by Louisa Neil
“If you can get it hard, you can use it,” Alan told her, his tone unenthusiastic.
“I’ve had my limit,” Eric added, lying back on the boat floor.
“Then I guess we should get dressed and head back.”
“Must we get dressed?” Eric asked. “I don’t know if I have the energy for it.”
“You can have a few more minutes, and then you have to dress,” she teased as she looked around the boat for her bra. Her nipples were still full and puffy, and it made it hard to close the bra around her. Her shirt was easier to find and pull on. Finally, she reached for her pants.
“I’m going to let your cum dry on my skin. Maybe by the time we get back to shore one of you will be interested in another round.”
Alan managed to get his clothes on and noted Eric waited until they rounded the northern corner of the island before he moved to dress himself. “So do you really have nipple clamps?”
Rae glanced at him and smiled. “I have clamps, pumps, and shock therapy.” She waited for his reaction, but he just pursed his lips.
“Who gets the shock therapy used on them, me or you?”
“I’ll make you a deal. Someday I’ll show you the machine and how it works on a non-sensitive area. Then you can decide if you want to feel that special tingling on your little nipples or maybe the base of your cock. If you’re game, I can attach one over your anus. That’s a true jolt.” If she thought she’d get a rise out of him, he just smiled.
“As long as I get the remote control to start with, at least while they’re on my body.”
“Deal, for now. Try them and see if you like them, and then we can decide who’s in charge.”
“And I’ll be gone, back in Chicago working at my dreary life.”
“Poor Eric,” Alan teased. “You’ll have to come back, and we’ll both use them on you.” He hesitated. “Unless you want to go back to the cabin and try them now.”
‘I’m ashamed to admit I’m exhausted. But the idea will feed my need to return soon.”
Rae slowed the boat as they rounded the west side of the island, slowing to a no-wake zone while she scooted under the bridge that led to the mainland.
“Thor is really trained, Rae. I figured he’d be in the middle of all this, but he just sat there and watched us.”
“Thor is confused by our antics, I suppose. From his perspective, we’re cheating him out of the boat ride. That’s his favorite part.”
“Mine is licking your ass and having Alan fuck mine.” Eric was finally dressed, back with them in full spirit.
The rest of the ride back centered on Eric’s travel plans the next day. Alan promised to call him when he got back to Chicago, which would be only a few days later.
“Whatever happens on Breakwater Island, stays on Breakwater. In Chicago, we’re just two buddies who happen to have met on vacation.” Eric’s tone was very precise.
“I got it. In Chicago, we’re just two guys.”
“And I get to stay here,” Rae said under her breath as she pulled the boat into its slip. Without her telling them to, the men each jumped onto the deck and tied off their end of the boat. When it was settled in for the night, Thor finally jumped off and ran down the pier off into the woods.
“Have a good trip home,” Alan said, shaking Eric’s hand.
“Thanks, I’m glad we got to meet and relax a bit.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, Rae. I’m heading back to my cabin.”
“Night, Alan,” she said, and reached for Eric’s hand. “I can’t believe it’s time for you to leave already. It feels like you just got here.”
“I know, but reality calls.” They headed up to his cabin arm in arm, debating about flights and what time he’d have to leave in the morning to make it on time.
Chapter Thirteen
With the last of his bags packed, Alan knew it was time to go back to Chicago. He’d stopped calling it home because in the last weeks he’d felt more at home on Breakwater Island than anyplace else he’d spent time. Eric had gone home days ago, and Rae was busy with the island and its guests. He’d made arrangements to have his truck gassed and washed before he left for the drive back north. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for on the drive, just something different than the airport and claustrophobic planes packed with people and their attitudes. That was what had prompted him to buy the truck in Chicago and drive down this last time. At first he’d thought to buy the chic sports car that he always wanted to drive but wasn’t practical for him to own during a Chicago winter. He decided this was much more practical over the long winter. Besides, if he decided to move somewhere else, he could always trade the truck.
