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Chapter twenty-nine

Darla

“ M o-Mo, you little booger! I already gave you more than enough!”

“Eep!” he trills, running back off into the jungle.

“Nice friend you got there, Zee,” Bower says with a smirk.

I turn to where he’s sitting beside me on the beach, taking a moment to appreciate how his growing beard makes him look even more rugged, like he belongs out here in the wild. “I think he likes to take extra for Coco,” I admit before turning back to the ocean.

“You can’t blame the guy then, can you?” Kingsley asks as he leans forward and wraps his arms around me. As soon as Bower and I had arrived, he’d pulled me down to sit between his legs as they offered us pieces of fruit.

Something about that action, about him wanting to be so close to me, made my heart swell a little more for him.

Kingsley is such a sweet man, always making sure that everyone has what they need, especially me.

And when he wants something for himself, like me in his lap, who was I to deny him? Besides, he makes a great beach chair .

I lean back against him, my eyes catching on the giant pile of wood.

For them, it seems to be a symbol of hope, but for me, it’s a reminder that this could all end one day.

It’s not like I could actually leave this island, it wasn’t worth the risk.

Although every day I was starting to feel less and less confident in that decision.

For the first time in over a decade, I was starting to imagine what life could be like off this island.

Not wanting to look at the wood anymore, I turn in Kingsley arms, my legs wrapping around his back as I look up at him with a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he says with an amused smile. I stare up into his blue eyes. “What’s your last name?”

“Oh, you want to play the question game, do you?” he asks with a grin.

It’s a game they kept asking to play while I was recovering, but I often had to call an end to it, as there were too many questions I still didn't want to answer. Especially those about my life before the crash. It wasn’t something I liked to think about anymore.

Not because it was bad, but because of the opposite.

It was full of happy memories that just made me sad for what I’d lost.

I nod my head and he answers. “Voss.”

“Kingsley Voss,” I say, trying it out loud. “It suits you.”

“Thank you. Now my turn. What did you and Bower get up to at the waterfall?”

My eyes widen, and my cheeks heat as Bower laughs beside us.

“You walked right into that one, Tink.”

“I… uh… we…”

“Go on, Tink. Tell him what happened. Tell him how I kissed you while you rubbed your naked little pussy against my cock until you made us both come. ”

I squeeze my eyes shut tight and drop my forehead to Kingsley’s shoulder, groaning in embarrassment. “You did not just say that, Bower!”

He laughs as Kingsley rubs his warm hand up and down my back, sliding it under the back of my top to soothe me.

“Are you embarrassed?” he whispers in my ear. I nod my head and he pulls my body tighter against him. “You shouldn’t be. I’m just jealous I didn’t get to see you come undone again.”

I tentatively lift my head. “Really?”

“Really. Now, do you want to keep playing the question game? Just you and me?” I lick my lips and nod my head, thankful for the change of topic.

“Alright, it’s your turn.”

“Um…” I wrack my brain for a question to ask. “How old are you guys?”

He smirks. “Trying to get three answers in one, huh?”

I bite my lip, trying not to smile at how easily he sees through me sometimes.

“I’m twenty-nine, same as Bower. West’s thirty-eight.”

My wide eyes turn to Weston. “You’re ten years older than me?”

“Does that bother you?”

“Does it bother you ?” I counter back.

He shakes his head, looking unfazed by my question.

“Not in the slightest. Age is just a number, and ten years isn’t a lot. Not at our age.” I considered that for a moment. He’s right, of course. Ten years would have been too much if I met him when I was a teenager. But now, it doesn’t mean anything since we’re both grown adults .

“Then it doesn’t bother me either,” I tell him with a nod of determination. A rare smile tilts the edge of his mouth as he leans forward, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my lips to meet his.

He pulls back with a whispered, “Good girl.”

Oh. I like that.

“Fuck,” Kingsley swears, making me break Weston’s intense stare to look at him in confusion. His eyes bore into mine as he bites his lip. “Zee, sweetheart, I’m trying to be gentlemanly here, but you’re making it very difficult.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, trying to pull back from him, but he holds me tighter. “I shouldn’t have kissed him while I’m sitting on you.”

“No.” He shakes his head before squeezing his eyes tightly shut and tilting his face to the sky. “It’s not that. When he called you a good girl, you… got very wet where you’re pressed against my stomach.”

My wide eyes glance down, only now realizing that because of the way I’m sitting, my bare pussy is pressed right against his abs. “Ohmygod!” I try to get off of him, but he only hugs me tighter, making Bower laugh.

“Tink, it’s not a bad thing, he likes it. But it’s making him want to do more with you. He’s having trouble holding back.” I appreciated Bower explaining it to me, I was still lacking some social queues, especially when it came to intimacy.

I reach up and grip the sides of Kingsley’s face, tilting it back down until he opens his eyes to meet mine.

“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 want me. 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 turn me on 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.