OvercomingtheNeed (7 page)

Mia turned Naomie’s face back to hers. “I should get you
back in a photo studio more often, mamí. You are so ready for it you’re
trembling.” She smoothed Naomie’s hair from her face. “Or did Dane get you this
excited and I’m just reaping the benefits?”

“You know this is mostly you.”

“Mostly, not all.”

Naomie stuck out her bottom lip and whined a little. “Sorry,
Mia. I visited Dane at the office. It would have been all you if I had stayed
home.”

“Did I sound upset? I’m not.” Mia pressed a quick kiss to
Naomie’s lips. “I like you like this. Squirming.” She cupped Naomie’s pussy and
grinned when Naomie circled her hips. “Begging.” Sweeping her finger against Naomie’s
channel entrance made Naomie whimper.

Clay came back carrying a folded white sheet. “Here we go. I
brought a few. They are totally clean. I promise.”

Naomie and Mia moved to the side so he could spread out the
sheets, one on top of the other. It wouldn’t provide much cushion but comfort
was something Naomie got when she had sex at home. Public sex meant a small
amount of discomfort from cramped locales and hard floors. She considered those
things spice that added to the moment.

Mia guided Naomie to the middle of the sheets once Clay
finished and cleared out of the way. “Now then. Where did we leave off?”

Naomie started to talk but Clay said, “Down.”

“That’s right.” Mia winked at him. “I said down.” She
pointed to the floor.

Naomie lowered to her knees but didn’t take her eyes off
Mia.

“Keeping going. Get that ass in the air.” Mia went to her
knees beside Naomie as Naomie lowered her breasts to the floor. Smoothing her
hands down the insides of Naomie’s thighs, Mia urged Naomie to spread her
knees. “Pretty, isn’t she?”

“Fuck yeah.” Clay snapped several pictures in rapid
succession.

Mia framed her fingers along Naomie’s pussy and held her
open. Her channel entrance winked and drooled at the camera. Naomie wriggled in
place, rubbing her sensitive nipples over the coarse sheet.

“Damn, this is hot. Hold her just like that. I want to get a
close-up.”

Naomie huffed her desire as Mia parted her lower lips as
wide as they would go. She felt Clay get right up behind her, camera clicking
away, catching every detail of her aroused sex. For an exhibitionist like
Naomie, this was tantamount to foreplay. She pressed back while moving her
knees farther apart.

“Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.” Mia wiggled the tip of one finger
against Naomie’s entrance.

That tiny touch almost set off Naomie’s orgasm. She yipped
and bounced her ass.

Mia did it again. “Tickle. Tickle.”

Naomie keened her need for more than teasing contact.

“Tickle.” Mia didn’t touch Naomie this time but Naomie still
reacted as if Mia had, dipping her hips and pushing more of her moisture from
her channel. That garnered a laugh from Mia, who smacked her hand against
Naomie’s right ass cheek. “You are so easy when you’re horny. I love it. I can
never do this when we’re with the others. You won’t let your guard down. Not so
now, huh, mamí?”

Naomie nodded, not caring how the admission made her appear.
She wanted satisfaction. Mia would give it to her. Only Mia and Dane played
with Naomie like this because only they had personalities more dominant than
hers. Fred and Arisa came close but they had a skittish air around Naomie that
let her know she couldn’t leave them in complete control of her pleasure.
Everyone else Naomie had sex with bent to her whims the way she was bending to
Mia’s.

“I can’t wait to see how these pictures turn out.” Mia
tapped her finger against Naomie’s entrance and made a thinking noise while
Naomie whimpered and panted. “You’ll send us copies, right, Clay?”

Clay said, “Sure thing. Just tell me where.”

Mia pushed to her feet and walked away. When Naomie would
have lifted up, she snapped, “Ah.”

Naomie bit back a grumble but didn’t move. Couldn’t they
talk about this later? She listened to Mia rustling around in her purse and
wanted to tell Mia to hurry things along. Of course that wouldn’t happen. Mia was
playing with Naomie, making her wait to heighten her pleasure and eventual
climax.

“Here you go.” Mia returned to Naomie’s side, kneeling
behind her. “That’s my email and Naomie’s.”

Clay said, “I’ll send the pics along later tonight.”

“Thanks. Now then.” Mia lowered to her stomach with her
hands cupping the backs of Naomie’s thighs. She made an appreciative noise. “My
juicy peach is waiting to be eaten.”

