Perfect Alignment

Chapter 9-2

“Emma, back up,” Drew ordered.

She did so immediately, clearing the space for Drew to seriously pin Toby. Once he had control of the other man, he maneuvered them so that they were both kneeling in the dirt, Drew holding Toby in front of him, legs secured beneath his, wrists held together at his back, one arm across his neck, gripping Toby’s shoulder.

“I caught something for you, Emma.”

“Oh, that is a fine catch, Sir.” She stepped forward, ran her finger along Toby’s jaw. So big and juicy.”

Toby choked a laugh, but it didn’t sound like one of amusement. He’d stilled in Drew’s arms once it was clear he had no control, his body somewhat relaxed, but maintaining an awareness and tension that Drew found delicious.

“First you need to pull in our lines.” Emma blinked at him before understanding what he meant. She nodded and moved to secure their poles.

When she’d stepped away, Drew dropped his lips next to Toby’s ear. “Are you ready for this?”

“I told you I was.”

“That was yesterday. We didn’t really do anything, but you can’t tell me it wasn’t a step. How did you feel last night, once you were able to think about it?”

He felt Toby swallow against his arm. “I felt good. Wished we’d gone further, even though I knew we weren’t really ready. Then.”

“But you’re ready now.”

“I like her. A lot. She’s great and after this is all over, when I’m safe at home and only talking to you on the phone, I’m going to be pushing you to figure out what the f**k you’re doing, because it doesn’t make any sense to me.”

Drew huffed. “It doesn’t have to make sense to you. Only to me and Emma.”

“Uh huh. Whatever you say, Sir.” It was said with more of a snort than an attitude of respect and Drew responded by lifting Toby’s captured hands a little higher up his back. The gasp was loud enough to have Emma looking over at them. Whatever she thought she was seeing, she just smiled and hurried to finish her task.

“Anyway,” Toby said when Drew had eased his hold. “She’s yours, and you love me. I’m good.” He laughed. “Besides, she’s beautiful, sexy, funny.”

“Yeah,” Drew said, thinking about the simplicity of the statement. “She is.” But was she his, as Toby had said? It was hard to convince himself she wasn’t. Hard to imagine her with someone else. Well, with someone who wasn’t his best friend, in a scene that he controlled.

He saw that Emma had finished but was waiting for his signal to return. “Anything you want to do? Or avoid doing?”

Toby didn’t respond immediately, which Drew appreciated. “No. Nothing that you don’t already know. I’ll be fine, Drew. I know when to speak up if something’s wrong.”

Drew sighed. “I know you do, buddy, but it’s been a while and things will have changed for you, whether you know it or not.”

“You’re probably right. But the only way I’m going to know that is to try, and it seems to me that the best time to try is with someone I trust completely hanging around to help out.”

“Are you okay with Emma taking the lead with you?”

Toby barked out a laugh. “Really? Is that a question?”

Drew smiled. “Really. She’s not a Domme. She’s never topped anyone. But she wants to smack your ass.”

“My ass is her ass, to do with as she pleases.”

The tiny bit of sadism that lurked in his heart sparked to life. “Are you quite sure about that?”

Toby pulled in a sharp breath. “Are you—does she—I mean… Hell. Yes, I’m sure.”

There weren’t many people Drew would trust to do this with. Actually, there might not be anyone else he’d trust to do this with. But Toby was an experienced sub, one Drew trusted to know what he could handle, to know how to work with an inexperienced top without f*****g with her. He grinned up at Emma, watched her eyes widen just a bit as she started forward. At least not to f**k with her in the wrong sort of way.

All grace, she came to a stop and knelt next to Toby, her face a perfect expression of submission and desire. Just the thing to light his blood on fire. His d**k swelled into Toby’s lower back. She lowered her eyes, placed her hands behind her back the way she knew now that he liked.

“You please me very much, Emma.”

She actually blushed. His confident, bold Emma blushed, but didn’t move.

“Tell me, Toby. Is your d**k getting hard thinking about her?”

