FillingtheVoid (12 page)

Lesson learned. Dane wanted to be the only one with access
to her asshole and she wholeheartedly agreed. Not because of their marriage or
possession or anything else. Fred had brought something out of Naomie that Dane
alone had seen up to that point. It had been Naomie’s equivalent of getting
sloppy drunk in a frat party and dancing topless on a table.

There were certain things she wanted specific people to see.
How she got when someone was pleasuring her ass belonged at home with her
husband. So no, the girls wouldn’t be seeing that performance again. However
Dane would be getting the extended encore.

She lifted off his erection, sorry to let it go but knowing
it was going in a better place. Dane watched with avid fascination as Naomie
curved her hips forward and positioned her asshole over his dick. His hot
pre-cum teased her already sensitive, overly stimulated rear entrance.

With small side-to-side shifts, she lowered herself. Her
hole didn’t need time to accommodate Dane’s width, not like on a normal day.
But then this hadn’t been a normal day. He slid inside her with little
prompting. She let gravity do the rest, relaxing her leg muscles and taking him
as deep as the position allowed.

“Oh fuck.” Dane and Naomie said the words in unison, using
the same tone of reverence.

Naomie wanted to sit there and savor the moment. Her body
decided the connection was enough. She orgasmed—lower muscles clenching, legs
drawn together at her chest, hunched in on herself and shaking. Tears sprang to
her eyes at how violently the sensation hit her. She couldn’t get enough air
into her lungs.

Dane grabbed her hands and threaded his fingers with hers,
anchoring her to him, letting her know he was there. This reaction was partly
his fault. It was gratification and distress rolled into one.

When she could breathe normally again, she started
whimpering. Confusion caused the noise. This climax had been different from the
one after the nipple ring incident. There was no afterglow with the promise of
echoing later in the week. This release came with a sense of fear—tiny but
there. That kind of fear after doing something dangerous but exhilarating,
living to tell about it and knowing the next time might end in death so it
could never happen again.

La petite mort.
The little death.

The French had sure as hell gotten that right. If this was
the type of orgasm that caused them to coin the phrase, they could keep it.
Naomie preferred her normal variety. The kind that came with fireworks, eyes
rolling back, seeing stars and euphoria.

Dane sat up. He put her arms on his shoulders and hugged her
waist. “Sugar, you okay?” He rubbed her back.

Naomie buried her face against his neck, fighting back
tears.

“I’m right here. I’m right here, Naomie. I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have wound you up so tight. Sorry.”

She shook her head. “It wasn’t just you. This whole day…”
She sighed, letting her body go slack with that outpouring of breath. “Even if
it’s a quick finger fuck, don’t leave me wanting like that again. Do not. I
mean it, Dane. That was my whole day hitting me all at once. I don’t want to
experience something like that again. Sex isn’t supposed to be scary.”

“You’re right, sugar. I should have told you last night when
I first found out about the early hours. I should have also gotten up in enough
time to finish what I started.” He leaned back and cocked his head to the side,
trying to catch her eye. When she looked at him, he grinned at her. “Which
basically means I should have stayed up all night and made sure my best girl,
the woman I love to hell and back, was satisfied.”

“You got that right.” She kissed his lips. A soft press of
reassurance and then another. And another. And one more until Dane had her
crushed to his chest with his tongue blazing across hers and his dick surging
beneath her.

Her body had recovered and was ready for the real thing,
which wouldn’t happen with Dane holding her so tightly. She pushed at his chest
to get him to let her go.

Dane fell back to the floor with his knees raised and his
hips still moving. The new position gave his thrusts more power so he could
shove his dick deeper.

“Yes! You beautiful fucking man, you. Right there.” Naomie
braced her hands on his knees. She arched back and met him, rode him. Her pussy
cascaded liquid lust over Dane’s dick, slicking him up and letting him move
faster.

The pleasure flowing over her felt familiar and welcome. No
more fear. She cried out her passion, loving the melody of Dane’s thighs
slapping her ass. Dane sheathed three fingers in her channel and drove them
into her in time with his thrusts while flicking her clit with a finger from
his free hand.

“So good. So good. So—so—so yes! Yes! Oh God yes, Big D.
Fuck it hard. Fucking love every last inch of you. Oh!” She let her head fall
back. Talking was overrated when moaning and panting and other sounds of
satisfaction portrayed her delicious joy at this decadent ride so much better.

No other. No one but Dane fulfilled her this way. Everyone
else was priming her for him and she gushed her release over his hands. The
orgasm didn’t bowl her over this time. It surrounded her, tickled her senses
and gave her the mental fireworks she’d grown used to.

Dane slowed his pace. Two driving thrusts later, he sheathed
his dick to the base and grunted as he seeded her asshole with his cum.