Naomie made an urgent sound of agreement that turned into a
happy squeal when Mia danced her tongue against Naomie’s channel entrance. “Oh
yes! Oh there! Please!”

Mia fitted her mouth against Naomie’s pussy, which allowed
her to slip her tongue into Naomie’s channel. The hot, wet intrusion had Naomie
close to screaming, except the ecstasy of the moment had rendered her
incapable. She held her breath and rocked her body, shaking loose her orgasm.

Something snapped inside her, hitting her with the acute
sensation and making her gasp loud. Mia let out a rumbling purr as she swept
her tongue back and forth along Naomie’s slit. Naomie jerked. Her pussy was too
sensitive for this kind of attention but she didn’t want it to stop.

Mia granted her a reprieve by nibbling Naomie’s thighs and
ass cheeks. “That was fast, mamí. I didn’t get to enjoy you as much as I wanted.”
She patted Naomie’s ass. “Move your leg.”

Naomie pushed up on her hands and looked back. Mia rolled to
a seated position. When Naomie lifted her right leg, Mia scooted under Naomie
with her legs pointed toward Naomie’s head. Naomie smiled. She liked this. It
wasn’t right that she have all the fun.

Once Mia stopped moving, Naomie settled on top of her and
latched on to Mia’s clit. Mia returned the favor. She hugged Naomie’s waist to
keep her right where she wanted her, though Naomie did wiggle so she rubbed the
hood of her clit over Mia’s tongue.

She savored Mia’s attention for a few licks before focusing
her own efforts. Mia was wet and hot and squirming as hard as Naomie. She
bucked beneath Naomie’s mouth in response to each pass of Naomie’s tongue. Naomie
had to curve an arm around one of Mia’s thighs to keep hold of her.

That put her in the perfect position to do more. Naomie
eased one finger into Mia’s channel, grinning at Mia’s happy shout, and then
added another. She pumped her fingers and resumed bathing Mia’s clit with her
tongue. Mia squeezed Naomie’s fingers while bucking her hips faster.

“Mmmmmmm. Yes, mamí,” Mia rumbled before she sucked Naomie’s
clit with unrelenting pressure.

Naomie tried to push up on her knees. She would come again
if Mia kept that up. No amount of Naomie’s whimpers or reciprocal licking got
Mia to let up. They were a writhing tangle of pleasure, driving each other
toward mutually assured bliss.

When it happened, their labored panting echoed off the
walls.

Mia yelled, “Oh God.”

Though Mia stopped to enjoy her orgasm, Naomie didn’t. She
wasn’t finished. She continued fingering Mia’s pussy and licking her clit, even
when Mia shoved at her waist.

“Fuck, mamí. Get off of me. Oh my God.” Mia pushed but
Naomie wasn’t budging.

There was another orgasm in there and Naomie aimed to get at
it. Mia managed to get out from beneath Naomie but not away from Naomie’s mouth
or fingers. She laughed and panted and closed her thighs around Naomie’s head.
None of it deterred Naomie.

Mia came a second time while still trying to get away.
“Can’t take any more, mamí. Please.”

Naomie lifted her head. “Ahhh.”

“Bitch.” Mia smacked Naomie’s ass hard.

“Oh!” Naomie giggled as she rolled up to a sitting position
and then leaned down. Mia was a beautiful combination of sated and pissed. Her
dark-brown eyes flashed with a promise to retaliate, probably after she got
some rest. Naomie loved it. She kissed Mia.

Mia lifted up and hugged Naomie’s shoulders, making the kiss
deeper. They couldn’t stay together long. They needed air too badly. They
parted and stared into each other’s eyes as they caught their breath.

Clay said, “Shit. Holy fuck that was hot.”

Until he spoke, Naomie had forgotten he was in the room. The
encounter had ended but he continued snapping pictures.

“This is great. I can’t wait to see them on my computer.” He
clicked a few more images and then looked at the display screen on the back of
the camera. “Damn.”

Naomie looked at Mia and jutted her chin toward Clay. Mia
looked Clay’s way and then smirked. She saw it too. Clay was hard enough that
his tip peeked out of his low-slung waistband. A lovely compliment if ever
there was one.

“Shall we?”

Mia nodded. “We shall.”

Naomie rolled to her knees. She crawled over to Clay with
Mia at her side.

Clay looked up from his camera and blinked at them. “Wha…uh…
What’s up?”

“When the pictures are done, we have to pay you,” Mia said.

