Page 102 of Stranded

“Zee, come here,” Weston calls, beckoning me with his finger.

I stand up and walk the fifteen feet back to the edge of the beach where he and Kingsley are sitting in the shade.

He spreads his legs and points in the sand between them. “Kneel.” I drop to my knees, eager to see what else he’ll ask of me.

“Tell me, why did you just do that?”

“Do what?”

“Kneel.”

“You asked me to,” I tell him in confusion.

“But you didn’t even question it or hesitate.”

“I—Was I not supposed to do that?”

“The point I’m trying to make,” he says, reaching out and grabbing my hands. “Is that you already are our good girl. You don’t need to do anything differently.”

“And Bower was groaning because hearing you call yourself that is making us hard as steel,” Kingsley adds, making my eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Oh,” I say eloquently. “All of you?” All three of them nod. “Maybe we should do something about that?” I ask nervously.

“Did you have something specific in mind?” Kingsley asks, his eyes growing heated as he scans my body. I shake my head. “Come here, sweetheart. I need to touch you.” He reaches for me and I climb over Weston’s outstretched legs as Kingsley takes my hand and guides me over to kneel in front of him.

His hands move to my thighs and he slowly glides them up, pushing my skirt as he goes. And when it pushes up over my ass, exposing all of me to them, I suck in a sharp breath.

He squeezes my ass cheeks for a moment before pulling me close, positioning my knees on either side of his legs so there is no space between our bodies. His hardness rubs against me, making me drop my head back and moan.

Multiple hands touch me, making my skin prickle with need, then my top is lifted clean off of me, leaving me topless. When something warm and wet touches my chest, I gasp, my eyes flying open to see Kingsley’s mouth, sucking on my nipple.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as the feeling shoots straight to my core.

“You like that?” Bower asks from beside him. His hand snakes down the front of me and soon he starts rubbing my clit, making me whimper as I nod in answer to his question.

“Look at me, baby,” Weston says. I turn to the other side just as he grabs my chin and presses his mouth to mine. He doesn’t waste a second before plunging his tongue in and devouring me.

I moan as I grind myself against Kingsley, seeking my release. But I want to make them feel good, too.

My right hand slides down Weston’s firm chest until I find his pants, I fumble to undo them and he helps me, freeing his hard cock from their confinement. As soon as I wrap my hand around him, he hisses out, as if in pain. But I know enough by now to know that’s a good noise.

I start stroking him as my other hand moves towards Kingsley’s pants, but he stops me. “Sweetheart, don’t.”

“Why not?” I ask in confusion. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“It’s not that, it’s just… with you sitting on me like this, you’re too close, I don’t want to accidentally… you know…”

I think I know what he means. He doesn’t want to accidentally penetrate me.

What about purposefully?

I haven’t shared the full story of my assault with them yet, and I’d always thought I’d never be able to have sex, even with someone I love.

But sitting here, grinding against his hard length, the thought of having him inside me is something I’m craving more than anything else in the world right now.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Don’t worry, though, I’m gonna take good care of my good girl,” Kingsley says quietly, right before he sinks several fingers deep into my pussy, making me cry out in surprise. “Mmm, there she is, such a good girl for us, isn’t she boys?”

“The fucking best,” Weston grits out as I continue to stroke him.

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