“Yes, Sir. But I’m not thinking of her being on her knees.”

Drew laughed and he heard a muffled choking sound come from Emma.

“I don’t know. I think she can make you pretty excited from her knees. What do you think, Emma?”

“I agree with you, Drew. I’d certainly like to try my best.”

“You go ahead then. I’ll just keep hold of our captive here.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He figured she meant thank you for holding Toby just as she much as she meant thank you for giving her this opportunity. Adjusting himself so that his thighs bracketed Toby’s tightly and he was more comfortable, Drew let go of the other man’s wrists.

“Hold on to my shirt, Toby. You let go, we’ll start Emma on practicing her spanking.”

“Yes, Sir. That’s not much of a deterrent, though.” He grasped Drew’s shirt in both hands and held on tight. Drew brought his freed hand around, pulling Toby more tightly into him, his arms crossed in front of the man, holding both shoulders. Drew knew that Toby liked bondage, wanted to make sure that he felt secured.

Emma stood and lowered herself in front of Toby, on her knees but not resting back as the men were. She leaned over Toby and offered her mouth to Drew. He accepted her offer, kissing her until she moaned and pulled back.

Her eyes were heavy lidded, her lips wet and puffy. Drew was certain that Toby was as captivated by the sight as he was. Emma reached down and squeezed the growing evidence of Toby’s arousal. “Would you like my mouth here, Toby?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, please, Emma. If it pleases you.” He gasped and Drew was sure she’d squeezed him.

“What will you do to earn that from me?”

“What do you want?” The words almost, but didn’t quite, cover the sound of a zipper being pulled.

Drew could see her hand reach into the fly. Toby groaned. Hell, Drew damn near did as well.

“I want you to kiss me.”

Drew blinked, returned his attention to Emma’s face. She was watching Toby carefully. It hadn’t occurred to Drew that she and Toby hadn’t kissed yet. That Toby may not have actually kissed anyone since Caroline.

“I want to kiss you, Emma. You don’t have to ask for that.”

She smiled. “There are lots of places I want you to kiss me, though, Toby.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I think I could handle that.”

Emma put her hands on Drew’s shoulders. The way she was leaning up, she was still taller than they were, so she used him to brace herself and met Toby’s lips with her own.

Drew had known this was a completely different scenario than the previous threesome he’d had with Toby. He liked to think he’d thought it through, examined all angles. Except he’d honestly not considered what it would be like to see Emma kissing another man. But it wasn’t just another man. It was his best friend. It didn’t exactly turn him on, but it warmed him. Not what he’d really expected.

He studied the lashes lying against Emma’s cheek, the sweep of hair falling across her ear. She was beautiful and he could happily stare at her for hours. She switched angles, Toby whining for the second it took him to understand she wasn’t abandoning the kiss, giving Drew a glimpse of her mouth and tongue. f**k, he was seriously lost if he was thinking about how beautiful her tongue was. Of course, that thought led to memories of her tongue on his d**k. Toby rubbed back against the expanding swell of Drew’s erection.

Emma broke the kiss, smiling slightly when Toby tried to lean forward and follow but was caught by Drew’s arms. His friend blinked his eyes open, then licked his lips and ran his gaze over her body, clearly anticipating where else she’d like him to kiss her.

Squeezing Drew’s shoulder, she leaned in and offered Toby her breast, still covered by t-shirt and bra. At least he assumed she was wearing a bra. Toby didn’t seem ready to complain, but took what was offered. When Emma pulled back, the wet spot over her n****e jutted out from the rest of the shirt. She offered Toby the other side and he immediately accepted.

With her breast in Toby’s mouth, Emma’s face was just above Drew’s. She curled enough that she could bring her lips to his. He suprised her by letting her kiss him, rather than the other way around, until she whimpered in frustration. Then he took over, pushing his tongue into her eager mouth, commanding her compliance, which she readily gave.

Before she could end the kiss, he did, earning a moan from her. He did so love to hear her moan. She blinked at him, then lowered her gaze before pulling back and releasing herself from Toby’s attention.

