Sex on the Beach, Libertine Island 1
Malcolm got to the boat and found he was actually worried that Rebecca hadn’t followed, but he refused to turn around until he gotten to the boat. She had to learn that he was in charge and she was required to obey. He hefted her suitcases on board before turning around and was relieved to see her standing on the pier waiting to board. He reached out and took her beach bag, motioning for her to wait as he put her bags in the cabin.
Then when he returned, he felt surprisingly relieved that she’d obeyed. He’d started the day convinced that there was no way a vanilla was going to be able to stand working for not one but two Doms, but when he looked up at her waiting patiently on the dock, he wondered if maybe she was trainable. For all of her assertiveness, she had a streak of submissiveness that he might be able to draw out and nurture. And his hand was itching to spank the delectable ass of hers before he fucked her silly. Maybe it might work out. It might be fun trying, he decided.
Finally he walked back over to her and held out a hand to her. He could see that she didn’t want to take it, but there was no polite way to avoid it. He put her off balance by placing her hand on his shoulder and gripping her waist. Easily, he lifted her onto the boat and slowly set her down, letting her body slide down his until her face was level with his. Leaning forward, he kissed her softly, his lips barely touching hers.
Putting her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, Rebecca kissed him back, her impatient tongue demanding entrance.
He let her take the lead. It was actually a novel experience for him. Mal had realized at a very early age that he was meant to be a Dom, and all the women he’d dated since then had known and understood his needs, catered to them, really. It had been a long time since he’d had to work to tame a woman, to train her to submit. Oh, he’d trained subs before, but they already understand what it meant to submit. He just trained them to please him.
Rebecca would be different. She would battle both in and out of bed. He had a feeling that training her would be a challenge, and he was suddenly in the mood for a good challenge.
He decided it was time to take charge of the kiss. He slid his arms down her body, his hands gripping her ass cheeks and squeezing gently, at first. He heard her moan and increased the pressure as his tongue demanded entrance to her mouth as he pulled her more tightly against his body. Feeling her capitulation, he moved on in triumph, kissing his way across her cheek and moving is mouth down her neck, nibbling as he went, using his teeth lightly to nip at her tender skin. Feeling her body respond to the tiny bites of pain, he paused where her neck met her shoulder. Biting down just a little bit harder and sucking lightly to mark her fair skin, Mal could feel her body responding to his touch and he could hear her moan of pleasure.
He was just debating whether the small bedroom in the cabin was big enough for what he wanted to do to her when the sound of a male voice penetrated his lust-fogged brain.
“I guess you two got acquainted?”
Reluctantly Mal detached his mouth from Rebecca’s neck. He’d been putting his mark on her when they were interrupted. His eyes narrowed. How had his brother gotten here?
Rebecca moved to detach herself, but Mal merely shifted her weight so she was perched on his left hip, the heat from her pussy scorching his hip. He moved his left arm around her lower back to hold her in place.
“Mike, this is Rebecca. Rebecca, this is my baby brother Mike, who was supposed to be back on the island.”
Mal could feel the change in Rebecca when she looked up and saw his brother. She’d tensed at the interruption, but now she was grinning broadly and ignoring the hand that Mike was holding out and pulling out of Mal’s grip to hug his younger brother. Mal could feel a jolt of jealousy shoot through him and he didn’t like it at all. He and Mike had never had a problem over a woman, but her reaction to seeing Mike was far different than how she’d reacted when she met him. Of course, Mal admitted to himself, part of it might have been his own cold attitude. Besides, why should he even care. He wasn’t actually interested in her, regardless of the fact that he’d just felt compelled to mark her neck and his dick had been trying to burst through his zipper.
“We’ve actually met before. If you recall, Mal, I was the one to do the screening for Michelle, and as for being here, yeah, well, just after you cast off, JJ stopped by to drop off that wave runner he was working on. I grabbed a ride over with him. I couldn’t wait see Rebecca again and see how you two were getting along.”
