Page 24 of Not So Stranded
Encouraged, Kit slid his hands up and down Zenori’s cock while wiggling his tongue inside it and rubbing his lips on the head. Zenori sounded like they might be dying until the noises stopped. Kit looked and realized Zenori’s head was underwater,their back arched to shove more of their groin toward him. Since that wasn’t a problem, he got back to giving them their first blowjob.
“Somewhere,” Hiaka whispered in Kit’s ear, “there are whales wondering what the hell is happening over here.”
Kit snorted a laugh as he pulled back, only to gasp as Zenori suddenly came. Their cock shot a huge amount of cum straight into the air over Kit’s head. He cringed when it fell back down, right on top of him.
“Oh, good grief,” Hiaka said. They wiped at their face with one hand, apparently also caught in the downpour.
Kit let Zenori’s cock go as they surfaced and flinched at the sight of him and Hiaka. “Pardon me,” they said breathlessly. “My release was unexpectedly strong.”
“It’s alright,” Kit said and chuckled. “We just need to rinse off.”
“Deep breath.”
When Kit did, Hiaka took them below the surface. Kit scrubbed at his hair and then his face before kicking back up to the surface. But Hiaka didn’t come back up.
And then Kit’s shorts disappeared.
He gasped and looked down, but he couldn’t see anything in the darkness of the water. A moment later, and Kit’s cock was swallowed by a mouth with a tongue as wiggly as his own had been on Zenori. He cried out in pleasure and nearly went under again.
Zenori was behind him suddenly and holding onto him with both arms as they chuckled. “Are you getting a blowjob now?”
“Mmm… Hmm…” He’d been plenty turned on from blowing Zenori, and now Hiaka was down there very determined to make Kit come. “Oh, god…”
“I should drop down and blowjob them in turn, but I fear you would drown.”
Kit chuckled weakly and nodded, his words stolen away by a Hiaka’s deep-throating skills. Absolutely no way could he concentrate on anything related to keeping himself alive while Hiaka was down there?—
Kit came in a rush of deep pleasure, howling into the darkness and writhing in Zenori’s arms. They kept hold of him, and then Hiaka popped back up with a devilish grin on their face.
“Do you need assistance?” Zenori asked as Kit tried to remember how to breathe.
Hiaka said, “Nope. I didn’t even need to use my hands.”
Kit laughed a little, taking pride in the part he’d played for that achievement.
Chapter 9
Late the next evening, Kit had Eric on the satellite phone while he passed a serious-looking wooden gate on the northern side of Cecaelia Bay. Hiaka and Zenori had already jumped into the water and were, presumably, using the underwater entrance to get into the lagoon. Kit couldn’t see a damn thing over the gate, but he did hear a cheer go up both from that direction and over the line.
“And that’s a happy reunion kicking off,” Eric said, bemused. “Come around to the other side of the island, Kit, and you’ll see the yacht. A few of us will be there to help you tie off by the time you get there.”
“Excellent. See you soon!” Kit put the phone down and drove the trawler around to the south side of the island.
Already he could see the prints from at least three sea turtles going across the beaches. The land sloped upward quickly, lots of native trees creating a forest perimeter, and plenty of tall grasses for the turtles to dig under for their nests. And then there was the cliff with a huge colony of black and white Newell’s Shearwater seabirds nesting in every nook and cranny. Finally, he saw a well-worn path snaking up from a dock where a yachtwas tied. A mega yacht. That thing had to be at least a hundred feet, if not more.
A man waved from the dock with two younger men flanking him and… Well, alright, a topless woman was also standing with them. While everyone wore what looked like swim shorts, Hiaka had said going nude was pretty normal here. After all, the cecaelia didn’t wear clothing. Kit himself had taken to being naked on the boat until they’d gotten closer to civilization, so he was ready to integrate into the customs of Cecaelia Bay. Eventually. Probably.
Between the five of them, they got the trawler secured to the dock. It made Kit blush a bit to see just how secure it was after his fiasco on Ikaika. This time, the trawler wasn’t going anywhere, storm or no storm.
“Welcome to Cecaelia Bay! I’m Eric Baird.”
Kit shook hands with the tall man, his sandy blond hair standing up in waves all over his head. He looked tan and bright eyed and happy—nothing like what Kit imagined when he thought of a billionaire.
“Kit Tennant.”
“This is Larkin Mayer.” Eric gestured to the younger man beside him, dark-haired and with lively brown eyes. “He’s mated to Dean Kennedy and Mo, who is one of Hiaka’s siblings.”
“Oh, awesome,” Kit said, shaking Larkin’s hand. “And I’m glad to know we’re not the only group of three.”