He’d always loved flying, but that was when he was in charge as the pilot. Dealing with large carriers, he felt like a sardine in a can. Smiling, he knew it was because he’d had the luxury of space on the island. He could be social when he was in the mood and cloister himself away when he wasn’t. He’d actually begun reading some of the books he’d downloaded onto his e-reader. He hadn’t finished one, but he’d started a few. And that was when he’d finally decided to leave. He was staying in a virtual paradise, and he didn’t have the concentration to finish a book. His golf swing had improved, but he wasn’t finding any consolation in it. Rather, it was just one more way to waste time.
That evening, he’d wandered toward Rae’s remote cabin. Hesitating, he stood outside for a few minutes, remembering what went on inside. Alan had made a point of not calling ahead, opting for a quick good-bye instead of seeming to set up a sex appointment. The lights were on in the living area, and he could hear the television playing an old rerun of a sitcom. Knocking on the porch door, he called, “Hello,” and got no response except Thor lifting his head from his paws. After a quick sniff in his direction, the dog laid his head back down, ignoring Alan. He entered the porch and let the door slam, another notification of a visitor. He knocked on the inner door and yelled hello a second time. “Rae, you here? Can I come in?” Still no answer. Maybe she wasn’t there. Maybe she’d run an errand or had to go back to the lodge on business.
He decided to wait on her porch for a few minutes. All he heard was the nighttime noise of the island, the bugs flying, the frogs croaking, and the old rerun on the living room television. Then he heard it, a sigh coming from somewhere. He sat forward, listening, but didn’t hear it again. Finally, just when he thought to leave, he stood and heard another groan. This time there was no uncertainty. This was definitely a human noise. He looked at Thor, who seemed unfazed by the noise around him. With his hand on the screen door to leave, the words were unmistakable.
“Oh, God.”
This wasn’t a cry for help, he decided. Then he had to make another decision. He knew he had no right to go in her cabin uninvited. But he did exactly that. Feeling like a thief in the night, he wandered inside and glanced in each room. There was no question in his mind now, Rae or some female was in the house and was in the bedroom. Would she be alone, or did she have other male company?
Alan’s curiosity got the better of him. He tiptoed through the house and decided if the door was closed, he’d just leave. But the door was open, and Rae was inside, alone. He stood in the center of the bedroom doorway, openly watching her ride the machine. What a sight, one I’ll never forget.
Rae was naked, straddling the sex machine on the floor in her bedroom. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know the rhythmic motions of the machine were pushing a dildo inside her. Her tits were bare except for small clamps attached to her nipples, a small egg-shaped vibrator hanging from the bottom of each.
She finally looked up at him with a strange smile. “Come here.” Her tone was almost a command. “Stand in front of me, strip off your pants, and let me suck your cock until I come.”
Alan moved without thinking through her words. He simply walked forward, paused to drop his pants, and let her lean forward and engulf him between her lips. The movement from the machine she rode filtered through her body t
o him. All she had to do was hold his cock between her lips, and his body vibrated along with hers.
“Damn it,” he whispered, “You’ll make me come.”
Rae nodded without letting go of his cock. Finally, she moved her hand to his cock and pulled him lower until the head was riding against her nipple, the vibrations transferring to him.
“That feels amazing,” he said, more to himself than to her. “You look amazing, all glistening with sweat and sex. You are one sexy lady, Rae. Not afraid to take care your body’s needs.”
“You should feel it from my end,” she said, reaching to turn the machine a notch higher.
“Is there a dildo in your pussy and ass?” he asked, taking his cock in his hand and holding it against her nipple.
“Only my pussy, want to fuck my ass?”
Alan wasn’t surprised by her boldness any longer. Instead, he found her a bit brusque but direct. And she usually got the results she wanted.