“I knew it. When they told me ‘Mike’ was picking me up, I didn’t make the connection. It’s a common name. But as soon as I saw Mal, I put two and two together. I totally knew he was your brother. You jerk. Acting like an asshole and then kissing me. Were you just trying to make your brother jealous or what?”
“No, just hitting on you. I wanted to get into your yoga pants from the moment I set eyes on you.”
Rebecca thought her eyes were going to roll back in her head when she felt the cool peach juice drip down onto her bare pussy. Mike pushed her legs up so her knees were bent, and then he pushed them apart and down so she was completely opened up. She could feel the warm air moving over her bare pussy. She’d never waxed down there before, but from her reading she knew that many subs were bare, and she’d wanted to fully immerse herself in the experience. Now she was glad she did.
She felt him position himself between her legs, and then she felt something cool and squishy rubbed between her pussy lips and over her clit. Another peach!
She felt Mike lower his head and lick her from her pussy opening all the way up to her clit. Her back arched as the pleasure shot through her. She heard Mal’s rumbling laugh.
“Like that, do you?”
She nodded enthusiastically. He seemed to be lying beside her. He leaned over her and started sucking on a nipple again while kneading the other with his fingers. The sensations were almost overwhelming as Mike used his talented tongue on her, licking and sucking up all of the peach juice and her juices as well.
“So, how does peach and pussy juice taste?”
“Amazing. I may suggest it as Ben and Jerry’s next ice cream flavor.”
She heard Mal’s chuckle and realized that her hands were unclipped and unchained from the cooler. Then all four hands were on her, turning her over, which was not east with the spreader bar between her legs. Carefully they positioned her on her knees before attaching her cuffs together again behind her back. She felt Mike position himself between her legs, and then they carefully lowered her down so her pussy was over his face. He gripped her hips, holding her in place, and went back to work pleasuring her.
She stopped wondering about the change of position and gave herself over to the feeling of his mouth on her pussy when she realized that Mal had moved, too. He was now in front of her, presumably on his knees.
“Would you like some of that delicious peach, pet?”
“Then you shall have some. Open wide.”
She obeyed, sticking out her tongue, expecting him to drip some more juice into her mouth. She quickly realized that wasn’t his intention as she felt the head of his cock push past her lips. She moaned as she felt Mike push a finger inside her as he nipped at her clit.
“I can see you aren’t going to be able to concentrate to do a proper job of this.”
She tried to talk. Mike had just shoved in a second finger, and with the cock in her mouth, it just came out garbled.
“Don’t try to talk, pet. We’ll be training you how to focus on sucking cock even while you are being distracted. We’ll also teach you how to hold off your orgasms until you have permission to come, but I have a feeling that now is not the time for such a lesson, so you have permission to come as much as you like, but enjoy it while you can. It won’t be happening for a while. Now just relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. I’ll do all the work. This time.”
She felt his hands tangle in her hair as he slid his cock between her lips. He moved gently at first in and out of her mouth. She tried to suck gently and caress him with her tongue, but Mike added a third finger inside her. All rational thought fled and she gave herself over to the sensation. Suddenly it was too much and she felt a climax slam through her. Her body tensed and then convulsed, but Mal held her head tightly so her mouth never left his cock.
Mal tilted her head back slightly to an angle that pleased him, and he pushed deeper into her mouth. That got her attention as his cock bumped against the back of her throat. He adjusted the angle again and pushed deeper. Rebecca struggled to relax her throat.
She heard Mal groan in pleasure as he continued moving.
At the same time, she felt Mike move from between her legs. She tried to protest, but her words were lost against Mal’s determined cock, which effectively gagged her. Mike repositioned her so that her butt was lifted off the ground, which changed the angle of Mal’s cock in her mouth. With her hands behind her back, she had no balance or control and was grateful as Mal’s hands tightened on her hair almost painfully to adjust the angle of his penetration again
She almost jumped out of her skin when Mike’s hands moved back on her hips and his cock pressed against her pussy. She was so wet and slick that with one push he slid all the way in, his balls slapping against her skin.