The Muse (8 page)

Olive clawed the bedding at her sides. Her chest heaved. “Please, yes.”

Erato put a hand on each of Olive’s inner thighs and pushed her legs apart as far as possible. Enjoying the look of surprise on Olive’s face, Kate crawled between her open legs and lay on her stomach. The view was breathtaking. Erato’s long fingers moved inward, sliding over the dark, swollen labia to carefully spread Olive open so Kate could gaze upon her. Wetness poured out of her shiny pink opening, and the hood concealing her clit stood erect, begging for a kiss.

Kate wasn’t about to deny her. She brought her mouth as close to Olive’s pussy as she could get without touching, then simply breathed in and out until her hips began to squirm within Erato’s grasp. Pleased by the shameless eagerness on display, Kate lifted her gaze and smirked at Erato.

Her muse gave her a mildly scolding smile. “Give the poor girl what she so clearly needs.”

Kate parted her lips and planted a wet, lingering kiss on Olive’s labia. The hips beneath Erato’s hands jumped, smearing hot juices all over Kate’s cheeks and chin. Like that, her restraint snapped. She slid her hands under Olive’s buttocks and gripped her firmly as she buried her face in her pussy and began to explore everything her tongue could reach.

“Oh, God.” Olive whimpered. Her hand found its way back into Kate’s hair, gripping hard. “Don’t stop.”

The catch in Olive’s voice hinted that she was already approaching her climax, though Kate couldn’t imagine how that was possible. She’d just begun. Backing off slightly, she traced the tip of her tongue in wide circles around Olive’s clit, coaxing it to stand tall and proud. Awed by the way she could wrap her lips around it and get an actual mouthful of throbbing, engorged flesh, she spent long, blissful moments sucking her off before pulling back with a happy groan. She kissed Erato’s fingers, which still held Olive open. “Suck her clit for me, will you?”

“With pleasure.” Without changing position, Erato bent and took Olive’s erect clit between her lips, very carefully working her mouth along the shaft as though it were a miniature cock.

Not content to simply watch, Kate reached between Olive’s legs and swiped her fingers through her wetness. She made sure to brush against her entrance, studying her face for a reaction. Olive’s mouth hung open and her eyebrows were furrowed. At the touch of Kate’s finger to her opening, the corners of her mouth turned up and she rolled her hips, giving the sensual appearance that she was fucking Erato’s mouth.

Cautious, Kate said, “Do you want me inside you?”

Olive arched her back and moaned, then spread her legs impossibly wider. “Please give me your fingers, Kate.” Her nostrils flared as Erato bobbed up and down on her clit. “
Please
.”

Heady with power, Kate traced two fingertips around Olive’s opening. She dipped in, barely, noting the way Olive held her breath. Her fingers were tangled in Erato’s hair now, and her thighs quivered around Kate’s hand. She was clearly primed to explode. Kate crawled up Olive’s body without moving her fingers, eager to watch her face when she finally pushed all the way inside.

Olive reached out with her free hand and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Kate flexed her fingers as she kissed back, delighting in the velvety liquid heat beneath her. She moved her thumb and found Erato’s jaw just inches away from her hand, the muscles working as she kept up her oral worship. Wanting to be the one to push Olive over, Kate broke their kiss and stared into unfocused brown eyes as she penetrated her as deeply—and as slowly—as she could.

Voice cracking, Olive released a deep-throated moan that seemed to reverberate throughout her entire body. When Kate curled her fingers upward and stroked with purpose, her lower half quaked, nearly dislodging Erato from her task. Erato’s giggle elicited a quiet chuckle from Kate and a breathy apology from Olive.

Kate shook her head, kissing the corner of Olive’s mouth. “Don’t be sorry.” She twisted her fingers, delighted by the way Olive couldn’t seem to control the motion of her limbs. “Just let go.”

She glanced down the length of Olive’s body, beyond aroused to find Erato staring back at her. Cheeks shiny with juices, Erato angled her face so Kate could have a better view. Having received the best head of her life mere hours ago from that same pretty mouth, she had a very good idea of what Olive was feeling, a thought that drove her wild. She wanted nothing more than to add to the pleasure, so she bent to Olive’s chest and laved a turgid nipple with the flat of her tongue. Olive’s free hand flew to her head and tangled in her hair, trapping her in place just as she had with Erato. Pleased by the way Olive rocked her hips to move up and down on her fingers, Kate increased the speed and force of her thrusts, eager to make her climax.

