Luke said, “I would have to agree.”
Naomie asked, “It really costs extra?”
The men exchanged glances and grins. Luke waved them forward. “This last room is the master bedroom.”
“Seriously though. Was I supposed to pay a setup fee?”
Dane patted Naomie’s ass. “Don’t worry about it, sugar. What you gave them was probably worth way more than the setup fee.”
Naomie loved getting discounts and got them often—with and without sexual favors in return. What she didn’t like was finding out she’d gotten something for free when she should have paid. It felt too much like stealing. She hoped Seth and Gabriel hadn’t gotten into trouble. Since they had done her last two deliveries, she guessed they had omitted mentioning the freebie to their boss.
“Stop pouting,” Dane whispered close to her ear.
She hadn’t realized she’d stuck out her bottom lip until Dane said something. She fixed her mouth quickly. The last thing she needed was Dane giving her his pout deterrent. He’d found a sure way to make her stop. It was equal parts satisfying and frustrating and not something she wanted to do in front of an audience.
The delivery incidents were in the past. If she tried to remedy them, she might get Seth and Gabriel in trouble. The only option left was to make sure she paid for the setup in the future.
Luke asked, “What do you think? We just got the new bed this morning. Bright and early. We were on an air mattress for a week before it got here.”
Dane said, “Sounds like you haven’t had a chance to christen it, what with getting ready for the party and all.”
“Truth. Want to help us change that?” Luke pushed his trunks down his legs before anyone had a chance to answer the question. His erection stood tall, proclaiming his eagerness for a second round.
“Usually I would say no problem, but…” Dane looked at Damon, whose gaze was riveted on Luke’s dick.
Naomie asked, “By us you mean both you and Damon, right, Luke?”
Luke nodded. “Yup.”
Damon startled. “Huh? Me?” He looked around. “I missed something.”
“No you didn’t, lover.” Luke stepped close to Damon and captured his lips in a searching kiss. Against Damon’s mouth, Luke said, “I want you to see why I asked to be with Dane. Please?”
“Um…I…”
“Please.” Luke slid his hand between their bodies. Whatever he did made Damon stand up straighter. “Please.”
Damon made a sound that was a cross between a wanting moan and an affirmative.
“Thank you.” Luke kissed Damon again.
Dane said, “I always wondered what that looks like on the outside. Damn unfair the way you two play poor Damon and me.”
Naomie stuck her tongue out at him. “You want to be played or else you wouldn’t stand there and take it.”
Luke said, “That’s my reasoning. Damon likes when I convince him.”
Damon nodded quickly. “You should have seen what I got Luke to do when he was convincing me about this house. That was an amazing weekend. I think we only got out of bed for bathroom breaks.” He pulled out his shirt. “Where do you want me?”
“Oh! Oh!” Naomie raised her hand and bounced in place, making her breasts jiggle. Her sensitive nipples brushed the oil-soaked cloth of her swimsuit and excited her.
Dane said, “That’s Naomie-speak for she wants to position us.”
“Position us?” Damon looked down at himself and then at Naomie. “I’m not that flexible, okay? Let’s not go crazy with this.”
“I won’t.” Naomie rushed forward. “Lose the pants.” While Damon stripped, she said to Luke, “On the bed with your head hanging off the edge.”
Luke saluted before crawling onto the bed and getting in position. Dane stood with his arms crossed, watching with an amused expression.
Naomie patted the bed near Luke’s shoulder. “Stand right here, Damon.”
“Okay.” Damon moved so he stood with his hard dick above Luke’s face.
Luke tilted his head back and licked at Damon’s base and sac.
Damon let his head fall back. “I like this already.”
Naomie tried not to let Luke’s actions distract her. She would have plenty of opportunities to watch once she got the men where she wanted them. “Legs up, Luke.”
Luke pulled his knees to his chest without stopping his perusal of Damon.
“Damon, lean forward. You’ll want to put your elbows on the bed on either side of Luke’s body.”
“It keeps getting better.” Damon bent over Luke, which meant Luke had to part his legs so they weren’t in the way of Damon’s chest. Bracing his elbows on the bed, Damon held Luke’s legs trapped. The position put Damon’s head above Luke’s dick and exposed asshole.
Naomie was almost giddy with anticipation. Gay sex was a kink with her. She didn’t understand it and didn’t want to. She accepted that part of herself and was happy Luke and Damon were letting her see it live.
When she faced Dane, he had his fist moving up and down his erection in slow strokes. Naomie was torn between wanting to hop on him and wanting to continue what she started. Dane’s knowing grin said he guessed her indecision.
He mouthed, Later.
She nodded. They had plenty of time for her to enjoy his dick once they were home. She might not get the chance to watch him with Luke and Damon again.
“Big D, you’re behind Damon.” She looked around. “Lube?”
Luke said, “Bathroom. Top left drawer. Condoms are in the same drawer.”
“Got it. Be right back. Don’t start without me.” Naomie knew the men wouldn’t listen. Damon and Luke, at least, wouldn’t. Dane had no choice in the matter. He needed the condom and lube.
When she returned with the items, Luke and Damon were enjoying mutual sucking. Damon bobbed his head up and down Luke’s length, while Luke lacked that range of motion so had Damon’s dick in his mouth, drawing on it.
Naomie stared. She didn’t know how long she stood there but Dane taking the condom and lube from her made her startle. She blinked at him.
“It’s easier to touch yourself if you aren’t holding these.” Amusement colored Dane’s voice.
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 cam
eramen 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.
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