Naomie sighed at the warm sensation. From beginning to end,
she loved all Dane did to her…even when he was being a possessive jerk. The man
knew he had her wrapped around his dick. She would do most anything to make
sure he gave it to her. But then she had the same power over him.

A delighted giggle sneaked past her lips as Dane pulled
free. The frenzy was over and his movements tickled. The last of his spent
arousal left her ass and she rocked her hips, missing the connection.

Dane pulled his fingers from her pussy and patted it with a
tired sigh. “I’m spent, sugar. One round only tonight.”

Leaning forward, she sprawled across his chest with her head
tucked under his chin. He rested his hot, wet hands on her ass cheeks and
sighed again, a contented sigh.

She tilted her head up and kissed his chin. “Thank you, Big
D.”

“Back at you.”

“I’ll be a good girl the rest of the week. I don’t want you
going to work exhausted.”

“Just the rest of the week?”

She smacked his chest, which made him laugh while he kneaded
her ass.

He said, “I’m fine, sugar. Feel free to use me any way you
like, every way you like. If I need some rest, I’ll let you know.”

She sat up and stared into his eyes. “Promise.”

“You know I love you and sex with you.”

“Not that. Promise you’ll let me know if you’re tired. We’re
in this together, Big D. You don’t have to do everything. I can get a job too,
you know.”

He snorted. “The last job you got had your dad calling to
curse me out. No thank you.”

“How was I supposed to know he frequented that website?”
Naomie had done some modeling for an adult toy store’s catalog last year. The
pay hadn’t been spectacular but it had helped remove her clothing costs from
the family budget for a month and put one payment on her car.

The pictures had been of clothing, the type Naomie wore on a
daily basis. But no man wants to see his baby girl’s barely covered tits and
ass all over an online site. Her dad had not been happy. She hadn’t been happy
either. She didn’t want to think of her parents shopping at the same online
stores where she shopped. That led to imagining what they bought based on the
stuff she bought and suddenly she was left with the idea that her parents were
still having sex.

Blech!

Not possible. She didn’t care what proof people offered or
what her parents said. They did not have sex any longer. Period.

Dane said, “No more catalogs.”

“What if it’s not for an online site?”

“What if I call up your dad and he can yell at you this
time?”

“Or I could stay home like a good sugar and be a proper
little housewife.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Stick with that. Though we have to
examine your use of the word proper. Most housewives don’t strut around the
house in nothing but a G-string or exercise naked in front of large windows for
the wanking pleasure of the neighbors.”

“Fine. I’ll stop.”

He gave a derisive snort. “Damn all that noise. I’m not
missing out because someone defined proper wrong.”

She kissed him. “Promise. Not just for this week. All time.
Promise.”

“I promise, Naomie. You are my rock. If I need to lean on
you, I will. I’m fine though. This overtime is a big project. If…
when
it
goes through, I’ll be set—a managerial position in a corner office and more job
security.” He raised his head and captured her lips for another kiss. “More
time for you.”

“Lord. I’m not going to be able to walk straight, am I?”

“That’s the best compliment you can give me.”

“Oh? And I thought calling you Big D was the best
compliment.”

“No, that’s letting the men of the world know why you’re
married to me and not them. Because I’m large and in charge of that ass.” He
squeezed her cheeks and bucked.

“You are large but not as large Quincy.”

Dane shook his head. “Nobody is as large as Quincy. That’s
fucking unnatural is what that is. I know the stereotype about black men but I
thought it was just a stereotype.”

“Now when the hell did you see his dick?”

“Last time we paid for the champagne room. He tipped one
girl a C-note to suck him off. When she saw why he was offering one hundred, she
dove in mouth first.”

“You’re gonna get those girls in trouble.”

“Hey, that’s on her. She didn’t get caught that time but she
shouldn’t be so quick to do anything and everything for money.”

“Considering the monster in Quincy’s pants, I’m thinking she
did it for that and the money was a bonus.” She giggled a little and shook her
head. “I think I finally figured out why you guys go to strip clubs so often.”

“We like tits and ass and stuffing singles between both.
What’s so hard about that?”

“No, so Quincy can moonlight as a stripper pole.”

Dane laughed. “I can see that.”

“Speaking of Quincy and the terror of Tokyo, Mia wants to
give him a chance to fuck me so he’ll stop being pissy.”

“Yeah, he’s been dropping unsubtle hints with me the last
few times we’ve gotten together. What did you have in mind?”

“Movie night, double date here. Just the four of us. We can
rent some—”

“Porn.”

“No, regular movies.”

“Porn.”

She regarded Dane and then nodded. “Porn.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Anyway. Maybe make a day of it some Saturday. Have them
come over and we can go out for a stereotypical dinner-and-a-movie double date.
Except the movie part will be here.”