She no longer wanted to draw things out. She wanted to make Olive come undone.

It took less than a minute more. Kate bit down on her nipple, curled her fingers, rubbed hard. Erato’s hand flattened against Olive’s abdomen, keeping her still as she buried her face in her pussy. Olive’s limbs trembled and twitched and thrashed, until finally she threw her head back and yelled that she was coming. Kate didn’t need to be told—she felt every contraction, every spasm, around her fingers, which didn’t stop moving until Olive pleaded for mercy in a raw, hoarse voice. Kate stilled her hand and lifted her head from Olive’s breast, touched by the sight of their guest gasping for air while tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Kate removed her fingers, careful to go slow and easy, and stretched out alongside Olive. Erato mirrored her action, closing her eyes as she kissed Olive’s shoulder. Concerned by the emotion on display, Kate brought her lips to Olive’s cheek and sampled the salty moisture there with the tip of her tongue. When she pulled away, she was relieved to see that Olive’s gorgeous, sunny smile had returned.

“So do you feel good?” Kate murmured.

Nodding, Olive curled her hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a lingering kiss. Then she drew away and reached for Erato, giving her a somewhat briefer kiss. “I feel
wonderful
.” She raised her hands over her head and stretched, then sighed happily before looking between Erato and Kate with a playful grin. “Now who do I thank first?”

Erato got onto her knees. “We ought to take care of poor Kate, I think. This
is
her fantasy, after all.”

Olive also got onto her knees, crawling around Kate’s other side to put her in the middle. She snaked her arm around Kate’s waist as they shifted position and brought her mouth to her ear. “I was hoping she’d say that.” Her free hand trailed between Kate’s legs, gliding wetly over her trimmed curls and swollen labia. “Because I can’t wait to fuck you as good as you just fucked me.”

Kate nearly tipped over when Olive released her. Instead, she sagged against Erato, who quickly maneuvered her so she was flat on her back in the center of the mattress, hands pinned over her head. Kate’s stomach flip-flopped excitedly at the forceful move and at the reality of being at the mercy of two gorgeous, horny women.

Erato bent and took her bottom lip between her teeth, then soothed the bruised skin with her tongue. “Your safe word is apple.”

The introduction of a safe word—and a familiar one, at that—made Kate’s breath catch. She wouldn’t have thought it possible to be any more excited than she already was, but apparently she’d have been wrong. The knowing glint in Erato’s eye confirmed just how easily her muse could read her. Kate nodded. “Okay.”

Erato released her hands with a stern look of warning to keep them in place. She trailed her right hand down the inside of Kate’s arm, to her shoulder, until finally she gripped her throat loosely. Then she looked over to Olive, whose mouth hung agape. “Have you read any of Kate’s work?”

Olive shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“I highly recommend it. She really has a marvelous way with words.” Erato slid her hand down Kate’s throat, between her breasts, between her thighs. “And her stories are rather revealing, I dare say. It’s nice to know exactly what Kate wants, even if she’s reluctant to ask for it.”

Before Kate could wonder what that meant, specifically, Erato had planted her knees on either side of Kate’s head. Not only did the position leave little doubt about her intentions, but it also made her choice of a safe word startlingly clear. Erato meant to reenact a threesome love scene from one of her early novels, in which the protagonist was made to pleasure one face-sitting lover while another forced her to orgasm again and again. Like many of the sex scenes she wrote, this one had started as a fantasy. In fact, it might have been the very fantasy behind her suggestion to try a threesome tonight.

Kate licked her lips, breathing hard as she stared at Erato’s aroused sex hovering inches above her face. The thought of being smothered by that slick, fragrant flesh, of being rendered immobile and at the mercy of whatever Olive might want to do to her, made her so light-headed she couldn’t speak. Her characters always talked during sex. A lot, actually. Yet in this position, with Olive pushing her thighs apart and settling between them, she couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Erato seized Kate’s chin. “I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to suck my pussy. Understand?”

It could have been a line from one of her books. Most likely it was.

Nodding, Kate looked down the length of her body and found Olive staring back. She wrapped her arms around Kate’s thighs, an almost predatory grin curling her lips. “I’ll just enjoy myself down here, if you don’t mind.”

Kate finally found her voice. “I don’t.”

