OvercomingtheNeed (8 page)

Clay breathed shallowly as he released Naomie’s wrist.
“Ca-can we talk about this?”

Naomie said, “You’ll like it. I promise. Everyone should try
something new once.” She rubbed her finger over his asshole. He clenched, not
letting her do much more than that. “Now, now. Don’t be shy.”

Mia brought her teeth together a little more while swiping
her tongue over his tip.

Clay panted with a pleading whimper.

Mia pulled back her teeth and started sucking him. She
gripped his sac, tugging and squeezing it.

Naomie continued circling her finger around his hole. She
licked his base and then kissed his hip. “Don’t you want to play with me,
Clay?”

He relaxed but still acted apprehensive.

Naomie smiled up at him. She licked her tongue over his
length as Mia was on the down stroke. She met Mia’s mouth and Mia backed off so
they could kiss around Clay’s crown. His dick jumped between them. Meanwhile
Naomie edged the tip of her finger into his hole.

He tensed up but a little ball juggling got him to relax
again.

Naomie went a little farther. She wiggled her finger to
loosen things up and to show Clay it didn’t hurt. This wasn’t an exam. It was
foreplay and she was good at it.

A surprised, pleasured moan left Clay’s lips.

Naomie smiled and started licking her side of Clay’s shaft.
Mia moved to the other side. They ran their tongues over each other every now
and again as they polished his length.

Another little wiggle and Naomie had her finger up to the
second knuckle inside Clay’s asshole. He clenched around her and grunted while
balling his fists. She would show him in a second that this was as fun as what
Mia and she were doing to his dick.

She rubbed her finger one way and then the other. She knew
the moment she found the spot she wanted because Clay’s erection got harder and
he jerked with a surprised cry.

Naomie purred, “There we go.” She rubbed against the spot
and enjoyed the way Clay bucked in response. “I told you it feels good.”

He nodded quickly. “Re-re-real good. Wow.” He let his head
fall back against the wall. “Damn good.”

Clay thrust and rubbed his dick between Naomie’s and Mia’s
mouths while making high-pitched animal sounds of pleasure. The more Naomie
rubbed his hole, the faster he moved until he let out a loud shout with his
hips jutted forward.

Naomie continued rubbing him inside while she and Mia sucked
at his shaft. Clay spilled himself inside the condom, filling the tip until it
sagged under the weight.

“That’s it, baby. Let it all out,” Naomie crooned in a tone
usually reserved for motivating children.

Clay didn’t seem to notice or mind if he did. He shook and
his voice warbled as he strained forward, trying to get out those last drops.

Naomie eased her finger free, still making encouraging
noises, and Mia backed up. Clay sagged against the wall with an amazed
expression.

“Was that payment enough?” Naomie asked innocently.

Clay nodded slowly. “Uh huh.”

“Good. Remember to send the pictures to the email addresses
we gave you.”

“Uh huh.”

“We’ll see our way out.”

“Uh huh.”

Naomie and Mia giggled at each other as they dressed and
gathered their things. Clay didn’t move from his spot or stop staring at the
ceiling the entire time. They visited the employee restroom to wash their
hands, which led to more giggling.

Mia asked, “You think he’ll do another session with the
company camera next time we’re at the mall? I would really like to see your
pussy in sepia tones.”

“I am sepia tones, you nut.” Naomie flicked water at her.

Mia squeaked and dodged. “But that means the wash would
accent you.”

“Let’s go. We are not using the company camera. Those
pictures get stored somewhere that would get Clay in trouble. Us too if they
figured out who we are.”

They walked arm in arm to the front door. Clay would have to
lock up again—or not—when he snapped out of his stupor.

Mia said, “Let’s go pick out those sweatpants you wanted.”

Good thing Mia said something because Naomie had forgotten
about the sweatpants. Good sex always played havoc with her memory. Sometimes
she forgot to get dressed afterward, which annoyed—or maybe aroused—the few
neighbors who had gotten an eyeful when she opened the door in her state of
undress. A nap was the best cure but not an option while at the mall. Her nap
was waiting at home for her with Dane curled around her.

Naomie grinned. She couldn’t wait to see how Dane reacted to
the sweatpants. She knew what he would say about the swimsuit. The same thing
he said about all Naomie’s clothes—it looked good but it looked better while he
was taking it off. She didn’t think the sweatpants would get the same response.
It would be disappointing if they did.