“I came to say good-bye, but this seems fitting,” he told her as he took a step back. He toed off his shoes and kicked off his pants. He tore off his T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. Then he walked to the nightstand and found a condom in the drawer. There wasn’t a lot of thinking going on in his brain. Instead, he just wanted to ride. He stood behind her and watched her body roll with the motion of the machine, watched as she slid up and down on the dildo. When she leaned forward, her ass was exposed, and he took her offer.
Alan kneeled behind her and had to straddle the machine to get close to her. He paused to enjoy the movement under him, jostling his balls and traveling up his anus and through his body. Rae cleared her throat to get his attention. He tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled it over his erection. He was hard, thick and full, throbbing in his own hand. Inching forward, he snugged up behind her and grasped her hips.
“Just shove it in me, Alan. I don’t want romantic. I want to come.”
“Of course,” he uttered, realizing she was right. This was about sex and orgasms, not bonding and lovemaking. He grasped his cock and directed it toward her anus. He was thankful the condom was lubricated so he didn’t have to stop. With continued pressure, he pushed inside her, her anus swallowing his hard-on with the motions under them.
“Don’t move. Just relax and stay close,” she told him.
“You’re in charge,” he whispered, as if he’d ever had control over her.
Alan rode the machine and Rae for all they were worth. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her tit. His body hummed with hers in a motion he’d never felt and probably wouldn’t feel again. Deciding to just ride it out literally, he held on, moving only when she directed his other hand to her unclaimed breast. With his fingers wrapped tightly around them and the vibrating clamps, his whole upper body moved with her. Under him, the machine moved for them, letting her hump the dildo in her pussy and his cock in her ass with the same motion.
“You’re getting harder inside me,” Rae said.
“Was there ever a question?” He continued to hold her, letting the machine use their bodies to fuck. “What will get you off?” he asked, sucking a patch of skin behind her ear between his teeth.
“Pinch my tits harder, and I’ll rub my clit. That will get me off. What will finish you?”
Her voice was breathless to his ear. “Hell, I’m on a trigger here. All I have to do is slide in and out of you and I’ll shoot my load.”
“Do it,” she commanded and leaned forward over the dildo, letting her clit rub along the top of the machine. Alan braced himself and pinched her tits harder than he would have thought to. His cock slid deeper when he leaned with her, and she pushed back. That was it. Alan shot his load into the condom and knew from her body shaking, she’d finally come, too. He continued to hold her while her body shook, finally letting his hold on her breasts lighten. He didn’t let go, but he lightened his touch, and her hand came up over his, forcing more pressure. She hit the remote and sent the machine going faster, finally freezing, then all but melting down over it. He held her close to his chest and leaned forward with her. Again he lessened his grip on her tits, and this time she didn’t force him to add more pressure.
Alan wasn’t sure how to get out of this encounter. He was in a dead sweat, exhausted, and his cock was still hard even though he’d come. He was still in her ass, and with any little movement, he’d stir fuller. Finally, Rae turned down the machine and leaned back against him.
“Hi there,” she said, laughing but not turning to see him.
“Hi there back,” he said, and smiled. “Want me to stay here or move?”
“Relax a bit,” she said, and he watched over her shoulder as she turned off the small vibrators hanging from her nipples. “Grasp my tits, and when I tell you, release the clamps, okay?”
“All right,” he managed and knew the flood of pain and pleasure that would go through her when he released them.
“Now,” was all she said, and he sprung the clamps. He felt her whole body rack, in turn pumping his cock in her butt.
“Keep that up and I’ll be hard again.”
“I can live with that.” She dropped her weight back against his chest. “Can I use the clamps on your balls?”
Alan was speechless, and Rae started to laugh at him. “Relax, I was just teasing.” But she braced her weight on the machine and lifted off of him and the dildo. She stood slowly, stretching before him. Alan grasped her butt cheeks and tugged her backward a step, licking her pussy from behind.
