Free Castaways by Cheyenne McCray

to remain naked, Master.” He winked as he took the tube and squirted some on his hand before rubbing it into any exposed skin. “Didn’t think about the sun. How about after the sun goes down, and when we’re alone…in the shelter.”
    Her gaze darted from him to Mike who was looking at her with a gaze almost as possessive as Den’s, and she swore she was burning up as hot as the fire.
    When he finished rubbing sunblock over her body, Sirena started to button up the shirt, but Den grabbed her wrist. “Leave it undone. I want to see all of you that I can, and I know Mike does, too.”
    He held her gaze for a long time, before he broke away and moved to the fire beside Mike.
    Sirena found her way to one of the coolers around the fire and sat down.
    The moment she sat, Den turned his head to look at her. “I want you to sit with your thighs wide so I have a view of your pussy, and the shirt open enough that I can see those beautiful breasts.” Sirena didn’t know if she’d ever stop feeling hot and flushed all over. “Yes, Master,” she said, but slowly opened her shirt and thighs, hesitant and embarrassed. A light breeze tickled her pussy and her nipples as she completely spread herself.
    The look on Mike’s face was absolutely carnal and she felt like he was going to drop the knife he was using to flip the meat, stride right over to her and fuck her by the campfire. The mere thought almost caused her to groan out loud. She could just see his hips between her thighs, or having him take her from behind. What would his dark skin look like against hers?
    Her gaze darted to Den. But did she want anyone but him in her pussy? There was that connection between the two of them that grew stronger every moment.
    “Supplies are already getting low and we might be in for another good blow.” Mike looked up to the sky and Sirena’s gaze followed his to see clouds collecting on the horizon. “I hope we’re rescued soon, mate.”
    “No shit.” Den brought out three thin pieces of wood that he handed each of them to use as plates.
    Mike speared meat and put two on each piece of wood. He intentionally brushed her nipple with his forearm and she gasped at the feeling it gave her. She bit her lower lip and turned her attention toward her plate and away from thoughts of what she wanted to do with Mike and Den right now.
    It smelled so good. Sirena said, “Thank you, Master,” and began eating one of her slices by pulling off small pieces and slipping the hot meat between her lips and sucking the juices from her fingers.
    Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. Canned, processed meat had never tasted so good as it did at that moment. She ate another bite and then glanced up to see the two men watching her lick the juices from her fingers. They both had pained expressions on their faces and she had the feeling they were imagining her mouth and tongue on their cocks again. Their pants were certainly bulging.

    She almost grinned and after every bite of the perfectly cooked meat, she made sure she licked her fingers in achingly slow movements that would drive the men out of their minds.
    Den knew he was going to have to punish Sirena good for deliberately teasing them like she was
    —and he was certain she’d enjoy every minute of it.
    When they finished their simple but delicious lunch, the three spent the afternoon gathering more wood to keep the two fires up, and whatever else they could scavenge. They gathered coconuts.
    At least they’d have the sweet white meat of the coconuts to eat when they ran out of food. If they didn’t get rescued soon.
    While they worked, Den told her she could speak freely without referring to them as Master.
    They talked and laughed and he kept finding the woman pulling at his heartstrings. She had a vivacious personality, her eyes sparkling as she giggled and chatted.
    Despite her memory loss, he found that Sirena was aware of most other things in life from sports to politics. He frowned as