She would find out for sure on Saturday. First she had to
convince Dane to let her out of the house after showing him her new swimsuit.
Knowing her man, they would be arriving to the party late so he could decide the
best angle for viewing the swimsuit while her pussy was wrapped around his
dick.

For a Party

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Luke called to the
crowd milling around his heated outdoor pool, which was the only way he could hold
a pool party this early in the year.

The majority of his guests looked his way and several
yelled, “Naomie.”

She smiled big. “Hi hi.”

Dane grumbled low, “Sometimes I hate how popular you are.”

“I love you, Big D.”

“Uh huh. Now I see why you brought those cookies this
morning.”

“I did that to get a quickie in your office. If you want to
see it as paying it forward, we can do that too. But I figured letting you have
the first round with my new swimsuit was payment enough.”

He smacked her ass and then gripped it with a strong
squeeze. “Don’t play too much.”

“I won’t.” Naomie raised up on tiptoe so she could kiss his
chin.

Luke said, “Oh let her have fun, Dane. Most everyone here
knows her and they’ve been looking forward to this.” He looked over Dane’s bare-chested,
board-short-clad body with an appreciative eye. “I have too.”

Naomie pulled away from Dane so she could hug Luke’s arm.
Toned muscle with no fat flexed beneath her fingers. Luke’s hyper metabolism
meant he couldn’t gain weight to save his life. Seriously. One bad bout of
sickness would take him out, and he wasn’t a fan of cold either, hence he’d
bought a house that came with a heated pool.

What Luke lacked in weight, he made up for in muscle. Luke
was tight and ripped. He was the type women wrote off as too skinny until he
took his shirt off and then he had everyone’s attention. Naomie was no
exception. Light tan, mesmerizing sea-blue eyes, boy-next-door looks and fluffy
brown hair cut short so it framed his face—Luke was stunning. Seeing him wearing
nothing but swim trunks made Naomie want to throw him to the ground and have
her way with him. If he weren’t men-only, she might have.

She said, “I take it from the twinkle in your eye Damon said
yes.”

Luke’s grin got bigger. “He took some convincing but yeah.”

“Good, because neither of us could figure out what to get
you for a housewarming gift, so that is perfect.”

“I’ve always thought of Dane as God’s gift.”

“Funny. He thinks the same thing.” She winked at her
husband, who flicked her off. “You already had that. If you want more, you have
to wait until after the party.”

Dane chuckled.

Luke said as he tapped Naomie’s nose, “That means you still
need to get me something.”

She pouted. “Oh poo. Well it’s going to be late then.”

“This is you we’re talking about, Naomie. When have you ever
given a gift on time?”

Dane said, “She’s never late for my birthday or our
anniversary. Hell, she was even early last Christmas.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “When has she ever given a gift on
time that didn’t involve sex?”

“Oh, in that case, yeah. You’re totally right.”

Naomie stuck her tongue out at them. “Anyway. Where’s
Damon?”

Luke gestured to the house. “Mixing drinks in the kitchen.
Come on. I’ll show you around then you can throw yourself to the lions.”

Naomie looked at the many people staring at her. Except for
Arisa and Fred, who were heading over, she would have pegged the guests for
hyenas from the way they watched her and bided their time, waiting to pounce.
They wouldn’t so long as Dane was standing next to her. Everyone knew Dane
shared but no one liked to test the theory where he could see.

Dane grunted and the people closest to them backed up a
step. He smirked. If anyone was a lion, it was him. And like any lion
protecting his pride, his impressive stature kept the hyenas at bay.

Naomie smacked his stomach. “Stop intimidating everyone or
no one will want to play with me.”

“Good.”

“Dane.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” He turned his attention to Arisa and Fred.
“Speaking of…”

Arisa hugged Naomie and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Hi, baby doll. Late as usual.”

Naomie said, “It was Dane’s fault.”

Fred nudged a finger against Naomie’s right nipple. “I think
it was yours and this swimsuit. It’s practically see-through.”

“Get me wet and it’ll be totally see-through.” Naomie
winked.

“If you insist.” Fred grabbed Naomie’s hand and said to
Dane, “We’ll be confiscating her. Thanks.” She started leading Naomie to the
pool before Dane could respond.

