Free Castaways by Cheyenne McCray Page B

senses went on overdrive. Mike’s kiss was almost punishing, as if paying her back for all her sensual teasing throughout the day. His palm was rough as ran it down her belly to her curls and then he slid two fingers into her wetness.
    She cried out into his mouth and then almost screamed with surprise when she felt Den’s finger probing her ass and then forcing its way inside. It burned. It stretched her. It made her feel strange. It made her want to come more than ever.
    The two men were working her into a frenzy and she knew she couldn’t last. She was beyond caring. All that mattered now was that incredible climax that these two men would bring her.
    She whimpered and her body began to shake. “Don’t come, Sirena,” she heard. Den’s voice.
    Coming from somewhere far away. She knew he was there, driving his finger in and out of her ass while palming her breast, at the same time Mike was ravaging her mouth and fucking her pussy with his fingers.
    They were merciless. And she couldn’t fight it any longer.
    Her climax exploded with such intensity that she screamed into Mike’s mouth. He raised his head and she cried out again, her body bucking against both of theirs. They didn’t stop, they kept on fucking her with their fingers, front and back, fondling her, kissing her, driving her to the brink of insanity. Her body went limp but they held her up, taking her beyond what she ever thought she could handle.
    When they finally slowed, finally withdrew their fingers and hands, Sirena would have collapsed if they hadn’t held her up.
    Den rubbed his face in her hair, and Mike kissed her again, triggering another spasm in her pussy. And then he murmured above her lips, “That’s going to cost you, love.”
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    After they had canned chili for dinner, Den had Sirena slip off her shirt so that she was naked again. He loved looking at her body, the full, luscious curves, her beautiful nipples and the soft curls between her thighs.

    That orgasm he and Mike had given her earlier had only been a prelude to tonight. He knew they’d driven her beyond her limits, but it was going to be fun dealing out her “punishment” tonight.
    But for now, he wanted to spend some time alone with her.
    He took her by the hand and led her to the beach. The stars were out in the now cloudless sky, so brilliant they made it easy to make their way down the sandy beach. Water lapped at the sand.
    The tide had come in and they were higher up on the shore than they had been earlier.
    Den squeezed her hand. “Let’s drop the captive and Master for now, okay, Sirena?” She smiled up at him, and the beauty in that smile just about dropped him to his knees. “Okay.” When they neared the water, she gripped his hand tighter. “I don’t want to walk too close,” she murmured, her voice slightly shaken.
    He brought her around to face him and took her other hand so that he held both of them. Her eyes reflected the starlight, and her features were beautiful and fair in the light from the waning moon.
    “Tell me what’s wrong.” He placed his forehead against hers. “Why are you afraid of the water?” Her lashes fluttered closed for a moment and then her gaze met his again. “All I know is that I can’t swim and that I’m terrified of being near large bodies of water.” Den gave a half smile. “You were certainly in the wrong place then. Aboard a yacht, headed into a storm.”
    Sirena tilted her head back and closed her eyes. “I was going to see someone. It’s there, so close.
    A friend. But it was crazy for me to be on a boat. Nuts.” She opened her eyes and he brushed his lips over hers causing her to let out a little sigh. “Why don’t we work on this, you and I,” he said as he drank in her beauty. “We’ll take it a step at a time. You’re on an island, surrounded by water. You need to learn how to swim.” Sirena’s heart pounded faster and she shook her head. “I can’t do it.”
    “Yes,” Den’s