by KB Alan
“Let’s make sure Drew’s protected, shall we?”
Toby looked at the bottle of sunscreen, then over to Drew. He inclined his head in permission. Though he was surprised this was the direction that Emma wanted to start with, he wasn’t going to question her very first move.
The two of them took the couple of steps necessary to bracket him and Toby squeezed lotion onto both of their hands.
“Sir. Will you please take off your shirt?” Emma asked.
He set the autopilot back on then did as she’d requested. Four hands immediately found his skin and began to slide their way across his body. Emma’s fingers toyed and lingered while Toby’s were more simply efficient. It didn’t take long for Toby to have covered his arms and legs with sunscreen while Emma worked on his back and torso. Finally she smoothed her hands along his neck, face and ears.
When Emma was satisfied that Drew was covered in sunscreen, she offered her lips up for a kiss. An offer he immediately accepted. She may have been imagining it, but it felt like he was managing to convey trust and encouragement in the gesture. Yeah, she was probably imagining it. But she was sure he felt both of those things, anyway. She smiled at him and turned to Toby.
He had picked up his cup and taken a sip of wine while she and Drew kissed. She hadn’t thought he’d been tense before, but he seemed more relaxed now. Which was weird, because she most definitely wasn’t relaxed. She felt revved.
“Your turn, shirt off.”
He glanced at Drew, then put his cup back in the holder and quickly removed his shirt. When she gestured for him to lie down on the seat, he blinked, but didn’t hesitate, lying down on his back. She filled her hands with lotion and ran them over his pecs. A quick glance at his face showed his eyes closed, his expression easy.
He remained relaxed under her touch, but she couldn’t help noticing a difference between doing the same with Drew. Somehow, and she really couldn’t even define how, Toby’s stillness was more…passive.
It was interesting how intent could change one’s actions. If this had been just a friend of Drew’s, if they’d really only been out for a fun sail, she would have been happy to rub lotion onto him in a purely platonic way. But that wasn’t what this was, and she allowed herself to feel pleasure in her touch, in the feel of Toby’s warm muscles, his skin slightly slick with sweat. She pressed her fingers in more tightly than she needed, smiled when his breath stuttered just a bit.
Another check of his face found his eyes open and intent on her. She smiled at him and knew it was a wicked smile. His eyes widened and she couldn’t believe the satisfaction she felt. And the power. For this moment, he was hers.
When she’d gotten his chest, stomach, arms and legs, she murmured, “up.” Toby’s abs bunched and he sat up. She rose to sit behind him, one leg in front of her, tucked up against his ass. She resisted the urge to linger, but neither did she hurry.
When she was done, she whipped her t-shirt off, then her shorts. “Trade places,” she told Toby. He stood and she stretched out so that she was on her stomach, her face turned toward Drew’s face.
The smile Emma gave was pure wickedness and Drew delighted in seeing this new side of her. She’d always been confident sexually, something he found highly attractive. But she’d also been nothing but submissive with him, and this touch of dominance, as long as it wasn’t directed at him, was hot to watch.
“I think now’s my best chance ever of no tan lines, don’t you think, Drew?”
“Not many other places you can soak up the rays without something on,” he agreed, failing to mention the privacy of his own land and his perfect willingness to see her lying around it without clothes on.
“Toby, untie my bikini.”
Toby’s hands didn’t hesitate, and a grin flirted around his lips. The command had hovered somewhere between that of a top and a bottom. But it was a good start and Toby seemed inclined to let her take the lead.
The strings on her top came loose easily, but Emma didn’t move, so nothing was actually revealed. Toby reached for the lotion bottle he’d set down but paused as Emma addressed him sharply.
“Toby.”
She’d achieved a much more commanding tone already, and paused to wait for a response. Drew approved of her methods and remained silent, completely entertained. He adjusted his cock as discreetly as possible, not wanting to draw attention to himself just yet.
“Yes, Ma’am?”
“I said untie my bikini.”
Toby blinked, blinked again. Stared at Emma’s butt, covered in the emerald green material that was joined at the sides with little string bows. He drew in a careful breath and moved his hands to the bow on the far side of her body.
“I’m sorry, Emma.”
She remained silent as he tugged the string loose, then repeated the action on the other side. He started to peel the suit down, but hesitated just in time. She hadn’t told him to take her suit off, only to untie it.
Toby’s hands fell to rest on his thighs.
“Now the lotion. You can move the material when you need to.”
Drew liked that she continued to watch him while she spoke to Toby. He was easily able to spread his attention between the water, the sails, and Emma and Toby. He took a drink of his wine, letting his expression show her his approval of her actions. Nobody spoke as Toby worked the lotion into her skin. He massaged her shoulders and she gave an appreciative moan that Drew was sure Toby found as encouraging as he did. She was letting them know that this was working for her. It sure as hell was working for him.
Watching Toby ease the fabric over her ass, it worried Drew that the idea of anyone else’s hands on her besides Toby’s would make his blood boil. Yes, they had an agreement to be exclusive, but his emotions were not supposed to be this involved. Shit. Now was most definitely not the time to think about it. He needed to be paying full attention to what was going on. It was his responsibility to see that everything went well for all of them.