Naomie waved over her shoulder at him. “Bye, Big D.”

Dane heaved a breath and shook his head as he waved back. To
Luke, he said, “Lead on.”

Luke said in an amused tone, “No point getting bent out of
shape about it. You knew this would happen when you decided to put her in a
swimsuit and bring her to a pool party.”

“This would happen if I put her in a burlap sack and took
her to a…”

Naomie didn’t catch the last part because Dane and Luke
moved out of earshot as they headed into the house. It didn’t matter what he
said because the outcome was always the same. No matter where Naomie went or
what she wore, someone was going to want to have sex with her. It was up to her
to decide whether that someone would get the chance or not.

She was proud of the harem she’d amassed for herself.
Looking over the crowd of guests, she saw quite a few of her regulars. That was
mostly because they worked with Arisa at her bakery and Naomie had spent a few
weeks helping out there—both making cakes and being decorated as one…or two…or
seven.

Naomie asked, “How many cakes have I been?”

Arisa snorted. “That question is out of left field.”

“Not really. Most of the people who decorated me are here.
It brought up fond memories and I realized I lost track.”

“I have to think about that.” Arisa frowned a little,
probably trying to remember.

Fred asked, “Cakes? Arisa put icing on that delicious body
of yours and I wasn’t asked to partake? What the hell, cookie?”

Arisa started to say something but Naomie patted Fred’s hand
in a soothing manner and said, “Easy, Fred. That was before you joined the
fun.”

“Still.” Fred sniffed and gave an offhand shrug. “I would
have liked some cake.”

“You don’t like sweets, remember?”

“I don’t go out of my way to eat them but I don’t turn them
down either.” Fred drew Naomie against her chest, pressing their breasts
against each other, and said close to Naomie’s lips, “Especially when that cake
is you.”

Naomie leaned close to start the kiss she knew was coming.
Fred didn’t disappoint. She swept her tongue over Naomie’s several times and
nibbled at Naomie’s bottom lip while kneading Naomie’s ass. Fred’s motions took
her hands beneath the seam of Naomie’s swimsuit, where she parted Naomie’s ass
cheeks as she walked her fingers between them.

Fred broke from the kiss and sucked her teeth. “Damn it.”
She nudged Naomie’s anal plug with an expression of disgust. “Always in the
way.”

Arisa said with pity, “I don’t know why you keep getting
your hopes up.”

“Truly.” Naomie wiggled in Fred’s hands. “You know Dane
isn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He especially won’t when he knows
we’re attending a party where you’ll be.”

“Asshole.”

“Exactly. He knows you want it, which is why he was sure to
plug it.” Naomie leaned in close and said in a husky whisper, “After he
thoroughly enjoyed it and had me screaming for more.”

Fred jerked back, releasing her hold on Naomie. “Such a
fucking tease.”

“You know you love it.” Naomie couldn’t help taunting Fred
with something she couldn’t have. It was the imp in Naomie. It loved mischief.

Fred was as much of an ass lover as Dane. Only once in their
long friendship had Fred gained access to Naomie’s. Naomie had sworn never
again, not because Dane had been pissed when he’d found out after—because that
was great motivation in and of itself—but because Naomie’s ass was her weak
spot. She lost control and all higher brain function when her asshole was
included in sex play.

She didn’t like to show that side of herself to anyone but
her husband. He wouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerability…too much. Naomie
couldn’t say the same about Fred. That one incident had been overwhelming, aided
in part by exhaustion from lack of sleep. It had taught Naomie not to leave her
asshole unplugged when playing with Fred and Arisa. The women were relentless
when working together.

It made Naomie wonder how Fred and Arisa were with each
other. She hadn’t seen it and couldn’t imagine. Happily married as
wife-and-wife, Fred and Arisa were an unmatched set. Arisa was petite and
adorable in her one-piece floral-print swimsuit, with her black hair flowing
bone straight to her shoulders. Her Asian features gave her a doll-like quality
that made people think she might break if they hugged her too tight.

Fred was thick—not fat, just padded and not trying to lose
it—and stood eye to eye with Naomie at five-eight, which put them six inches
over Arisa. Her kinky red hair was pulled back into a puffy ponytail with
errant strands curling free. The cut of Fred’s tank top showed off the
full-sleeve dragon tattoo on her right arm and the full-sleeve tiger tattoo on
her left but still covered the giant yin-yang surrounded by Chinese knots
gracing the space between her shoulders. The loose slacks Fred had paired with
the tank top proclaimed she wasn’t the swimsuit type.

