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  Overcoming the Need

  Zenobia Renquist

  Book Two of the Daily Grind Series

  Naomie has a craving. She wants to deliver her cookies to Dane while he’s at work, shop with Mia to find the perfect outlet store and heat things up poolside with a few close friends. She won’t be satisfied until she goes down her to-do list and checks every box: morning anal, office play, lesbian sex for the camera, see-through swimsuits and an all-male threesome…

  Just a typical Friday for an exhibitionist housewife.

  An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  Overcoming the Need

  Zenobia Renquist

  Chapter One

  For Cookies

  Naomie licked her lips as she surveyed her options. She knew which one she wanted but she liked looking at the others and getting excited…not that she wasn’t excited already. The shallow drawer that ran half the length of the dresser had her attention. It held part of her anal plug collection—the ones without tails attached.

  Each plug had a memory connected to it, starting with the day she and Dane had bought it. All the plugs had been purchased after Naomie got together with Dane. Her husband was a serious ass man. If he wasn’t fucking her ass, he was fingering or toying it. He was the major reason for her anal sensitivity.

  Because her asshole belonged to Dane and Dane alone, he loved to plug it—a visual Do Not Enter sign for her sex friends. Her usual daily-wear plug was a stainless steel teardrop with a jeweled base. She had two different sizes and multiple colors but she couldn’t wear one of those today, not yet.

  She ran her fingers over her row of regulars on the way to her choice for the morning. The black glass plug was cold when she picked it up. Glass was like that, taking on the temperature of its surroundings. That was part of what made it so fun. She had several glass plugs but rarely wore them out of the house because the ornate designs were difficult to sit on.

  Today was a special occasion, hence the need for a special plug. The black glass was shaped into a miniature long-stemmed rose. The base was a rose in bloom while the plug was a tapered teardrop at the end of a two-inch stem.

  She’d gotten it for Dane’s birthday a few years ago. His birthday had fallen on a Saturday and she’d brought him breakfast in bed, complete with the single rose in a vase. Her ass had been the vase. That had been a wonderfully tiring day.

  For her birthday a few months later, Dane had bought her seven more from the same line—the larger version of the one she’d bought him and then the three other colors available in the two sizes. He said he would have gotten her an even dozen if the company offered that many colors. He’d taken the day off work so they could try out each one to see which color she liked the most—a silly yet ecstasy-filled endeavor since the plugs were all identically shaped, only varying in size and color.

  In the end, Dane liked her asshole decorated with the black glass best. She bumped the drawer closed and made her way to the bed. After setting the glass plug next to the bottle of lube that had a permanent home on the nightstand, she tugged the comforter off the end of the bed.

  Dane’s breathing hitched, probably from the drop in temperature after losing his blanket. He scratched the flat, hard abs of his stomach before turning his head to the side and snoring softly. He always made it so easy, lying there defenseless and visually inviting her to run her tongue over every inch of his olive skin—a feat that would take some time considering Dane’s six-foot-six height and toned, broad-shouldered frame.

  Naomie loved a challenge. If it were the weekend, she would indulge. She glanced at the clock in time to see the digital numbers change to five. Time to wake her sleeping giant. Though they had a clock with an alarm, they never used it. Naomie was up early for her exercise routine anyway so she volunteered to wake Dane in a way that wasn’t as jarring as an obnoxious buzzer.

  She crawled onto the bed and straddled his waist, facing his feet. Like most men, Dane had morning wood—semi-erect as though his dick was trying to wake up. She knew how to help. A little swipe of her finger along the underside of Dane’s shaft made him fully erect and ready.

  Cupping his arousal, she lifted up on her knees and shuffled forward. When her pussy entrance was poised over his tip, she lowered herself. Dane’s thick length penetrated her deep, pulling a happy sigh from her and a sleepy grunt from him.

