OvercomingtheNeed (12 page)

His words should have made her blush. Naomie didn’t have
time for shame when he was right. She wanted to enjoy this encounter while
fingering her pussy. Situations like this turned her into a voyeur. She didn’t
want to join in, only to watch and get off on the sexual energy filling the
room.

It wasn’t often that she felt like this. She was happy the
need came with a ready outlet.

Dane continued pumping his dick in his fist as Luke and
Damon became engrossed in each other, forgetting Naomie and Dane. Damon’s
rumbling growl of pleasure made Naomie’s clit throb. She slipped her hand under
the elastic edge of her swimsuit and between her lower lips. She gave a soft
coo as she smoothed her fingers over her nub in slow circles. The oil that kept
her swimsuit transparent made her sensitive flesh slicker than her own moisture
alone could and the sensation aroused her more.

Petting her clit wasn’t enough. Naomie struggled one-handed
with the top of her suit until she got her left arm out of the strap. After
pushing it down, she kneaded her left breast while rippling her fingers over
her nipple. Her nipple ring tinkled softly. The sound was almost lost amidst
Luke’s and Damon’s heavy breathing and their wet adoration of each other.

The crinkle of plastic was out of place and drew Naomie’s
attention to Dane. He unwrapped the condom, slid it in place and then doused
his shaft with a generous amount of lube that he spread with his fist. He moved
behind Damon and brushed the excess lube between Damon’s ass cheeks.

Damon yipped with a jerk before widening his stance and
arching his ass up. With one hand positioned on Damon’s hip, Dane positioned
his tip against Damon’s asshole.

Naomie moved closer to the bed for a better view. Unless she
got on the bed and joined Damon and Luke’s stack, she wouldn’t get to an angle
the porn cameramen achieved. The men weren’t concerned if she could see what
they were doing or not. She didn’t mind. What she could see more than fueled
her libido.

She caressed her fingers around her slit as Dane eased into
Damon’s asshole.

Damon lifted off Luke’s dick and sucked in a deep breath.
“Holy fuck.”

“You’re welcome.” Dane grinned and started moving slowly.
Probably giving Damon a chance to adjust to Dane’s size and the sensations that
had him quaking atop Luke.

If Damon was coming, Naomie couldn’t tell. It wouldn’t
surprise her. Making people come from penetration was something Dane excelled
at. Making Naomie orgasm without touching her was another talent Dane had. He
glanced her way, locking his lust-filled gaze with hers, and her inner muscles
clenched.

She bounced in place as she fought the urge to go to her
knees. That would impede her view but it would keep her from falling if her
pleasure overwhelmed her. It just might. Dane stared at her while he thrust
into Damon. Hard, fast strokes that had Damon and Luke voicing twin cries of
satisfaction. Naomie stuffed two fingers into her channel, wiggling them and
churning her drenched heat. She flexed her asshole and worked the plug inside it
like a pacifier. The swirls spiraling up the four-inch silicone toy made her
wish Dane was controlling the in-and-out motions.

He lifted one hand and crooked his finger at her.

Naomie chirped and bobbed, almost dropping to her knees.

“Come here, sugar. Let me help.” Dane held his hand out to
her.

She rushed to his side. Dane didn’t pause. He gathered
Naomie close with his hand around her waist while he continued fucking Damon’s
ass. She rocked with him.

“Take it off.”

Naomie didn’t need him to tug on the suit for her to know
what he meant. She hated to pull her fingers free because that would interrupt
her pleasure, but she had to if she wanted to remove her swimsuit. She also had
to step back from Dane. She did both and shoved the swimsuit off as quickly as
she could. The wet fabric clung to her skin, rolled as she pushed it down her
torso and gripped her legs as if it didn’t want to leave her. It had no choice.
She wanted to know what Dane had planned.

She kicked free of the swimsuit and then looked at Dane
expectantly. He brought her close for a kiss that had her crowding against his
side while she rubbed her clit.

Dane chuckled softly. He buried his hand in Naomie’s hair
and used it to pull her back. “You’re interrupting Damon’s fun, sugar. I
thought you wanted to watch.”

She whimpered.

“Okay. Okay. I’m just playing. Bend over.”