Arisa’s appearance said classical music while Fred’s
screamed hard rock. It had to make the bedroom interesting and yet both women
focused on Naomie when she was around them, so she didn’t know for sure. Not
that Naomie blamed them. She and Dane were the same way. When other options
were available, they played around. Alone together, they focused on each other.
Maintaining that separation gave their lovemaking a level of intimacy no lover
could hope to achieve. Naomie and Dane could let loose and relax.

That was one of the keys to making their open marriage
work—having something together they didn’t with anyone else. Everyone else was
for fun but only Naomie and Dane could truly sate each other. Actually everyone
else was foreplay with orgasms that primed Naomie for Dane.

From the expression of annoyance mixed with lust on Fred’s
face, Naomie guessed she would be primed well tonight.

Mika, one of Arisa’s workers, said, “Five cakes and two
cupcakes.” She grinned when Naomie, Fred and Arisa faced her. “Or would that be
four cupcakes since we did two cupcake sessions and decorated Naomie’s right
breast different from her left both times?”

Naomie nodded as she remembered. “Oh yeah. I almost forgot
about the cupcakes. Probably slipped my mind since those were also the times
you turned my pussy into a banana split. That ice cream was cold.”

Arisa said, “It was in a dish. Only the banana was inside
you. And I don’t remember you complaining at the time.”

“I don’t remember much of anything besides screaming ‘eat
me’ at the top of my lungs.” Naomie laughed at the memory. Arisa and her staff
and had been more than happy to follow Naomie’s order. “I didn’t get to have
any but I swear I got a sugar-rush contact high.”

When she glanced at Fred to see the woman’s reaction to the
talk of what she had missed, Naomie noticed the crowd had gotten closer. The
men and women standing and sitting around her and Fred and Arisa looked as
though they wanted to turn Naomie into dessert. All the hungry attention aimed
her way had her soaking the crotch of her swimsuit. She became more excited
thinking about the translucent fabric going completely transparent from her
moisture and displaying her slit.

Fred asked, “Did you at least get pictures?”

“Of course.” Arisa’s tone showed how stupid she thought that
question was. “We did up Naomie that way for the human cake catalog. Our model
that day flaked on us. The photographer was already there and spouting off
about broken contract fees if we canceled. Naomie volunteered. We omitted her
face and nipple ring from the pictures by fitting her with one of those zentai
suit masks and Sung digitally removed the ring. In some cases, he removed the
plug as well.”

“I want to see that catalogue.”

Several people said in unison, “Me too.”

Naomie basked in the glow of their admiration. She wasn’t
worried. Arisa’s adult catalog featured several naked models decorated as
varying cakes or used as food trays. It was all part of a catering venture she
and Luke did together, with Luke providing the food. Most of the models had
their faces covered or out of frame. Unless the person browsing the catalog
knew Naomie’s body well, really well, he or she wouldn’t be able to pick out
Naomie.

Arisa said, “The only way to see the catalog is to visit my
shop or Luke’s after setting up an appointment for a catering consultation.”
She put her hands on her hips when a few people grumbled. “I’m not running a
peep show. Those pictures are for demonstration purposes only, not a porn
magazine. Go stare at a lingerie catalog if you want to get off.”

“You tell ’em,” Naomie said, laughing.

And that would be the main reason Dane had okayed Naomie
posing for Arisa. The catalog didn’t leave Arisa’s shop. Luke had a similar
lockdown policy on his copy. Customers showing intent got to see it. No one
else. That meant there was no chance Naomie’s parents could see it by accident,
like they had with her short-lived career as an internet-store clubwear model.
Plus Arisa had bribed Dane with a very delicious cherry-covered chocolate layer
cake. His favorite.

Fred said, “Spousal privilege. Those rules don’t apply to
me.”

Arisa nodded. “Absolutely right.”

More grumbling met that declaration.

Naomie held out her arms. “Why would you want to stare at a
picture when I’m standing right here?”

Fred palmed Naomie’s ass again. “Because you’re not covered
in Arisa’s signature buttercream icing with a banana shoved up your snatch.”