When Emma had deemed all of her reachable skin protected, she sat up. The bikini top stayed behind, of course. Without looking away from Drew, she patted the space behind her, indicating that Toby should take a seat as she had with him. Only she’d been working his back at the time, and Toby needed to lotion her front.
Drew smiled in appreciation of her plan. He could watch both of their faces as Toby’s hands slid over and around her breasts and belly, slicking the sunscreen on everywhere. Toby leaned over her shoulder so he could see what he was doing, his hair brushing against her cheek. Emma’s eyes closed and she pulled in a deep breath before resuming her eye contact with Drew.
Finally Toby had rubbed her whole body except for between her legs. Emma leaned back into Toby and lowered one foot to the deck, and the other to the side of the boat. She lifted one arm to curl behind Toby’s neck as he carefully spread the lotion on her most tender skin.
When he was done, she kissed his chin. “Thank you, Toby. You should probably go help Drew now.” She sat up until he was out of her way, then lay down and closed her eyes.
Drew and Toby just stared at the gorgeous view for a full minute until Emma cracked an eyelid. “Don’t you boys think we should be working our way back to land about now?”
Toby cleared his throat and moved to the jib line. Drew turned the big wheel and started them back toward the marina. Who was he to argue when she had an excellent point?
Even with the sunscreen freshly applied, Emma only risked the direct sun for about twenty minutes before heading down the stairs to re-dress. When she returned, Drew pulled her to the wheel, standing behind her but letting her steer. The wind was heavier and the boat sailed tipped at more of an angle, which made her nervous. But she got used to it quickly and played with the wheel a bit at Drew’s direction, getting a feel for the wind in the sails and the boat’s responsiveness. If sailing meant steering the boat while leaning back against the warm, naked chest of her man, she was going to become a regular.
Toby took the wh
eel as they neared the marina and Drew talked her through bringing down the sails.
“That was easy,” she declared. “And fun.”
“Well, this boat is easier than some.” Drew laughed and kissed her. “But it was fun.” They put the boat back to rights and hosed it off. Drew dropped them off at a decent chain restaurant to wait for a table while he ran an errand he refused to explain. She had no difficulty talking to Toby while they were alone, their conversation spanning a wide variety of topics. She found him funny, smart and endearing. They ate dinner without lingering, then headed home. Again, she insisted Toby take shotgun. She sat in the middle of the backseat and leaned forward, resting an elbow on each front seat. The feeling of being closed in, surrounded by darkness, after spending the afternoon on the open sea, gave her a sense of intimacy. Keeping her voice low, she took a chance.
“Toby, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I was just wondering if you were thinking about dating, yet.”
Drew’s eyes met hers in the review mirror, then he glanced at his friend before looking forward again.
Toby remained silent for a minute, then he leaned back against the headrest and rolled his head so he could see her. “I’m at the point where I’m thinking that it is a possibility for the future. I’m not ready right now. I’m just…not.” He looked away from her. “But, I did go to the club. For the first time since Drew and I went together.”
“How was that?” Drew asked.
“Fine. It was good to see friends. Mistress Donna let her Rose suck me off.” He shrugged and Emma thought he was embarrassed, though she wasn’t sure if it was for the act or for talking about it in front of her. She let her hand drop down to his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“I was thinking it might be a good idea to date outside the lifestyle, when I’m ready. Just until I get my feet under me.”
“Why?” Drew asked.
“Partly I’m nervous about trying to find someone now that I’m a teacher. I met Caroline just before I started my first position. I have to be more careful now.”
Drew nodded. “It’s a serious concern. The last thing you need is to get fired. It would be very difficult for you to find another job in that situation.”
“That sucks that you even have to worry about that,” Emma said.
“But he does,” Drew snapped.
She pulled back. “I know he does. And it sucks.”
“Anyway,” Toby said softly, “it’s not really a problem yet. Just something I’m starting to think about. For later.”
They stayed quiet for a while, Emma leaning back against her own seat, trying not to stew. She told herself Drew hadn’t meant to be pissy with her, he just hated the situation. And so did she. Closing her eyes, she drifted for the rest of the drive home. It was late when they pulled up to the house.
They unpacked the car and got Toby situated in the guest room without bringing up what had happened on the boat. It seemed by unspoken agreement, they would let it rest for the night, decide what more would be done, if anything, the next day. Emma had no doubt at this point that it would be something. She just wasn’t sure what.
She took a quick shower, then flopped onto Drew’s bed while he did the same. When he joined her, she waited for him to get comfortable, then draped herself over him.
“That was a really nice day,” she said, then yawned hugely.
He ran a hand over her hair, settled his palm at the nape of her neck. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m glad you like Toby.”
“Maybe I was pretending, putting on a good face since he’s your best friend.”
“Mmm hmm. I’m sure you rub lotion all over the bodies of men you merely tolerate to keep the peace.”
“Oh, sure, all the time.”
He smacked her butt.
“You’re right, of course, oh great and wonderful Master. I liked him. A lot. I hate that he’s so sad.”
“I hate it too. I wish there was something I could do.”