  He wasn’t awake. She didn’t have to check to make sure. Her husband needed a little more coaxing to let go of sleep and she planned to give it to him. She had to get situated first, which meant leaning back on her hands and fitting his dick more snugly inside her. The slight shifts that drove him deeper as she adjusted her position had Naomie biting her bottom lip and whimpering.

  She gave her body a test roll to get her rhythm. The motion pressed Dane’s tip against her core before sliding him along her channel. Another roll and he nudged her core again. Naomie decided a full body roll was overdoing it. She settled on swirling her hips so she rode Dane’s dick. As she picked up speed, she panted loudly with her head tossed back.

  Morning sex after a workout was the best. She didn’t know why it had taken them moving to a new house before she discovered it. Her workout routine used to be after Dane went to work, except the neighbors had complained. Switching to exercising before Dane woke up had worried her because she hadn’t wanted to be too tired to enjoy their morning quickie.

  That was so not the case. If anything, her morning workout had turned into a form of foreplay. That especially held true because of her male neighbors turning out to watch her. Just thinking about all those men staring at her while they jerked off got her so wet she was dripping down the insides of her thighs by the time she woke Dane.

  His dick slid in and out of her with ease, massaging her pussy, making her wish he would wake up already so the real fun could begin. She let out a savoring groan.

  Dane yawned loud and scratched his chest. “Morning, sugar.”

  “Morning.” She smiled over her shoulder at him.

  He snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her so she lay back. She moved her head to the side so she didn’t stuff her long, dark-brown ponytail in his face. While she was busy adjusting, Dane raised his knees and took control. He palmed her left breast, started stroking her clit with his free hand and bucked beneath her in a rapid pace.

  It was hard to believe he’d just woken up with the speed he moved. He circled the pads of his fingers over her clit quickly and tugged at her nipple ring as he kneaded her breast. “Mmmm. A very good morning.” He licked her neck and then nibbled at her earlobe.

  Naomie sucked in a loud gasp of pleasure. “Oh fuck!”

  Propping her feet on his raised knees, she braced herself and enjoyed her husband’s wake-up call. She’d chosen wisely with this position. But then she’d never chosen unwisely. Any position was amazing so long as Dane was part of it.

  “You are so hungry for it, sugar.”

  “Oh yes, Big D. Give it to me.”

  “So fucking wet.” He let out a hungry growl and then latched his mouth on to her neck below her ear, sucking hard enough that he would leave a hickey.

  Naomie covered her mouth to control her screams of satisfaction. She reached back for the headboard with her free hand and had to swat for it before she could grab it. It didn’t help anchor her because the bed was rocking too.

  “Oh my God! I love it. I love it. I love you.” She chanted the litany over and over until she was crying out again.

  Dane exhaled hard against her neck. “That’s it. Oh yeah.”

  She shook her head. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

  She begged him to keep going but her climax rendered her silent as the sensation crashed into her.
Her knees drew up to her chest involuntarily and she forgot to breathe.

  “That’s my sugar.” Dane laughed as he kept moving, hammering her pussy and rubbing her clit.

  Naomie gulped in mouthfuls of air so she could talk. “Yes! Oh my God! Right there. Right there. Right there. Going to come again. Again. Oh, Big D. Yes!” She clenched her inner muscles as another orgasm threatened to peak.

  He laid a loud kiss on her cheek. “My pussy is hungry this morning, gripping my dick tight like that. She wants her cream.” He slowed until he was easing in and out of her channel in long strokes.

  She whimpered with need. She was so close. Lowering her feet back to Dane’s knees, she decided to speed things up if he wouldn’t. Dane’s hand on her clit held her immobile for his slow torture.

  “Hungry little pussy. Isn’t that a hungry pussy?”

  “Yes. Yes, Big D. Please. Give it to me, please.” Squirming and writhing against his chest didn’t help her get free of him. “Please. Please. Please.” She let out begging mewls.

  “That’s what I wanted.” He stroked her clit fast as he resumed surging into her pussy.