Naomie faced the bed and bent with her hands braced on the
edge. Damon glanced at her. His gaze was glazed over with pleasure. It felt as
if they shared a moment of mutual appreciation. The spell was broken when Dane
hooked his fingers around Naomie’s anal plug and started pumping it. Her
delighted cry drowned out Damon’s.

Dane matched the pace of the plug penetrating Naomie with
his dick driving into Damon. While Damon had to split his attention between
panting loudly and licking Luke’s asshole and sac, Naomie only had herself to
worry about. She balanced her weight on one hand and alternated between rubbing
her clit and delving her fingers into her channel. Each movement drove her
closer to her release.

She wasn’t sure if the way she rocked her hips to meet
Dane’s thrusts shook the bed or if it was Damon or both of them. Either way,
the bed creaked and the headboard banged against the wall, exciting her. It
appeared to have a similar effect on Luke, who had his ankles hooked below
Damon’s shoulders. Luke used his hold on Damon to curve his ass up, probably
trying to get closer to Damon’s mouth.

Naomie’s strength waned as she succumbed to her enjoyment.
Her legs wobbled. Sheer will kept her standing. She dropped to her elbows with
her head bowed but kept her ass up, no longer caring if she got to watch the
men. Her focus was on Dane and the way he moved the plug in circles so the tip
teased her hole.

Her orgasm sapped all her energy. Naomie dropped. Dane kept
hold of the plug, which exited her asshole when her knees hit the floor. The
wonderful sensations of her orgasm sent quakes up and down her spine. She
didn’t make a sound except for huffing.

Beside her, Luke or Damon moaned appreciatively with his
release. Naomie couldn’t tell which and it didn’t matter because whoever hadn’t
moaned before did so shortly after.

“Ahhhh.” Dane came while buried to the base and holding
Damon’s waist, probably to keep Damon from pulling away before he finished.
With a satisfied grunt, Dane eased free and stepped back. Damon sagged atop
Luke with his face cushioned against Luke’s flaccid dick.

The same dazed expression Luke had worn earlier sat on
Damon’s face. “Wow.”

Luke asked, “I know, right?”

“Wow.”

Naomie grinned at the pair of them. She shifted her
attention to Dane when he stepped over to her and ran one hand over her head.
“Hi.”

“You okay?”

“Fine. Not as good as Damon but you can take care of that
later.”

Dane smiled down at her. “I plan to. For now…” He held up
her plug and waved it.

Naomie’s nipples tightened and her breath caught. She stared
up at Dane. When he leaned down, she gave a needy whine as she reached for his
shoulders and lifted up on her knees.

Their lips met in a hard kiss. Dane balled his fist in her
hair, using it to press her closer. When the tip of the plug touched her
tailbone, Naomie arched into it and spread her knees. Dane trailed the tip down
to her hole, prodded at it and then shoved the plug home in one swift movement.
Naomie broke from their kiss and let out a pleasured cry as tingles of
gratification echoed through her body.

Dane patted her ass. “There we go.” He straightened and
glanced at Luke and Damon. “Now what? Do we rejoin the party? It’s not right
for the hosts to be absent.”

Naomie snorted. “Like you’re one to talk. I remember a few
parties we hosted where we disappeared into the bedroom after the first hour
and didn’t come out until the next morning to see people off.”

Luke said, “I remember those parties too. Everyone gave you
up for lost and carried on without you. They’ll do the same now.” He maneuvered
out from under Damon and sat up.

Damon stayed draped over the end of the bed. The grin on his
face said he wouldn’t be joining the conversation any time soon.

Using Dane’s offered hand, Naomie got to her feet. She
leaned against his side but didn’t need the support. The position put her in
the perfect place for Dane to cup her left breast, and he did. He supported the
ample mound on his palm while flicking one finger against her nipple ring. The
motion was equal parts arousing and soothing.

Luke fondled his left nipple while watching. Naomie wasn’t
sure if he knew what he was doing.

She asked, “Want to get your nipple pierced?”

“Nah.” Luke shook his head. “I’m too much of a baby for
that. I can barely handle paper cuts.”

“There’s always nipple clamps.”

“We have some of those.” Luke edged off the bed and went to
his closet. “We’ve got one of those layered fold-out toolboxes for our toys.”
He rolled out the waist-high black toolbox and opened it up.

Naomie huffed at the neatly stored assortment. “Why is
everyone’s toy collection bigger than mine?”