“You do what you can, by being his friend. Being there for him. Tell me about when you took him to the club. If it’s not private.”
“I told you we never interacted together, sexually, until he was with Caroline. She wanted to explore his bisexuality a bit, something he hadn’t ever done before. Neither of us had. I don’t really think I am, in the truest sense, but sometimes a good sub is a good sub, regardless of gender, you know?”
“I think so. I’ve been attracted to a couple of Dommes just because of how they scene, how they treat their subs. Who they are. I might have been willing to do something with them, given the opportunity.”
He nodded. “Caroline was attracted to the idea of two men together, but she knew she could never actually share Toby with someone in a relationship. Neither of them would have been okay with that. But as long as she was controlling the situation, she wanted to have some interactions. She asked me if I’d be willing to let him serve me, under her direction.”
He shrugged, adjusted the pillow under his head. “I’d seriously never considered him sexually before. But I’d found their interactions compelling. And attractive. And I’d never had a guy blow me before, so I thought, what the hell?”
She snorted. “What, a mouth is a mouth, right?”
This time he pinched her backside. “You asked me to tell you the story.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“She discussed the whole thing with him. We considered doing it somewhere else, but decided the club would be more appropriate. To make it completely clear it was a scene, not something more…intimate, I guess you could say. Toby knew it would be me, knew he would be expected to obey everything Caroline ordered immediately and completely unless he said his safe word or gave his signal. She got him into the club, had him kneel at her feet for an hour while she petted him and talked to him about what they could see.”
“She was making sure he was as fully in sub mode as possible without actually starting a scene,” she said, imagining it from Caroline’s perspective.
He smiled at her understanding. “She blindfolded him and put on nipple clamps and a cock ring, locked his hands behind his back. Then I came over from where I’d been staying out of sight.” He paused and gave her a look. Though he’d been talking about sex and clubs, he’d been relaxed. Now, with one small change in attitude, he was in Dom mode. Before he even spoke, she knew his next words would be an order. Her pussy clenched.
“Sit up.”
His hand stayed on her neck as she rose slowly to her knees. He sat up, plumped the pillow behind him and leaned against the headboard. Then he pulled her into his lap. She snuggled against him, back against his chest, her legs on the outsides of his so that she was wide open. He rested one hand possessively over her center while the other began to tease over her breasts.
“Caroline gave me her chair and she stood on a little platform over Toby so that his face was level with her pussy.” Drew’s low murmur in her ear, his words, his tone, all had her sex getting wet. She fought not to move, not to buck up into his hand.
“She freed one of his hands and moved it to her pussy. She pushed his fingers into her.” Drew slid two fingers into her, timing it with his words. She dropped her head to his shoulder and forced herself to stay still.
“When his fingers were good and wet, which didn’t take long, she guided his hand to my dick.” He trailed his fingers up her stomach, leaving a line of wetness.
“She wrapped his hand around me, wiping her cream onto my skin while she moved to stand over him so that the heat of her pussy was against his neck.” His questing fingers found her nipple, circled it slowly. She bit her lip to keep from crying out or begging.
“Caroline relocked his wrists behind his back and held my dick steady for Toby. She brushed me against his lips and when he tried to take me in, she pulled his head back hard, reminded him that she was in charge and he wouldn’t do anything without her direct permission.” He squeezed her nipple sharply, as if in re
primand for the actions of another sub years before. A small gasp escaped her.
“She made Toby stick his tongue out, swore she’d punish him if he so much as moved a muscle, including his tongue, then ran that tongue up my cock by moving his head for him.”
Emma swallowed hard, as affected by his words, by the visual he painted as she was by the return of his fingers to her core. He dipped inside, gathered more cream, brought it to her clit, circled.
“When she’d decided he was being obedient enough, she ordered him to open his mouth and she directed him to cover me. Then she told him to do as they’d practiced. Apparently she’d had him blowing her strap-on for lessons.”
“How—” Emma had to swallow a couple of times before she could continue. His fingers never stopped moving gently, slowly, around and around her clit. “How did that feel?”
“Amazing. I don’t know how much of it was watching the two of them together. They had an incredible connection. Of course, some of it was just that he had a hot mouth and was eager to put it to use. He worshiped my cock, with Caroline standing over him, probably dripping all over his back, until I came.” He moved his fingers back down, slid inside her and began to pump. His other hand squeezed her breasts and flicked her nipples until she moaned.
“When I had come, and Toby had cleaned me up like a good sub, Caroline took another seat and made him sit with his chin resting on the chair, between her legs, ordering him to lick her every few minutes, but only one or two licks at a time, while she and I discussed his cock-sucking technique.”
He caught her chin in his hand, angled her head so that he could kiss her cheek. He thumbed her clit while speeding up his thrusting motion. “Come for me, Emma. Come, now.”
She did, with a low cry she could only hope didn’t carry down the hall. He lifted her limp body, fit her over him and pulled her down until he was buried deep within. He pushed her forward until she was on shaky hands and knees, thrust in and out of her in a frenzy that should have hurt but felt oh so good. He came with a groan, rolling them to their sides.
