OvercomingtheNeed

by Zenobia Renquist

  “Okay. Guess that’s as good as it gets. I won’t be a moment. I promise.” Clay rushed around the room, doing what he needed to get the pictures he wanted.

  None of it interested Naomie. She stared at Mia’s lips and wanted to taste them again. Leaning forward to do just that didn’t get her anywhere because Mia retreated with a mischievous grin. Naomie pouted.

  Mia moved her fingers faster and cupped Naomie’s left breast with her free hand. She kneaded her way to Naomie’s nipple ring so she could tug on it.

  “Ready.” Clay snapped a picture to punctuate his words.

  “Are you ready?” Mia asked that question close to Naomie’s mouth, keeping the scant distance between them when Naomie would have closed it. “Hm?”

  Naomie rasped, “Yes. More than ready. You know that.”

  Mia tapped her hand against Naomie’s slit. The wet clapping noise drowned out the click of the camera. “Juicy. Just the way I like it.” Mia pressed forward for a quick kiss. She sucked Naomie’s lips, drew back with a smile and then sank to her knees.

  Naomie widened her stance without prompting. She also tugged her dress over her head and flung it aside. Staring down at Mia kneeling before her, Naomie took shallow breaths. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. Open her pussy for Mia’s tongue, pet Mia’s hair, fondle her breasts—again the need for more than two hands arose.

  The indecision plaguing Naomie didn’t affect Mia, who skimmed her tongue between Naomie’s lower lips. Naomie yipped. Mia did it again and then smiled up at Naomie before she latched on to her clit for a rapid tongue bath.

  Knees quaking and panting hard, Naomie wasn’t sure she could stay standing. It would be nice if she had a wall to lean against at least. Instead she stood in the middle of a room with Clay circling her and Mia and no option but to endure the pleasurable torture.

  Her enjoyment helped Naomie decide where to put her hands. She fondled her nipple ring with one and rested the other on Mia’s head. Mia stared up at Naomie as she continued laving her pussy with affection.

  Clay said, “Excuse me. Just pretend I’m not here.”

  Naomie shifted her heavy-lidded gaze to him. Hard to pretend when he kept talking. He stooped behind Mia and lifted her skirt. When he let it go, it fell back into place. Mia snatched it away from him when he lifted it a second time. She shoved the skirt down to her knees and did a little march in place to get it off.

  “Sorry about that. Keep going.” Clay continued snapping pictures, targeting Mia’s ass.

  Mia rolled her eyes with an annoyed grunt but didn’t let the minor interruption break her stride. She alternated between sucking on Naomie’s clit and running her tongue the full length of Naomie’s pussy. For one stroke, Mia lifted up on her knees. She dragged her tongue up to Naomie’s navel and then down again.

  When she did it a second time, Naomie gripped Mia’s hair to keep her from going back down. Mia smiled as she continued her trek up to Naomie’s breasts. She flicked her tongue over Naomie’s right nipple, chuckling at her kittenish squeak. Nosing Naomie’s hand out of the way, Mia wrapped her lips around her left nipple.

  She played her tongue over the dangling ruby and then tried to slip the tip of her tongue through the hoop. Naomie arched into Mia’s mouth with a happy groan. She reached down Mia’s body, wanting to share her satisfaction, but her arms weren’t long enough to reach Mia’s pussy. She settled on massaging Mia’s breasts.

  Each time Naomie squeezed Mia’s nipples, Mia nibbled. Rubbing got a responding swirl from Mia’s tongue. Tugging resulted in Mia catching Naomie’s nipple ring in her teeth and returning the favor. The play became a sort of game to get Mia to do what Naomie wanted. From the way Mia chuckled, Naomie figured Mia had had the same thought.

  Mia allowed it to continue until she had Naomie panting and bouncing in place. She pulled back and trailed her mouth up to Naomie’s for a licking kiss. In a husky voice, she said, “Down.”

  Naomie looked around.

  Clay asked quickly, “What? What do you need?”

  “Is this floor clean?”

  “I’ve got something for that. Hold on.” Clay rushed out of the room again.

  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 smile
d 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.

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