Dane made a thinking noise before he nodded. “That’s doable.
I’ve always wanted to get a taste of Mia.” He shrugged. “After having Quincy
every night, she probably won’t even feel me though.”

“There’s always her ass. I know how much you like that
particular hole. And Mia does like anal play. She says Quincy isn’t an ass
man.”

“And I’m back in the game. You girls set it up and give us
guys the details.”

“Will do.”

He sat up, setting her back so she didn’t get impaled on his
renewed arousal. Dane might have tapped out but his dick was more than ready
for the next round. “What’s for dinner?”

“I can make you a sandwich.”

“A sandwich? That’s it?”

“It’s getting late. If I start a regular meal now, you won’t
get to bed until after ten. You’re the one who has to get up early in the
morning.”

“But a sandwich?”

“Ham piled high, cheese, lettuce, tomato, on thick toast
with a pickle on the side and a tall, frosty beer.” She grasped his erection in
her fist. “And I’ll suck you off while you eat.”

Dane grinned wide. “You always make the best food, sugar.”

“I know. You totally married me for my cooking skills.”

“I married you for your fucking skills. You being able to
cook is a nice bonus.” He swatted her ass. “Hop to. Me hungry.”

Naomie crawled off his lap. She congratulated herself for
being steady on her feet when she stood up. The urgency and overwhelming need
had abated to acceptable levels. She could wait until after Dane ate and
watched a little TV before convincing him to go another round.

And he would. Dane craved sex as much as she did. Even when
they were both bone-weary and exhausted, they still managed enough energy to
satisfy each other. Before Dane, Naomie hadn’t met a man who could match her
appetite. And she hadn’t found a man since.

Morning—The Right Way

A packed house, as it were, this morning. Christian from
three houses down had managed to get up on time for his early run, which ended
with him sitting beside John and taking swigs from a water bottle. Sam was at
his usual spot, hidden behind his curtains with the light of the streetlamp
glinting off his wedding ring and giving away his presence. And Old Man Olsen
was out walking his wife’s prize-winning toy poodle. Though his journey seemed
to stop at the streetlamp between Sam’s and John’s houses.

Naomie was on her stomach and the exercise ball beneath her.
With her ass facing the large window and her feet spread far apart so her slit
gaped open, she did reverse crunches. She exaggerated her movements so the ball
shifted, rocking her body in a short back-and-forth motion.

She loved simulated sex in the morning. Actually she loved
real sex in the morning. Simulated sex was just what she used to get herself
excited. Four sets of eyes—that she knew about—staring at her body, at her
exposed pussy, had her wet and slicking up the exercise ball with her sweat.

“Another show for the neighbors, huh?” Dane entered the
living room, knotting his tie as he walked over to her. “I think I’ve been
missing out by waiting for you to wake me up each morning.”

“All they can do is watch from across the street. You’re the
lucky one.”

“Yes, I am.” He pulled, out of his pants pocket, a
teardrop-shaped anal plug with a red-jeweled base. It was a placeholder plug
and not as big as some of the others in the collection. But then Naomie didn’t
need big for everyday wear.

Her breathing turned shallow. Of course after last night
there was no way Dane would forget her plug. What had her heart beating fast
and her pussy tingling was imagining how he would give it to her. The watching
men were in for a treat.

Dane retrieved a small bottle of lube from his jacket pocket
and wiggled it at her. “Wanna play a game of who will come first?”

“So very much.” She grabbed his buckle and pulled him close
so she could unzip his pants and let loose his arousal. She’d spent a large
chunk of last night loving every inch of Dane’s impressive erection. But she’d
been taking her time and savoring him. This morning was a competition.

She licked his crown, wiggling her tongue against his
opening as Dane flipped open the lube bottle and squeezed a trail of cool
liquid down her spine. She shivered with a high yip of surprise that made
Dane’s dick jump, tapping against her tongue.

Opening her mouth wide, she took his length to the back of
her throat and had to swallow to take him to the base. She had perfected her
deep-throating technique for and because of Dane. She wanted every inch of him
inside her—whether it was her pussy, her ass or her mouth.

The sensation of his dick spreading her to accommodate his
size, molding her body for his pleasure, always had her coming back for more
any time he hinted at wanting sex. His taste, his smell, his feel—everything
about him intoxicated her until she didn’t care what he did so long as he did
it to her and got her off.

She held his waist, bracing herself as he fucked her throat.
He’d changed the rules mid-game. He was supposed to be getting her off before
she got him, not availing himself of her mouth. Not that it mattered. She
enjoyed this too.