Dane squeezed her breast. “Because you’ve got me and don’t
need all that.”

Luke said, “He’s got a point. Besides, Damon and I amassed
our separate collections while we were single. We combined them once we moved
in together but we don’t use them that often.”

Stepping out of Dane’s hold, Naomie went to the chest and
perused the contents—plugs, cock rings, a few tails, some nipple clamps and a
harness. The harness took up the entire lower compartment of the toolbox. She
picked it up, dangling it off one finger.

The anal-plug harness with a four-ring cock cage and D-rings
on either side to attach wrist restraints had a little weight to it, age as
well. Two of the belt loops were stretched. “Who belongs to this?”

Damon said, “That would be me.” He sat on the edge of the
bed, grinning but embarrassed. “I…uh…yeah. That’s mine.”

“Really, now?” Naomie looked from Damon to the harness and
back. “It’s always the quiet ones. How often do you two use this?”

“We don’t. I…we…” He shook his head as he pushed off the
bed. “We don’t.”

When he reached for it, Naomie held it back. “Why is that?”

Damon appeared as if he wouldn’t answer. After a quick
glance at Luke, he said, “Luke isn’t the type.”

Naomie stepped close to Damon, a predatory smile curving her
lips. “And what type would that be?”

He gave a small shake of his head and mumbled something
Naomie didn’t catch. She put herself directly in front of him and grabbed his
sac to keep him pressed against her when he would have stepped back.

Damon startled and squeaked, widening his eyes. “What are
you—”

“I asked you a question, Damon.” Naomie gave him a squeeze.
“What type?”

She knew what type he meant. She also knew the moment he
realized she fit that description. Damon’s dick hardened and he swallowed. It
wasn’t an attraction to her but what she could do for him.

Another squeeze of his sac and Damon said, “A Dom…Mistress.”

Dane said, “She doesn’t like that title. Go for Ms. Naomie
or Ma’am.”

“Yes Sir,” Damon rasped before swallowing. Without being
told, he’d realized Dane was the type as well and had addressed him
accordingly. Whoever trained Damon had done a good job.

Naomie smiled over her shoulder at Dane. “Does that mean I
have permission?”

“Now you ask?”

“Please, Big D?”

Dane gestured to Luke. “Ask his husband, not me.”

Naomie batted her eyes at Luke. “Please?”

Luke appeared confused yet curious. “Sure. I guess. I mean,
if Damon wants to.”

“He wants to, don’t you, pet?” Naomie massaged Damon’s
balls.

“Yes Ma’am,” Damon said.

“How long has it been?”

“I broke it off with my Dom when Luke and I got serious, so
a little over two years.”

“But you kept the toys.”

Damon opened his mouth to talk, closed it and then nodded.

“And it’s a good thing too.” She stepped back and held out
the harness. “Put that on while I see what else we can play with.”

She went back to the toolbox while Dane crossed the room and
sat on the easy chair pushed up against the wall. A short, sharp whistle
brought everyone’s attention to him. He pointed at his dick, which was erect
again.

Naomie knew his actions weren’t meant for her so she went
back to sifting through the toolbox. The bottom compartment held all Damon’s
bondage toys—wrist cuffs, blindfold, ball gag and various styles of floggers.
Naomie took out one of everything and set them on the bed.

Dane cleared his throat.

Luke took a step toward Dane, stopped, licked his lips and
then looked at Damon. “Um…”

Dane said, “Yes, you, Luke. Naomie is going to be busy with
Damon for the rest of the night. That is, if Damon lasts that long.”

Damon said, “I will, Sir.”

“You don’t know Naomie well enough to say that.” Dane
grinned. He sat back with his legs open, allowing Luke to kneel between them.
“How you do with her will determine if I take you on or not. Consider this an
interview for a part-time position.”

Naomie almost laughed at the way Damon’s eyes sparkled. He
must have been holding in his desires since getting together with Luke.
Understandable. Luke wasn’t the dominant type in bed. At work, Luke could put
drill sergeants to shame but that was part of his job. He probably didn’t like
bringing that kind of attitude home. That still didn’t explain why Damon had
felt he needed to go without.

She said, “I’m surprised you didn’t tap Fred or Arisa, pet.
They prefer women but they’ve been known to take on men from time to time. As
close as Luke and Arisa are, I’m sure they would have agreed.”