FillingtheVoid (10 page)

“Ah. You’re home. Finally.” He exited the office. A few
quick strides brought him to her and he engulfed her in a tight hug. “You okay,
sugar? Mia said you passed out after you girls got done playing.”

“I needed sleep. That’s all.” Mention of Mia’s name reminded
Naomie to fire off a quick text about her safe arrival home. Once finished, she
tossed the phone in her purse and her purse toward the couch then gave Dane her
full attention. Thoughts of taking a shower fled as a more pressing longing
surfaced. “Don’t worry about it. Right now I need sex.” She hopped on him,
wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so her skirt
rode up and the wetness of her pussy drenched the front of his suit pants.

Dane cocked one eyebrow at her with a knowing smirk. “What’s
got you all hot and bothered? You’re not usually this horny after a day with
the girls. They didn’t do you right or something?”

“They did fine. But I want you.”

“Yeah, I know. You always get so grumpy when you don’t get
your morning fuck.”

“I did get a morning fuck but it wasn’t enough.”

Dane grinned at her. “Did you now? Anyone I know?”

She shook her head, not caring about the conversation. “I
don’t know. Have you met the gardener?”

“The gardener? Really?” He snorted in amusement. “Next I
suppose you’ll be going after the plumber?”

So she was a walking, talking cliché. Everyone needed to get
over it. “Less talk. More fucking.”

“Yes ma’am.” He gripped her ass, walking his fingers over
her cheeks toward her asshole. His grin faltered when he touched her puckered
opening. “Where’s your plug?”

“You forgot it.”

“No, I—”

“Yes, you did. You gave me a little pussy tickle and then
left. No plug.” She shifted against him, enjoying the rasp of fabric against
her slit. “Dane, can we talk about this later?”

“Well that explains it then. If they played with this hole,”
he passed the pad of one finger over her asshole, drawing a loud moan from her,
“and didn’t do it right, you’re probably ready to explode.”

“Yes. Yes. Oh, Big D, yes. Help me.” She rained kisses over
his neck and chin and rubbed her clit over his covered erection. “I want your
dick so bad.”

“I can tell. But not like this.” He tapped her thighs.
“Down.”

Naomie pouted at him and tightened her hold.

“Come on, Naomie, let go. How else am I going to give your
lovely ass the attention it craves with you wrapped around me like this?” He
pressed one finger against her hole and grinned at her whole-body shiver. “You
know this position won’t satisfy you the way you want.”

He was right. It took a few seconds to relay that message to
the rest of her body. She let her legs go loose so she could drop back to the
floor. She trembled with excitement. It wouldn’t take much to get her off. But
a quick release wasn’t what she needed. She’d had enough of those already.

What she needed was the deep, fulfilling satisfaction only
Dane could give her.

He urged her over to the kitchen island, the place where she
had stood fingering her pussy earlier as she watched Jaime working. Dane
missing the usual morning interlude had set the pace for the rest of the day
and that pace hadn’t been a good one. Naomie’s all-consuming urge to fuck hard
and fast was the proof. Dane had already said it—a day with the girls shouldn’t
have left her feeling this hard up.

She needed Dane in the morning. Even if Jaime was returning
every day that week, Naomie had to find a way to fit in a quickie with Dane’s
new schedule or this situation might repeat again tomorrow. As much as she
loved sex, she didn’t like this overwhelming need that superseded everything
else.

They should be in the kitchen having dinner, not fucking.
Naomie was hungry but she was horny more.

Dane bent her over the kitchen island with her breasts
slipping free of her top and resting on the cool tile, nudged her feet apart so
she opened her legs, and grasped her ass cheeks. He spread her wide as he
crouched behind her.

A low whistle left his lips. “You are soaked, sugar. You
must have driven home in a puddle.”

“I don’t need you to state the obvious, Big D.”

“No, you need me to stuff this cute little hole until you
scream my name.”

“Yes. Oh yes.” That simple description of how events would
unfold had her rocking and humping air. A thin line of moisture escaped her
pussy but that wasn’t where she wanted him.

He laid his lips against her tailbone and she whimpered loud
with need and anticipation. But he didn’t lick her, didn’t trail his hot tongue
over her asshole to prepare her for the eventual intrusion of his dick.