“Pay me?” Clay backed up as they got closer. “Wait. We
didn’t discuss anything like that. You know I’m fine with just the pictures.”
He stopped when he hit a wall.

Naomie and Mia closed in on him and rubbed their breasts
against his legs while stroking his inner thighs. The bulge in his pants
jumped.

Naomie asked, “Are you sure?” She kissed his tip.

Clay’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Mia cupped his crotch and kneaded. “Really, really sure?”

He stared at both in turn. “Payment?”

Naomie passed her cheek over the front of his pants. “We’ve
never paid you. That’s not right. And we both want copies of this session’s
pictures.”

Mia undid the front of his jeans. “Yes, we do. So this is
payment. Do you not want payment?”

Clay stared down at them with wide eyes. He nodded quickly.
“Yeah. Payment. We can do that. Sure.”

“That’s what we thought.” Naomie plucked Clay’s wallet out
of his back pants pocket, unfolded it, retrieved two of the condoms he kept
there and then put his wallet back. If he hadn’t had any, she could have gotten
two from her purse. She commended him for being prepared.

Mia held Clay’s dick steady as Naomie rolled one condom in
place. Naomie made sure to go nice and slow, stroking her fingers down his
length and enjoying the way his shaft pulsed with her every caress.

Dipping her hand into his pants, Mia massaged his balls.
“How long, Clay?”

Clay let out a shaky sigh. “Too damn long. It’s just been me
with Thumbelina and her four ugly stepsisters.”

“Poor Thumbelina and sisters must have been busy.”

“You have no idea.”

Naomie slid her tongue over his crown and then kissed it.
“We’ll make it better.”

“A lot better.” Mia tugged his jeans down, along with his
boxers. “You’re a healthy one.”

She was being nice. Both Naomie and Mia had experience with
bigger but it wouldn’t be nice to say so to Clay. Besides, it wasn’t fair to
judge men by Quincy. That was like comparing a moped to a sports motorcycle.
They weren’t in the same league. Clay was a nice mouthful while Quincy promised
to test the limits of Naomie’s nonexistent gag reflex. She didn’t know for sure
and looked forward to the day when she found out, when she and Mia shared a
kiss around the end of Quincy’s dick the way they did Clay’s now.

Clay held his camera in shaky hands as he tried to take
pictures. Naomie could guarantee they would be blurry and thus not worth it.

She reached up and took the camera from him. “Let’s put this
aside. You wouldn’t want to break it.”

“Ye-ye-yeah. S-s-sure.” Clay nodded quickly, took the camera
back and placed it on the table beside him.

Naomie smiled up at him. Too easy. She almost felt bad
playing with him like this, like a cat chasing around a mouse it had no
intention of killing. Clay would get off but it wouldn’t be a full-service kind
of deal. Just watching her and Mia rub their breasts together as they shared
his dick had him acting as if he would come any second. She hoped not. She
wanted to have some more fun with him.

She and Mia took opposite sides of his shaft and caressed
their lips from Clay’s base to his tip, together and then in tandem. They took
turns circling their tongues around his crown. Whoever got to the end first won
the honor. Naomie had to move out of the way when Mia downed Clay’s dick and
started bobbing her head.

Clay chirped, reached for Mia’s head, pulled back his hands
and held them against his sides, gripping his legs. He wanted to touch her but
he probably didn’t want to give her an excuse to stop. That was a trained
reaction. Naomie wondered which of his past girlfriends had denied him release
because he’d touched her. While Naomie liked a man who could be trained, she
also liked a man who knew when to use that training. Clay appeared to be the
better-safe type. If she had time and the inclination, she would take him in
hand—more than she already had—but she doubted Dane would appreciate her
bringing home this kind of pet.

Besides, Naomie liked to play hard with her toys. Not as
hard as some. More like endurance tests than pleasured-pain, but Clay might
break too easily. She was about to find out.

She used Clay’s distraction with Mia to cover slipping the
second condom over her pointer finger. Keeping it raised so she didn’t waste
the lube covering it, Naomie rubbed Clay’s ass cheeks one at time. With each
pass she moved her hand closer to his crack until she was stroking up to his
rim. She smiled as she passed her finger over his puckered hole.

Clay reached back and grabbed her hand. “Whoa. Whoa. Let’s
not get too excited here. That’s my ass.”

Naomie said huskily, “I know it is.”

“Not going to happ—” He choked and then swallowed.

Mia smiled around his dick, which was between her teeth. She
nibbled at him.