Relaxing her jaw muscles but keeping her lips pressed firm
and her tongue wriggling, she let him move the way he wanted. Meanwhile, the
rounded tip of the plug followed the path of the lube down her back. Naomie
arched her ass up in invitation. But it wasn’t cool metal that greeted her
puckered hole.

Dane hooked a single slick finger inside her asshole and
stirred it around as he pumped. Naomie squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered,
her hips mimicking Dane’s movements so the ball beneath her shifted side to
side.

“Goddamn, why did I skip this yesterday?”

Naomie had her mouth full so she couldn’t answer Dane’s
question. Plus he didn’t act as if he wanted an answer, at least not from her.
And he couldn’t expect coherent speech from her while he teased her hole.

He added a second finger to the first and Naomie switched to
bouncing against the ball. Her ass cheeks jiggled and clapped against Dane’s
hand. It wasn’t deep enough, thick enough. She wanted the dick pounding her
throat to be in her ass. She knew that wouldn’t happen. This was a quickie—a
holdover for her and Dane until he returned from work.

Unless…she visited him at work. His secretary wasn’t taking
advantage of her position like the last one. And it wouldn’t be the first time
Naomie had fucked Dane in his office. In fact she hadn’t visited his office in
a long time. She remembered a few of his coworkers had been very appreciative the
last time she’d visited with a cupcake tray in tow. She’d finished with Dane
and gotten three more quickies on the way back to her car, one of them in her
car.

The thought of a repeat performance coupled with Dane’s dick
in her mouth and his fingers in her ass triggered an orgasm so hard she almost
toppled off the exercise ball. Only gripping Dane’s legs kept her upright while
her body shook with her release.

Every one of her muscles tensed, including the ones in her
throat, which clamped on to Dane’s erection and squeezed his release out of
him. His hot cum cascaded down, warming her inside so she could feel the slow
trek to her stomach. Breakfast of champions.

Dane said in a breathy voice, “I win. Here’s your prize.” He
removed his fingers and pressed the plug home. It slipped inside her asshole
with no resistance. Only the wide, jeweled base kept her from swallowing it
completely. She did suck it in though, her ass muscles clenching and
unclenching so the plug caressed and teased her excited flesh.

Though reluctant, Naomie opened her mouth and let Dane have
his dick back. She stuck out her lower lip with a rough sigh as he tucked it
back into his pants and closed the zipper.

“Oh come on, sugar. Don’t look like that. I’ll give it back
to you after work. Promise.”

Not if I go to work and get it myself
, she thought.
But that would be a surprise for later in the day. Maybe she would bring mini
sandwiches for the office to share. Then Dane couldn’t say she was just there
to fuck him some more.

Dane crouched down and placed a quick kiss on her lips.
“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

They indulged in another kiss, a deeper one, the kind that
preceded them parting from each other. The kind that left them both breathless
with need and ensured they wouldn’t stay apart long.

Naomie pulled away first because she knew Dane wouldn’t. She
laid a kiss on his nose. “Have a good day at work.”

“Thanks, sugar. You don’t get too rough with those
gardeners. Jaime does good work. I’d hate for you to scare him off.” He grinned
as he dodged back, making her miss when she swatted at him. “See you after
work.”

“Or during,” Naomie said low.

“Huh?”

“Bye, Big D.” She waved to him and continued waving until he
exited the house and the closed front door blocked him from view.

“Morning, fellas. Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Dane spoke loud
on purpose. Naomie knew.

She turned in time to see her audience scatter quickly. The
only one who didn’t leave was Sam, who still had his fist moving. But then the
man probably felt safe in his hiding spot, thinking no one could see him.

Dane raised his hand in a wave at Sam’s house and said in a
loud tone, “Morning, Sam. You know we can see your ring, right?”

Sam’s curtain jerked shut. Naomie enjoyed a laugh. That was
her husband—Mr. Subtlety. At least he’d solved Naomie’s conundrum of how to
alert Sam she knew he was watching. She wondered if he would continue in a
different hiding spot or come out into the open like the others.

Or maybe the bedroom light coming on upstairs meant Sam
would have some explaining to do. Then again, how would his wife know what to
be angry about unless she’d been watching Naomie exercising too? As far as
Cathy knew, her husband was up early. Since Cathy and the other housewives
thought Naomie had quit her naked exercise routine, Sam should be all
right…unless he started acting guilty.

Oh well, not her problem. Dane had gone to work and she had
a little over an hour before Jaime and his helper were due to arrive. That was
enough time for a nice, soothing soak with enough left over to figure out what
kind of outfit she would use to make a first impression on the new guy.

Then again…nothing but a thong was how she’d met Jaime. Why
mess with a classic? And it was only fair that she greet the second gardener
the way she’d greeted the first. She was an exhibitionist, after all.