Dane moved up her body, placing light kisses over her back
as he went. He rubbed his face over her shoulders, inhaling loud and long, then
let out an animal sound of lust as he nipped her earlobe. “God, whatever
perfume this is, you need to wear it more often. You smell so deliciously
fuckable.”

He curved his arm around her waist and hooked his two middle
fingers inside her pussy so he hit the sweet spot while rubbing his thumb over
her clit. Loud, wanting mewls left her. She rolled her hips while pressing back
against the bulge in his pants.

Dane cupped her left breast and started turning her nipple
ring, shifting the metal through the piercing. When it reached the ball, he
turned it the other direction. Back and forth, back and forth—teasing her
nipple in a way only he thought to do because he knew it drove her wild. The
sensation went from her breast straight to her pussy, flooding her channel with
liquid need that Dane churned as he continued tempting her toward orgasm.

“So good.” He thrust forward, grinding his erection against
her lower back. “So fucking good.” More sniffing followed by licking. “I’m
ready to come just from smelling you. I love this perfume.”

“It’s… It’s…” She was breathing too hard to get her sentence
out. Concentrating hard, she said, “‘Eau de girl talk’.”

“I don’t care what it costs. Get a whole fucking case. I
want to drench you in it while I fuck you silly,” he rumbled as he moved the
fingers in her pussy faster.

Naomie orgasmed. “Dane! Dane! Please. Oh please. Yes.
Please.” She screamed his name and begged for more. This wasn’t what she wanted
but it was a great preliminary.

The doorbell rang.

“Fuck!” Dane took his hands from Naomie and backed up a
step. “I swear to God if that’s one of our neighbors complaining about noise,
I’ll fucking kick his ass. A man should be allowed to fuck his wife in his own
fucking home in fucking peace, goddamn it.”

While Naomie agreed with the sentiment, she didn’t show it
or contribute to Dane’s tirade. One of them had to be civil while answering the
door. She pulled her skirt back into place and made sure her top covered her
breasts then walked to the front door. A quick glance through the peephole
showed Jaime standing on the porch.

What was he doing here? He’d said he would come early but
the night before was pushing it just a bit. Naomie knew she was good—Dane’s
continued under-breath cursing at the interruption was testament—however,
overeagerness was a strike against Jaime.

She shook her head. With her hand on one hip and her weight
shifted to the side, she opened the door. “I didn’t expect you until morning,
Jaime.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I couldn’t wait that long. I…uh…I…” He
swallowed loudly, looking down her body to her parted thighs, the insides of
which were drenched due to Dane’s teasing and her recent orgasm.

Naomie could almost see the motion travel down his throat
and torso to land in his pants, where his dick sprang to attention, pointing at
her parted legs as if to say “full-steam ahead”. She smiled at his honest
reaction. The time for play had ended though. She wanted her husband. To have
her husband, she needed to get rid of Jaime.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face, making him
jerk back and look at her face. “Hi.”

“Hi. Uh…” He shook his head. “Shit. Sorry. The check. I
didn’t get the check.”

“Oh! Crap. I’m sorry.” She stepped back and gestured him
into the house. “You didn’t get in trouble, did you?”

Jaime entered, appearing nervous and out of place. That
might have been because of Dane glaring at him from across the room. Jaime
said, “No, I didn’t get in trouble. I told the boss I forgot the check in my
other pants at home and I would bring it in the morning, which is why I’m here
now since it would be weird if I show up to get my gear and don’t have the
check.”

“I totally understand and I meant to give you the check
after we finished talking about the landscaping.”

“Talking. Yeah.” He stole a glance at Dane before looking at
the floor.

Naomie knew why he was nervous. The imp in her decided to
tease him a little. She wanted to see him squirm. She hooked arms with him—he
startled and appeared panicked—and pulled him over to Dane. “You’ve met my
husband before, right, Jaime? I’m not sure if I ever introduced you two.”

Jaime said, “I’ve se-seen…uh…seen him around. You
know…fro-from a distance.”