Erato tightened her grip on her chin. “And Kate, I really want to
feel
you using your tongue. Please acknowledge that you understand.”

“I do.” Between her legs, soft lips pressed against her labia in a sensual kiss. Kate tipped back her head to moan only to receive a mouthful of Erato, who was wet and swollen and so very responsive to the first tentative swipe of her tongue. With her head supported on a pillow, Kate felt comfortable as Erato settled her weight entirely on her face. She battled a slight moment of panic at being rendered so totally helpless, and by the way she was forced to moderate her breathing, but the sensation of Olive’s fingers and tongue exploring every inch of her sex helped distract her from the mildly claustrophobic experience of being sat upon. Eager to please Erato, she focused on licking and sucking the silky, sweet flesh in her mouth.

“In a moment I’m going to lift myself up.” She assumed it was Erato’s hands that caressed her breasts, then twisted her nipples until she moaned—but not knowing for sure was an incredible turn-on. “I want you to take a moment to breathe, and then you’re going right back to work. Got it?”

Kate nodded and mumbled her agreement into Erato’s wetness. When Erato rose onto her knees, she gulped for air and raised her head, desperate to take in the sight of Olive licking her pussy. As though she also knew exactly what Kate wanted without needing to be told, Olive shot her the same breathtaking smile that had entranced her at the bar, used both hands to spread her open, then very deliberately lapped her clit so Kate could see every last detail down to the string of wetness that connected her to Olive’s tongue.

Knowing she was about to be silenced again, Kate locked eyes with Olive. She said only one word. “
Yes.
”

“All right,” Erato purred. She lowered her body so her labia brushed against Kate’s nose, then rocked her hips, painting her cheeks and chin with her wetness. “Get back to it.” She settled her weight down again, so Kate had no choice but to lie back and do as she said.

A long finger slid into her, momentarily disrupting the rhythm of her tongue on Erato’s clit. Both her nipples were pinched, then tugged, which she took as an admonishment not to abandon her work. But it was so difficult to focus, especially when a second finger joined the first and Olive’s hot mouth engaged in a passionate kiss that threatened to bring her to orgasm already. Eyes squeezed shut, she worked her tongue in a furious attempt to keep up with the motion of Erato’s hips. Her thighs trembled as the thrusts inside her increased in speed and depth. The pressure on her nipples also increased, causing her to cry out in pleasure-pain.

“You should see Olive right now. So beautiful with your pussy in her mouth.” Erato’s voice cut through her haze, the words jolting her with their eroticism. She was almost positive she could feel Olive smile against her. “In fact, take a look…and a quick break.”

Cool air rushed over her face and she inhaled it greedily, aware for the first time of the slick juices that covered her cheeks. Worried that she wouldn’t have much time to enjoy the sight of Olive fucking her so well, she lifted her head and sought out the woman between her legs. Olive gazed back at her, full of impish pleasure. Her fingers curled and moved faster, so that her knuckles slapped rhythmically against Kate’s ass with each thrust. Kate dropped her head back onto the pillow and wiggled her hips, trying to meet Olive stroke for stroke.

Still hovering over her face, Erato played with her nipples as she watched. “How does she taste?” she asked Olive.

“Yummy.” Olive shot her a playful wink, barely missing a beat. Her tongue went back to its exploration of her clit, and another of her fingers slipped down the crack of her ass to rest gently on her anus. Olive quirked an eyebrow, circling the fingertip cautiously around her tight opening. The unspoken question hung between them.

Kate didn’t hesitate to nod her consent. Everything Olive was doing felt incredible and yet it wasn’t nearly enough. What was missing was the sensation of being taken completely, and she was so grateful that Olive seemed to know exactly what she needed. “Fuck me.”

“That’s enough of a rest, I think.” Erato lowered her hips a few inches, until Kate willingly lay back on the pillow. “Time to get me off.”

Olive continued to tease her with just the hint of anal penetration as she attacked Erato’s pussy with renewed vigor. Kate focused her efforts on sucking the distended clit in her mouth, hopeful that Olive would reward her for bringing Erato to orgasm by finally delivering the oblivion she’d been promising for what was starting to feel like forever. The tongue and fingers on and within her never ceased their pleasuring, even as that one, lone fingertip continued to toy with her slippery anus, all innuendo and no payoff. Kate grunted in frustration, triggering an amused giggle from the woman who sat on her face.