“Your juices are running down your thighs.” He went back and licked her again. What he assumed would be a lick or two turned into him using his fingers and mouth on her, fucking her pussy with his tongue while fingering her ass. When she came, she almost lost her balance. He held her tight until she was steady.
Rae took a few steps from the machine and finally turned to look at him. Her hair was a mass of curls around her face, her body coated in a layer of sweat and cum. He took his time finding his balance in an awkward stance over the machine.
“How about a glass of wine?” Rae offered.
“Yeah, water first,” he told her, heading to the trash can and disposing of the used condom. He didn’t resist giving his cock a quick tug, but he was exhausted.
“Are you sure you don’t want to fly home?” Rae asked Alan. They were in the kitchen of her cabin, washed and dressed after their earlier interlude.
“No.” His answer was a bit abrupt. He felt his cheeks heat, more embarrassed now than while they were upstairs fucking with amazing abandon. “I drove down on purpose to see the country. I’ll take a different route home,” he added. “I figured I’d just hit the road and see where the day takes me. I’m not on a time schedule, so I’ll cruise home on secondary roads. Maybe some little town or city will strike my fancy, and I’ll stop for a while. I’m trying to remember I have all this free time, that I should use it to the fullest.”
Rae offered him the plate of chocolate chip cookies. Alan finished the piece he had in his hand and took another. “Which is worse, not having a schedule or not being in control of the airplane?”
“Both.” He laughed at his own answer. “I’m not used to the freedom. I have to head home and find where the next portion of my life is going to be and what I’ll be doing.” He hesitated and finally said, “After my time here with you and Eric, I’m not sure what I want to go back to.”
“The big questions in life are always a bitch. I so wanted to be away from this island when I got my chance at college. I made a point of staying there to work to keep away from here. And look where I wound up, right back here, running this place.”
“It was the right time in your life to come back. Besides, look at the business you’ve built. Even in this economy, you’re booked solid. You’re doing something right here, Rae. Be proud of your accomplishment.” He winked at her and bit into the new cookie.
“Thanks for the pep talk. I suppose for me it was a matter of having more control in my life.�
�� She leaned in closer across the counter and whispered, “The real problem is that I don’t like people. In general, they annoy me on many levels. At least here, I can influence my interactions.”
“Lady, you just like to control the situation.”
Rae didn’t give him a verbal answer, but she did nod he was correct. “Well, if you’re heading out tomorrow, I have a present for you.” She left him at the counter and returned a few minutes later with two small packages. Rae handed him one and put the other aside. “I ordered these for you and Eric.”
Alan turned the small envelope over in his hand several times before looking up at her.
“Go ahead. It won’t bite.”
Alan tore open the end of the paper and let the item fall into his palm. He used his other hand to hold it up, inspecting the item. It was a clear, cage-like thing with lots of little nubby edges on the inside and outside running along the four sides that met at the end. Turning it over, he realized the other end was round. Alan knew Rae was watching him, waiting for his reaction, and felt his face heat with embarrassment when he thought he knew what it was.
Rae saved him, laughing openly at him and taking it from his hand.
“It’s a cock cage,” she said easily as she slid it over her index and middle fingers. “Your erection slides in here”—he turned her hand over—“and whoever you fuck gets the added pleasure of the little nubs rubbing inside them. The best part is that there are nubs on the inside, too. So with every stroke, both of you will feel them.” She slipped it off her fingers and handed it back to him. “Totally washable, just like any other toy, so you can keep enjoying it.”
“I’m speechless,” Alan said, his words almost a shudder. “I’ve never had a woman buy me sex toys to use on another woman.”
“Or man,” she added, walking past him to the refrigerator and pulling out the carton of milk. She nodded to his glass, and he shook his head no. “Alan, let’s be honest. It’s just us here, and I have no reason to tell anyone about your private life. But since you’ve met me, you have to admit your sex life has taken an interesting turn.” She put the container away and turned back to him. “At least if you weren’t lying to me.”