Distance, huh? Naomie would bet Jaime wanted that distance
between them now. Dane was taller and had more muscles than Jaime. Dane was
also a possessive alpha male who wanted to fuck his bitch, not watch her cuddle
up to her boy toy. Her imp cackled evilly as she said, “Jaime, Dane, my
husband. Dane, Jaime the gardener. Now you’ve met. You two play nice. I’ll go
get the check. I don’t even think I wrote it out yet.”

That was a lie. The check was sitting on the computer desk.
Dane had been in the office when she arrived home. He would have seen it next
to the mouse but he didn’t say anything. There was a subtle shift in his mood—from
annoyance to mischief—though his expression didn’t change.

There was a reason she’d married Dane and this was it. They
were the same kind of person, which meant they understood each other the best.
Without communicating, they had decided to torment Jaime together.

Naomie flounced away, putting an extra swing in her step.
She’d barely crossed the office doorway and gotten out of sight before Dane
said, “So I hear you fucked my wife.”

“What!” Jaime’s voice cracked on the high-pitched question.

“You heard me. You fucked my wife. In my house. While I was
at work.”

“I—she—it—that—what? Oh shit. Man, that’s—I mean she—what?
Oh fuck.”

“Yes, we’re talking about fucking—you and
my
wife.
Your dick in her pussy. In
my
house.”

Jaime’s reply was a bunch of incoherent sounds that could
have been words if he’d figured out which ones he wanted to say first and in
what order.

Naomie had to slap her hands over her mouth to keep from
laughing out loud. Jaime sounded as though he was ready to piss himself. She
wished she could see his face. He probably wore the
cornered-rabbit-in-the-wolf’s-den look well. Just imagining it had her pussy
throbbing. She fingered her clit. Pulling her top out of the way, she rubbed
her taut nipples against the woven wallpaper. The sound of Jaime’s fear was
getting her off in a way she didn’t want to analyze.

If the jealous-husband-confronting-the-lover routine got her
this hot all the time, she and Dane would have to do it more often. Not as
role-play. That didn’t have the same spark of reality, the same impact as
someone afraid for his well-being.

But Naomie and Dane had played long enough. Too much more
and Naomie would have to find a new gardener. She snatched up the check.
Turning to the door, she debated fixing her clothes—her skirt had shifted up to
her waist again and her top was askew, showing her breasts. She decided to
leave it.

She exited the office, headed straight for Jaime. He stared
at her with wide deer-caught-in-headlights eyes. And like a deer, he stayed
frozen as she ran into him, pressing her breasts against his chest and looping
one leg around his waist. She circled her hips so her pussy juices coated the
front of his pants.

Jaime came back to himself with a start and tried to back
up. Naomie tightened her leg and hugged his shoulders. Behind her, Dane molded
his front to her back.

He caressed her raised thigh from knee to pussy and back
again. To Jaime, he said, “Just fucking with you.”

“What? What? What?”

At least Jaime had figured out how to talk again. Naomie
kissed his chin. When he looked down at her, perplexed and disbelieving, she
ran her tongue over his lips. He started to talk and she took his open mouth as
an invitation to kiss him, exploring him with her tongue the way she hadn’t
that morning.

Jaime pulled back from the kiss. He put his hand over
Naomie’s face as a way to ward her off. She settled on licking his fingers one
at a time. He shook his hand away from her as he stared from her to Dane. “What
the fuck is going on?”

Dane said in an amused tone, “You took care of my wife this
morning. Thanks. I had to leave early and didn’t have time to do her. She gets
really bitchy for the rest of the day if she doesn’t get laid in the morning. I
owe you one.”

“Owe me one.” Jaime parroted the words as if he didn’t
understand their meaning.

Naomie said, “You’re going to owe him more than one. He’s
stopping by every morning for the rest of the week to make sure I have good
days while you’re doing overtime.” She kissed Jaime’s chin. “In fact he’s even
bringing a friend.”

“A friend. Good. You like threesomes.” Dane slid his hand up
the underside of Naomie’s thigh until the pad of his thumb nudged her asshole,
which he rubbed in lazy circles. She whimpered and thrust against Jaime’s
jean-clad arousal—an arousal that had reawakened once Naomie grabbed him.

Jaime asked, “Are you two for real? You’re really okay with
her fucking me?”

Dane nodded. “Yeah. So long as you and your friend stay away
from her ass—that’s exclusively mine—and you get her off, you can do what you
want.”