  Naomie climaxed to the feel of Dane’s erection prodding her core. She arched her back, pressing her left breast into his hand, and whined with the need to have more and for the desire to stop.

  Dane buried his dick to the base and spilled himself. Each hot spurt of cum made him jerk so he continued stroking her pussy.

  He relaxed against the bed and heaved a satisfied sigh as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “You are the best fucking alarm ever, sugar.”

  All she could manage was a soft whimper.

  Chuckling softly, Dane dropped another kiss on her neck. “Pussy got her cream and now she’s all sleepy.”

  She nodded.

  He rolled, placing Naomie on her side so he spooned her. One more kiss on her neck, closer to her jaw this time, and he eased his dick free. Naomie gasped and balled in on herself, still sensitive from her double orgasm.

  Dane patted her side and headed for the bathroom. He stretched with his arms in the air, shifting his head from side to side. “Damn good morning.”

  Naomie waved him away. He’d taken all her energy, leaving her exhausted and ready for sleep. She needed to stay awake until he left, though, so she could kiss him goodbye. That was requisite. They never parted without a kiss goodbye.

  She also needed to use the bathroom after him and take a shower. Before all that, she should get up or else the semen dripping from her pussy would create a wet spot on the sheets. Prudent suggestions all but none of them happened.

  Naomie blinked. The next thing she knew Dane was petting her ass while making an approving noise. “That’s what I like to see—pussy sated and drooling.” He trailed a single finger between her cum-soaked lower lips.

  A tiny moan left her as she readied for the next round. Dane leaned over the bed and placed his wet finger against her mouth. Naomie licked it clean and then sucked it.

  Dane slipped his free hand under her side and around her waist and pulled her ass-first to the edge of the bed. With amusement he said, “I shouldn’t have done that. Pussy was napping and happy but I think I woke her up.” He pressed his pant-clad erection against her ass.

  Naomie shifted on her side so she rubbed the hardness and tempted Dane to continue what he’d started. He was dressed, with his short black hair styled in a sleek side comb, and ready for work, which meant she’d fallen asleep after all and longer than she’d thought.

  Dane wiggled the finger inside Naomie’s mouth, petting her tongue, before he retrieved it and smoothed it around the rim of her asshole. He made a knowing sound when she let out a happy rumble. “Yup. Pussy is awake and hungry again. Pussy is going to have to settle for what she got, and a pacifier.”

  While she could pout, Naomie didn’t bother. Sex all day was a weekend thing. Dane had to go to work. Plus he would be home early since it was Friday.

  He asked, “What’s this then?”

  She glanced over her shoulder.

  Dane picked up the rose plug and then arched an eyebrow at her. “Fancy now, aren’t we?”

  “Just wanted to feel pretty.”

  “And who’s going to see this?”

  Naomie tried to suppress her smile as she turned her face away and settled back on her side.

  “Naomie,” Dane said with an edge of warning. When she didn’t answer, he slipped his finger into her asshole and wiggled it quickly.

  Naomie squealed in delight but shook her head.

  “Fine. If you won’t tell me then you aren’t getting it.” He freed his finger and headed for the dresser, probably to pick out another plug.

  Naomie said quickly, “You, Dane. Just you.”

  He stopped and faced her. “Me?”

  She nodded. “Only you.”

  He looked down at the rose and then back at her. “You’re not going out today? I thought you and Mia were going swimsuit shopping for the pool party tonight?”

  “We are. I plan to wear a different one for that trip.”

  A slow smile curved Dane’s lips. He returned to the bed and slipped his finger back into her asshole. “Feeling pretty, huh?”

  She made an affirmative noise as she pushed back so the top of her ass smoothed against his leg.

  “Sure. I’ll buy that.” He leaned close as he added a second finger and pumped. “For now.”

  At the moment Naomie didn’t care if he didn’t believe her. She was telling the truth but the way he was teasing her asshole had her distracted. Soon she was panting and drawing her knees up to her chest, opening herself to more than just fingers.

