The Muse (9 page)

“Poor Kate,” Erato purred. She dragged her lower half across Kate’s face, so that Kate’s tongue traveled the length of her sex before she settled back down in a new position. “She wants you in her ass.” Realizing where her mouth was now, Kate poked out her tongue and searched until she found the tight ring of muscle, flicking gently. Erato moaned. “Fuck her ass, Olive.”

The finger ceased its teasing and slipped inside her shockingly lubricated opening, deep inside, joining the steady, driving rhythm of Olive’s thrusts. The motion was so skillful and smooth that Kate barely felt the initial penetration, just the sensation of her pleasure rapidly expanding beyond the limits of her body. She curled her toes and focused on working her tongue as Erato resumed the motion of her hips, riding her with abandon. Between her legs, Olive’s hot mouth finally settled over her clit and sucked expertly. Kate’s thighs quaked, her climax near.

The pressure on her nipples eased, and then her breasts were left cold when Erato’s hands slid down over her abdomen. Already full of Olive’s fingers and utterly turned on by Erato’s dominant position, Kate nearly came undone at the sensation of Erato spreading her open for Olive’s benefit. Immediately Olive’s tongue brushed over a spot that made the muscles in Kate’s stomach jump and her legs twitch. Erato’s thighs trembled on either side of her face, indicating that she was just as close to the edge as Kate. With a groan, Erato raised up just long enough to allow Kate to gulp for air, then resumed her frantic rocking motion in an obvious last push to the finish.

Desperate to make Erato come before she was rendered boneless by the tsunami of her own release, Kate worked her tongue hard against the swollen clit in her mouth. She knew she was making progress when Erato’s movements became jerky and uncontrolled. Hoping Erato wouldn’t mind her bringing her hands into play, Kate grabbed her hips and held her in place as she worked on pushing her over the edge. With a breathy cry, Erato finally succumbed. She throbbed and convulsed and rewarded Kate with sweet, hot juices that made it clear just how good she’d made her feel. Kate wore a self-satisfied grin when Erato finally rolled off and collapsed beside her on the bed.

Without Erato above her, Kate was free to focus completely on the unbelievable pleasure Olive was creating with her lips and tongue and fingers. Her entire lower body was alive with sensation, hovering on the precipice of what promised to be a magnificent orgasm. And now a visual element had been added to the mix. As attracted to Olive as she’d been since the first moment she saw her, all it took was the freedom to enjoy a long, lingering look at her strong jaw working, her toned arm flexing, her eyes darkened with desire, and Kate was a goner. She grabbed the hand Erato offered and held on tight as Olive sent her flying apart.

She tried to ride out the wave for as long as possible. Her orgasm was so intense she forgot to breathe until Erato reminded her in an amused murmur, then took her hand to coach her through it. Olive never stopped what she was doing—never even seemed to lose focus—as Kate twisted this way and that, and clutched at Olive’s busy jaw, and finally, reluctantly, pushed her away.

It took her long, agonizing moments to remember her safe word. “Apple!”

Olive left her with a final kiss on her hypersensitive clit. Kate gasped, then inhaled sharply when the fingers in her pussy were slowly removed, followed by the lone digit that had been buried deep in her ass. Then Olive was slinking up her body, hard nipples dragging across Kate’s sweat-dampened skin. She settled firmly on top of her, claiming Kate’s mouth in a passionate kiss that carried her familiar flavor. Without letting go of Erato’s hand, she wrapped her free arm around Olive and kissed back eagerly.

Olive broke away with a contented murmur. She turned her head, grinned, then met Erato in a kiss far more tentative than the one they’d just shared. Kate lay back and studied their faces, turned on by the sight of her two stunning lovers exploring one another just above her. As much as she’d enjoyed the intensity of the sensory deprivation Erato had provided, now that she had her vision back, she had the overwhelming desire to
watch
. She slid her hands down Olive’s back until she cupped her ass, massaging her round cheeks as the kiss deepened. Olive surged against her, shifting so that Kate’s thigh nudged between her legs.

She was slick and scorching, and Kate wanted nothing more than to stare into her eyes the next time she came.

With that thought in mind, she gave Olive’s bottom a gentle swat. Whimpering, Olive pulled away from Erato and shot Kate a playful glare. Her hips told a different story than her eyes, flexing against her thigh. “What was that for?”