She leaned in and gave the other man a brief kiss, then studied him. Drew angled so he could see Toby as well. His d**k was hard, his skin tight, his eyes bright.

Emma pulled her t-shirt off and folded it into a strip. She glanced at both Toby and Drew and tied it around Toby’s eyes when Drew gave her a brief nod.

Her instincts were good and he was fascinated by this side of her that she’d admitted even she’d never known was there. Toby was practically vibrating by the time the t-shirt was firmly in place.

Emma gave him a questioning look, pointing up. He understood what she wanted and rose up on his knees, pulling Toby with him. Emma moved quickly, easing Toby’s jeans down to his knees before Drew resettled them. Toby’s ass rested against his own jean-clad groin and Drew couldn’t help but wish that the other man’s was reddened from a spanking or flogging so that he’d really feel the jeans against his skin. Ah well, couldn’t have everything.

Emma lowered herself to the ground, clearly trying to figure out the best arrangement for her task. She curved her fingers around Toby’s length, lightly tapping along it like a very wide flute. Toby shivered.

Releasing him, she drew her nails down his thighs, sharply enough to leave four perfect red trails from upper thigh to where his jeans bunched around his knees. Toby arched slightly before catching himself, though he hadn’t been able to move much because of Drew’s hold.

Emma’s face showed clear pleasure at the reaction and she did it again. Then, with no warning, she leaned down and engulfed his c**k. Toby cried out, ground his head against Drew’s shoulder.

Drew wished he’d thought to tell Emma to take her clothes off once Toby was blindfolded, but it was too late now. Still, her ass, straining against the material of her cargo pants as it wiggled and bounced was a hell of a sight. Knowing that Toby could feel his d**k getting harder and harder was another bonus. He tightened his arms and his grip on the other man’s shoulders, tightened his thighs against Toby’s, gave him no room to squirm at all.

Toby’s breathing had become gasps and stutters. Emma reached up to his ass, as far back as she could reach before encountering Drew, and raked her nails down his sides. She hummed loudly enough for Drew to hear it easily, and Toby shouted. She hummed again as Toby slumped back against Drew’s chest.

Emma rose, wiping her mouth, which was lifted in a wicked grin. Oh yeah, she was pleased with herself. Since he was pleased with her as well, he waited to see what she wanted to do. She sat, carefully, legs to either side of Toby’s, her ass firmly on Toby’s lap. Drew let go of Toby and wrapped his arms around Emma to support her. She smiled her thanks, lifted her hands to Toby’s face. She caressed his cheek and smoothed the sweat dampened hair from his forehead before slowly lifting the blindfold away.

Then she kissed the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, each cheekbone, before meeting his lips. Her tenderness had Drew gripping her butt tighter and he saw her lips curl just before she joined them with Toby’s. The other man hadn’t moved, his head still resting against Drew’s shoulder, so when she drew back, she didn’t have far to go to meet his lips instead.

He kissed her gently, eased his tongue in to meet hers, caressed her, owned her. She melted against Toby, one hand curled around his nape, the other on Drew’s. They stayed that way for a while before he finally had to admit to himself that he couldn’t hold the position much longer.

Easing back, he boosted her butt up until she’d gained her feet.

“I don’t think we’re going to get any fish unless we go to the store.” He decided that was exactly what they needed to do to give themselves a rest, time to process. “Let’s get cleaned up and go into town.” He’d be able to keep an eye on Toby while they got ready and drove to town. Make sure the little scene was settling well and Toby didn’t have any bad reactions.

Emma looked surprised and he fought not to frown. He hadn’t gone into town with her because it was too risky. He didn’t need people asking questions about her. But three people who were clearly friends was a different situation. He didn’t say anything, just put his hands on Toby’s waist until the other man was standing steadily, then rose to his feet. His thighs burned, but he wasn’t about to complain.

They packed their stuff away quickly and returned to the house. They didn’t bother to shower, just brushed off as much of the dirt as they could and headed off to the store.