  “Don’t, Naomie.”

  She made a questioning noise.

  “You know I have to get to work.”

  Smiling over her shoulder, she said, “I’m not stopping you.”

  “Goddamn it. I’m going to be stuck in fucking rush hour.” Dane set the rose on the bed and fumbled with the nightstand drawer. He grabbed a condom and ripped open the package with his teeth.

  Naomie helped him put it on, knowing base desire had won out over responsibility.

  He drew his fingers out of her ass and replaced them with his dick. Though he acted like he was being rushed, Dane took his time nudging his way inside her.

  “Oh yes.” Naomie sighed as she hugged her knees.

  Dane gripped her hip with one hand when he started moving. He kept the pace sedate for all of three strokes before he was hammering her ass the way he had her pussy earlier. “Fucking worth every light.” He tugged her closer so he could drive deeper.

  Naomie panted and moaned and gibbered nonsense. Two quickies in one morning—her pussy and her ass. Spoiled wasn’t the word to describe this decadent treat. Sure Dane would probably find a way to make her pay for the delay later but they were both enjoying it right now.

  Their combined hard breathing was the only sound in the room. Quick, hard and deep described this encounter best. No urging or prompting needed. Naomie just lay there and took what Dane gave her while her eyes rolled back into her head.

  Dane tapping a single finger against her clit set off her climax. She shuddered hard. Her ass muscles clenched around Dane’s dick, squeezing his release free. He managed two more strokes before he came.

  After a satisfied sigh, Dane backed out. He patted her side. “You are so not good for me.”

  “Which is why you want me so much,” she said huskily.

  “Damn straight.” He bent over her, cupped one hand under her neck and boosted her up so her lips met his. The searching kiss had her pussy twitching with need in seconds.

  Naomie hummed with pleasure as Dane slid the rose plug into her asshole. The lube from his condom had slicked the way, though his dick had loosened her up first. The plug felt tiny in comparison. If she had known it would be inserted after a rigorous ass pounding, she would have gone for the bigger one.

  Dane licked the tip of his tongue over her upper lip to sig
nal the end of the kiss. “Have a good day, sugar.”

  “You too, Big D. Love you.”

  “Love you.” He pushed back and straightened his clothes. After surveying the mess he’d made of her, he gave her a wink and then left.

  Naomie summoned up enough strength to set the alarm for two hours later and then flopped back against the bed. She preferred the music of her phone alarm but the phone was on the opposite nightstand across the bed. First, she didn’t want to move. Second, she didn’t want to spread the wet spot she was creating. Third, she was already half asleep.

  She debated skipping her little surprise in favor of a longer nap but vetoed the idea. She had a busy day planned but she would be able to catch a few hours before she and Dane left for the party tonight. Knowing her man, he would be all for a nap—a real nap with actual sleep—once he got home from work.

  * * * * *

  Naomie bounced a little on the seat donut beneath her. She needed the donut because of the rose plug. The flared design made sitting comfortably all but impossible. But that was part of the reason she was visiting Dane at work, so he could trade it out for her usual, which was in her purse. Dane hadn’t mandated he be the only one putting in and taking out the plugs. So long as her asshole was plugged, she could wear whichever one she wanted and trade them out as she saw fit. Dane’s territory-marking rule had that much leeway but she wanted him to do it.

  Traffic was moving slower than she’d thought it would thanks to construction. The people on the other side of the grass median zoomed by without hindrance, mocking her. She only had another mile to go before her exit. Thankfully that exit was well before the four-lanes-into-two merge started, but she was still caught up in the backlog.

  Slowly but surely the traffic trickled forward, allowing Naomie to escape to freedom. If Dane had had to put up with this, she would hear about it later. She hoped the traffic hadn’t held him up too much.

  The parking lot for his office building was full as usual but Naomie managed to find a spot close to the front. She hoped whoever had left hadn’t counted on getting the spot back. Or maybe they would return after she left and it wouldn’t be a problem.