Page 75 of Stranded

“Is that true?” He nods silently, a pained expression on his face.

I bite my lip as I consider my next step. He’s obviously leaving it to me to decide where to go from here. He’d let me walk away right now if I wanted to. But I don’t. I might want him just as bad as he seems to wantme. But mostly, I wanted to show him that I care about his happiness, too.

I consider how I could bring him pleasure. I could pull his cock out and stroke it. I could rub against him like I did with Bower. But then I suddenly remember how Bower had made me come with his mouth. Is that something I could do?

Feeling nervous and a little adventurous, I ask, “Can I… can I touch you?” My eyes flick down to the bulge in his pants, hoping to convey what I mean.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you never have to ask, you’re always welcome to my body.”

“Will you teach me how?” Three groans surround me and I frown, wondering what I said to make them sound like that.

“Sit back a little and undo my pants,” he instructs, the sound of his heated voice sending a bolt of desire through me. When I get his jeans open, he lifts his hips giving me a silent command, so I pull them and his boxers down a few inches.

I can see his cock is caught inside his boxers so I reach down and carefully grip it, helping to release it from its prison, making him hiss as I make contact. I gently squeeze it as my eyes bounce up to his face.

“Is that a good noise?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, real good, you can start stroking it now.” I gently do as he says, working my hand up and down the shaft. “You can squeeze it a bit harder. Fuck yeah, just like that.” Friction starts to build due to the humidity out here, and I realize I need a lubricant of some sort, but a better idea comes to me.

I release his hard cock, and it swings up, hitting him in the stomach as I move backwards in the sand between his legs until I have enough room to lie forward.

“Sweetheart, are you…” he trails off as I grab his cock and pull it down to my mouth, taking a tentative lick of his tip where it’s glistening with pre-cum. “Fuck, Zee!” he cries out, so I do it again. His hands find my head but he doesn’t take control, he allows me to explore.

I start to get bolder with my tongue, taking long licks up his entire shaft. He groans in approval and I move the head of his cock to my lips, gently swirling my tongue around it before sucking it into my mouth.

I didn't expect it to feel so soft and hard at the same time. Eagerly, I push myself down further, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Fuck, Zee, that feels incredible.”

I lift my head up before pushing back down, and soon his fingers thread in my hair as he takes control of the movement, something I’m grateful for. I have no idea what I’m doing and am completely driving on instinct. But I want to learn what he likes. What I didn’t expect was for this to turnmeon so much.

Making him feel good, hearing his moans of pleasure, makes me grow even wetter between my legs. I moan myself, unable to keep my arousal in any longer and that just seems to make his pace increase.

Hands on my hips make me jump, but before I can turn around, Weston’s rough voice skates over my skin. “It’s just me, baby. Lift your hips and move to your knees.”

I have no idea what he’s doing, but I obey as I continue blowing Kingsley, his constant grunts and words of approval washing over me, only adding to my arousal.

My skirt is slowly pushed up until a warm breeze caresses my bare skin. Weston’s large hands grip my ass and squeeze, only heightening my desire for something more.

His thumbs slowly rub up and down, slowly getting closer and closer to my core, and when he finally skims over my clit, I practically buck against him.

“Hmm… so sensitive and wet. You feeling needy, baby?”

I mumble in agreement around Kingsley’s cock. “Fuck! Sweetheart, I’m gonna come soon if you keep that up,” Kingsley grits out.

Weston’s finger circles my entrance before he slowly presses one inside, my body heating at lightning speed. I’m so close to the edge, one small movement could push me over.

Excruciatingly slow, he pumps his finger in and out of me, only driving my desire higher, feeling my orgasm just out of reach.

“Zee, I’m so close, you need to pull off now,” Kingsley says as he pulls me up. I thought he would have wanted to cum in my mouth, but I obey and let him guide me off of him.

He grabs his cock and starts stroking it at the same time Weston’s finger picks up its pace to match Kingsley, and when his thumb starts rubbing firmly against my clit, I cry out, my orgasm exploding out of me, my eyes connecting with Kingsley’s. His eyes turn molten as he reaches his own peak, his cum shooting out of his cock and covering his abs and chest.

I watch with rapt fascination as my own orgasm slowly fades. I lean towards him, the desire to know what he tastes like urging me forward. He breathes heavily as he watches me from where he’s perched on his elbows. I maintain eye contact with him as my tongue darts out to takea quick taste. It’s warm, tangy and a little salty. But the way his eyes light up is what does it for me.

I lean down again and lick right up the center of his abs before pulling my tongue in and swallowing.Not bad.After some of the terrible things I’ve eaten on this island, this doesn’t even come close to bad.

I lick my lips clean and sit back on my knees, my pleased eyes meeting his wide ones.

“Was I not supposed to do that? Is that gross?” I ask, suddenly afraid I’ve done something wrong. I glance over at Bower, who’s also staring at me with wide eyes, but when he sees me looking at him, he shakes his head quickly and smiles.

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