She wanted to say
Making me want to fuck you again,
but she was all too aware that poor Erato hadn’t yet been the center of attention. Because she was the one who’d made this encounter happen—who had, indeed, ended Kate’s wretched dry spell with a resounding bang—she deserved it. Kate raised her hand and traced the line of Erato’s jaw. “Shall we thank Erato for suggesting I go to that club tonight? I never would’ve gotten there myself.”

Erato wore an expression of genuine delight. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself. And I have a
very
good feeling about this book.”

Kate managed to refrain from rolling her eyes. Right now the book was the last thing on her mind. That said, a well-sexed Kate definitely wrote better than the self-starved version of herself. “I’m having a wonderful time,” she said. “And I appreciate your help, believe me.”

“I’m having a wonderful time, too.” Olive smiled warmly. She gave a subtle roll of her hips, seemingly unable to keep still. Kate took that as a signal that she needed to come again. “Considering that I’ve just crossed three items off my bucket list, I’m happy to thank Erato in whatever way she pleases.”

Inspiration struck. Kate helped guide Olive onto the mattress at her other side, leaving Kate sandwiched in the middle. Sitting, she planted a hand next to her hip and gazed down into Erato’s eyes. “Do you like toys?”

Olive clapped in a girlish burst of excitement, then instantly looked sheepish when both Erato and Kate turned to stare. “Sorry,” she said, sitting up to join Kate. “I
love
toys.”

“I do, too.” Erato nearly purred as she, too, sat up with a sensuous stretch. “Are you going to use one on me?”

“I’d like to.” They hadn’t played with anything other than their bodies earlier in the day. Thrilled that both her companions were so eager, Kate pointed at the dresser on Olive’s side of the bed. “I have a harness and two different dildos in there. And some lube.”

Olive scrambled to open the drawer, half-hanging off the bed as she searched its contents. “And a vibrator. And a bullet!”

Kate blushed at the recitation of her most personal collection. “I’m glad you’re excited.”

“You have no idea.” Olive passed both dildos over to Erato, who studied them each in turn with an expression of serious contemplation. “My ex
hated
toys. So much that she made me feel guilty for even suggesting we try them.”

Kate decided she didn’t care for Olive’s ex. She couldn’t imagine not wanting to indulge whatever fantasy it would take to make Olive happy—especially such an innocent one. Thrilled to be the one to help Olive explore this arena further, she let the leather harness dangle from her finger. “Do you want to wear it or should I?”

Olive bit her bottom lip. “Actually, I’d like to watch you use it.”

The naked desire behind Olive’s request was intoxicating. Unable to speak, Kate simply nodded. Clearing her throat, Erato held up the bigger of the two dildos. “Fuck me with this one.”

Olive grabbed the cock before Kate could. She sat back on her heels and beckoned Kate forward playfully. “Let me help you put it on.”

Kate got onto her knees and crawled to Olive, thrilled by the plain hunger in her eyes. “That’s very kind of you.”

“A purely selfish gesture, I promise.” Olive took the leather harness from her hand to help her into it, then fastened the straps carefully around Kate’s hips.

The mere act of being outfitted to fuck was so deeply erotic that Kate’s confidence surged. Emboldened, she brushed the back of her knuckles across the hard tip of Olive’s breast, delighted when the caress elicited a quiet inhalation. She met Olive’s gaze, unable to hold back her pride in having stirred a reaction. “Thank you,” she murmured.

Olive adjusted the cock so the base rested flush against her and tightened the harness. Then she wrapped her hand around the dildo and pantomimed jerking her off, pressing the silicone hard against her still-sensitive clit. “You can thank me later.” Before Kate could ask what exactly that meant, Olive turned to Erato. “Do you like it doggy style?”

“Ooh, I
love
it.” Erato got onto her hands and knees facing away from them, then lowered her torso to press flat against the mattress. The position left her open and exposed, and so very vulnerable. She wiggled her bottom provocatively, knees set apart on the bed and back arched in clear invitation. Her pussy was shiny and pink and practically begging for Kate to sink into its depths. Glancing back, she announced, “I’m ready.”

Kate checked Olive for a reaction to the absolutely pornographic sight in front of them. Wide-eyed, Olive glanced at her for what she assumed was the same reason. When Olive grinned broadly at the look on her face, Kate couldn’t help but do the same. Without thinking much about it, Kate snaked an arm around Olive’s middle and tugged her in for a lingering kiss. Then she patted Olive’s bottom and nodded at Erato. “Check to see if she’s
really
ready, will you?”

