia off.

The waves receded and I climbed down unsteadily, flopping onto the floor in exhaustion.
 

Holy Shit. Never had orgasms been this good. My god. I wouldn’t have been so picky with my partners if I knew they could be this good.

The object of my affection stood over me, looking glorious with her smeared face. Beautiful soft breasts hanging out, skirt leaving nothing to the imagination. Her fingers were buried in Pamela’s hair, whose eyes were closed, nearly purring with contentment.

This time when Lia smiled her teeth looked sharp, predatory.
 

I shivered. She wasn’t done with me, yet.
 

“Shall we shower, dears?”

Lia’s Story

I
don’t often loan my shower out, but these women deserved it, having labored so well in my office.

The obscured door on the interior wall clicked open when I pressed it, revealing a narrow hallway illuminated by dim floor lights. Zi discovered the unused restroom when she borrowed the building’s floorplan years ago. It used to be connected to the company gym but had been walled off and forgotten when the gym was relocated.

It was not difficult to have my office moved here, (you want the oddly shaped office all the way in the back? No problem. ), and Zi spent many hours renovating it to her exacting standards, slipping her crew in under one guise or another.

Meghan, of course, looked suddenly unsure of herself when I led her to the large open shower, her eyes flicking to the slatted wooden bench in the corner, the seven strategically placed shower heads, the shelves of oils and soaps.

The dizzying amount of handholds on the opposite wall…

I touched the control panel, turning the shower on full, liking the way she flinched when the hard spray rushed against the tile. Pamela headed past Meghan without a word, stepping into the warm water with a long, satisfied sigh. Another more heartfelt moan made my eyes cut to her and I followed her in, tracing the stream of water flowing down the small of her back. She arched and I kissed the curve of her neck, wrapping my arms around her. Steam made her languid and soft, bonelessly fitting into my embrace.
 

“Still hungry, Pamela?” I whispered, running my palm over the river of water running down her hip. She made a motion, a wiggle that had my hand slipping down the crack of her ass, parting her cheeks. She gripped the wall, shivering when I inserted the tip of a finger.

“Uh…” Meghan cleared her throat behind me. “I should go.”

I ignored her, letting my other hand slide across Pamela’s thigh and bury itself in the slickness I found. She cried out softly, leaning her face against the shower tile, grinding against my circling fingers.

Meghan made a greedy noise and I turned to her, fingers still deep inside Pamela. “Do you remember when I did this to you, Meghan?”

She nodded weakly, a gamut of emotions running through her face. I watched her internal struggle, tweaking Pamela’s clitoris to make her moans rise and echo.

Meghan shivered, looking away. Every fiber of her being wanted to join us in the shower. She waited for me to call her, disappointment showing in the set of her shoulder, the curved angle of her jaw when I did not.