Page 103 of Stranded

“She’s perfect,” Bower says with a smile. “Now let me taste her.” He pushes Kingsley’s body back a little, grabbing my breast and sinking his mouth onto me.

I cry out as pleasure zings through me. I wish I could touch Bower, but I’m twisted towards Weston and can’t reach his cock at the same time. But I can certainly see it.

He undoes his jeans and pulls it out, stroking himself as he sucks and licks at my chest, seeming to get off from it as much as I am. The sight has me moving even closer to the edge.

I glance up at Kingsley and he kisses me deeply. I grin against him as I continue stroking Weston. One of their hands is on my other breast and someone's finger is circling my back entrance, sending jolts of pleasurable lightning through me.

“Kingsley, how do I make you come?” I ask, wanting him to come with the rest of us.

“Just keep grinding against me like that. Feeling you come on my fingers will be more than enough to make me jizz my pants.”

I bite my lip and rub against him faster, making his fingers speed up to keep pace.

I turn my head to Weston and glance down at his cock. The tip is glistening and suddenly all I can think about is tasting him.

So I lean down and lick him clean, before sinking my mouth over him completely. He groans, his hand moving to my hair as he guides my movements.

I’m not even sure who’s touching me where anymore, my body is alight with sensation as my core heats to an inferno before I completely explode, screaming my release are Weston’s cock, and I taste it the moment he finds his own release, the others grunting and groaning tells me they came as well. I swallow down everything Weston gives me. The taste isn’t unpleasant, but the fact that it’s Weston’s makes it feel like I’ve won something by capturing it for myself.

I sag down, resting my head on his thigh as he runs his hand through my hair, our collective heavy breathing the only noise I hear.

Slowly the sound of the waves gently crashing on the shore fills my ears, followed by birds chirping and a faint and distinct whup-whup sound.

I frown, trying to place it. I can’t think of any animal that makes that noise. Slowly rolling over, I face the ocean and scan the sky. There’s nothing there, but still the sound continues somewhere in the distance.

I sit up and grab my top and my bag, pulling them on as I get to my feet. I make sure McStabby is still in its sheath as my gut starts to clench uncomfortably.

“Zee?”

“Shh,” I whisper, taking a few steps towards the water and away from the noises of the jungle.

My eyes keep scanning for something. It’s coming from out there, right? Weston comes to stand on my left, Bower and Kingsley to my right and I’m not sure if they hear it too, but they’re scanning the sky and ocean just as I am.

Looking towards the left, I squint, sure that it’s coming from that direction.

And then… I see it. It’s just a tiny dark spot in the sky, but my heart leaps in my chest all the same. The sound grows louder and I take a step towards it.

“Holy shit! We’ve gotta light the fire!” Bower yells. I hear them running around behind me. But I just stare in shock and fear in the direction of the plane.

If this had happened before I met the guys, I would run and hide, not wanting anyone to know I’m here. I know the guys won’t understand,but I’ve known I would live out my days on the island for a long time now. The real world terrifies me more than staying here.

We’ve been joking about what we’d do when we’re rescued and back on the mainland, but I never truly thought it would happen. I have no idea how to exist in that world anymore. The old Darla, she’s gone. Only Zee exists now. And how can she… can I… possibly exist in a world filled with people?

“Zee! We need you!” I turn and see them attempting and failing to light the large pile of wood they’ve had prepared for the past two months for this exact occasion.

Knowing that even if I’m scared about leaving here, and unsure if I can actually do it, these three have to go back to the mainland. It’s their home. They have their family and their whole lives there.

I run towards them, dropping down on my knees and pulling out McStabby from its sheath at my side, and Kingsley passes me a rock. It takes me seconds to get a spark and only a few seconds more before the kindling catches fire.

I slowly nurse the wood until more and more start to light up. Weston grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet as we move away from the flames. Confident that the whole pile will be alight shortly, we turn back in the direction of the noise, which has become more distinct as the minutes pass.

“It’s a chopper,” Weston announces from my side. “There’s only one reason a chopper would be way out here, they’re searching for someone.”

“They’re here for us,” Bower whispers quietly, as if he’s afraid saying it too loud will make it turn away.

We watch from the beach as it gets closer and closer. Soon its distinct helicopter shape takes form and Bower cheers in excitement as it heads straight for us.

He and Kingsley run a forward, waving their arms wildly over their heads as they scream, “We’re here!” The joy I can hear in their voices helps cut some of the fear in my chest, but I can’t help the gut feeling that this isn’t going to end well.

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