“Gladly.” Licking her lips, Olive tore her gaze away from Kate’s mouth with effort. She positioned herself behind Erato, then ran her fingertips through her sodden folds. Erato moaned quietly, then gasped when Olive penetrated her with two fingers. Kate watched the digits disappear into Erato again and again, transfixed by the display.

When Olive spoke, Kate had to shake her head and force herself to focus. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said she’s ready.” Olive withdrew her fingers, amusement dancing in her eyes. “If you are.”

“Very ready.” Kate waited until Olive moved to Erato’s side before she knelt behind her waiting body. Even as she tried her best not to let her confidence falter, she sent a quick plea to the universe to let her perform well. It had been years since the last time she’d played with a strap-on—and that time, she hadn’t even been the one wearing it. All she could do was hope she’d muddle through based on sheer will and desire to leave both Erato and Olive completely satisfied.

Kate took the cock in one hand and used the other to hold Erato open. She rubbed the tip of the dildo over her folds, pressing in, then pulling back, content to tease while she lined herself up and steeled her nerve. The light pressure of Olive’s hand against her lower back urged her forward, to carefully sink the first inch or so inside. Erato’s satisfied moan reassured her that she was more than receptive.

A buzzing sound broke the taut silence. Confused, Kate went still and glanced around for the source of the noise, then laughed when Olive held up her silver vibrating bullet. One thing was certain—she officially loved the way Olive thought. She waited until Olive slipped the toy beneath Erato before pushing farther in. Erato grabbed onto the pillow with both hands and buried her face to muffle her cries of pleasure. She twitched and convulsed under the ministrations of Olive’s busy arm, to the point where Kate had to grab her hips and drag her backward to remain inside. Olive pulled her hand away, releasing Erato from the sweet torment just long enough to allow Kate to drive the cock into her until she was buried to the hilt.

Erato cried out hoarsely. “Yes!”

Kate withdrew as slowly as she could manage, then plunged in again. She kept her thrusts measured and steady at first, too entranced by the sight of Erato wrapped around the thick shaft to rush. When Olive brought the bullet back to Erato’s clit, Kate had to once again tighten her grip to keep control. Erato jerked wildly at a particularly pleasurable pass of the vibrator, and Kate picked up the pace. She hastened the motion of her hips, absolutely loving the sight of Erato’s loss of control. She clawed at the pillow that muffled her cries and vibrated like she was about to explode. The knowledge that she and Olive together could bring this sexual goddess to her knees was potent and intoxicating and confidence-inspiring.

“Olive.” She waited until hooded eyes met hers. “Watch me fuck her.”

Olive lowered her gaze, then licked her lips. “I am.”

“Is this how you like to take it?” Electrified by the mild embarrassment her question seemed to elicit, Kate searched Olive’s face without slowing the motion of her hips. Erato moaned loudly, now rocking back to meet her thrusts. Raising an eyebrow, Kate glanced at the writhing body attached to hers, then back to Olive. “Hard like this?” She punctuated each word by driving herself inside so that her lower body audibly slapped against Erato’s.

It took Olive a moment to drag her attention back to Kate’s face. “I, uh…” Her embarrassment was clearly very real, and Kate faltered, wishing she hadn’t pushed. Color rose in Olive’s cheeks. “Actually, I’ve never, uh…”

“Oh.” Suddenly aware that she’d stopped moving—and that poor Erato was squirming in desperation—Kate resumed her thrusting. She studied Olive, trying to decide whether to ask the obvious question and risk making things awkward. “Because of the toy-hating ex, or…?”

Olive nodded vigorously. “Because of that.”

Erato pushed herself up onto her elbows and glanced over her shoulder. She gave Olive a playful wink even as her face contorted with pleasure on every stroke. “Would you care to join me? Kate really is quite good at this…it would be a wonderful first strap-on experience.”

Kate tried not to laugh at how very proper Erato managed to sound even while being pounded from behind. Instead she caressed Erato’s flank with every bit of the affection she felt for her in that moment, then checked Olive’s face. A shiver of anticipation went through her when she realized that Olive was going to say yes. She reached beneath Erato’s chest and palmed her breasts, teasing her nipples, suddenly eager for her to come. As though she had the same idea, Olive altered the rhythm of the hand between Erato’s thighs, making her cry out breathlessly.