Fuck. Fuuuck. A blast of cum erupts from my cock before I realize the orgasm is on me, a crashing, blinding, heart-stopping force so powerful my vision goes dark around the edges. Spurt after spurt lands on my chest and stomach as I continue to stroke myself through it. It’s not really my fault. The way Kingston and Elliot make eye contact while slowly kissing and screwing is something else.
After I finish, I can’t move for a good two or three minutes, but my eyes are locked on the screen, because Kingston is somehow having an easier time lasting than I did. I say it wasn’t a fair fight, me watching the two of them like this. They’re too hot together. I take a few seconds to catch my breath, then tuck my dick back inside my boxer briefs, and head to the bathroom to clean up.
No sooner have I returned to my bedroom than there’s a thump on the door, then a few more. “Come in.”
Cannon ducks his head into the room, eyeing me cautiously.
“What’s up?” I raise my brows, waiting to see what he wants.
He shrugs, then points to Kingston’s empty room.
My lips twitch. “He’s with Elliot. Not that I wouldn’t have assumed so from earlier, anyway, but I was double-checking the cameras, and well… see for yourself.” My eyes crinkle at the edges as he gives me a wary look.
He comes around beside me to have a peek and jerks to a stop as he takes in what’s going on in the little window on the screen. He lets out a raw-sounding growl that sounds like pure animal. Wetting his lips, his eyes are as glued to the screen as mine had been. After a good thirty seconds, he finally pries them away, only to glance at me and put his hands together, then makes a motion like I should expand the image for him.Good call.
Kingston’s face is now buried in her neck, and he makes a feral noise that both Cannon and I plainly hear.
“Fucking hot, right? You need to jerk off, go right ahead. I already did.”
Cannon’s face splits into a grin, and he shakes his head at me, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. His eyes, though, shift right back to the screen, drinking in every second of what he sees there.
There’s no use denying what I want—what webothwant.
“So, I’m gonna go watch the live show. You coming with?”
I begin to walk toward the door, and Cannon looks at me, surprise registering in his eyes. It’s totally hot to watch on the screen. That’s what I’ve done most of my life. But I don’t want to do that with Elliot.
I don’t know what’s brought on this change of heart and reasoning, but I’ll take it.
TWENTY-FIVE
CANNON
As I followArcher across the hall to Elliot’s room, I shake my head, wondering how often he watches the feed in her room. I can’t really blame him, especially if Kingston is in there, too. And hell, it’s so very Archer, it’s practically expected.
It’d be different if Elliot were unaware of the cameras, but she knows full well they are here. Does she think about the fact that he—or any one of us, honestly—might be watching? I imagine Archer watches a lot while she’s sleeping, since he’s very frequently awake.
I let a hiss of air escape my lips, because now that I’ve gotten a load of Kingston and Elliot in the shower, I can’t say I blame Archer for his voyeuristic tendencies. Not where Elliot is concerned—and Kingston screwing her up against the wall of her shower has got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.But fuck.Archer is right. I’d rather see the live show. And maybe participate.Yep.
We luck out, encountering an unlocked door, when I was certain we’d need to find the spare key in Kingston’s room. Apparently, he and Elliot had been too caught up in either their conversation or each other to lock the door behind them. I flip the dead bolt behind us, and we tread quietly across the hardwood floor, then nudge the bathroom door open, only to find they haven’t changed positions much since we walked away from the camera feed in Archer’s room. Kingston has her up against the shower tiles, her legs wrapped around him while he powers into her. The sexy noises falling from her lips with every thrust has all the blood in my body rushing south. I glance at the front of my athletic shorts, and there’s simply no hiding it. I’ve got a huge boner for our girl.
The way they rock together is so hot, moans tearing from both of them and echoing off the bathroom walls. It’s deliciously sinful to watch and listen to.
“Fuck, Elle. You ride my cock so good, baby.” Kingston’s voice is full of gravel. He’s fuckingintoit.
Archer raises one brow at me, then jerks his head in the direction of the shower, signaling to me that we should move closer. I can’t deny that I want a better view. I watch as much porn as any other guy my age, but all that pales in comparison to this. Watching people I know and care for share an intimate moment is better than any porn I could find on the internet. It’s incredibly mesmerizing, the way they move together. She’s curled around him, fingers digging into his shoulders and neck as she holds on tightly. My eyes drop to his ass, not that I’m really looking at him, per se, but I watch how his muscles clench every time he drives into her body,knowingwhat it would feel like if it were me. I can’t get enough and sure as fuck can’t wrench my eyes from them for anything.
Folding my arms over my chest, I rest my hip against the counter while Archer stands across from me, leaning his shoulder on wall. For a split second, our eyes meet, and he shoots a naughty wink in my direction. It’s full ofAren’t you fucking glad you followed my lead?
He’s right, I totally am.
Just then, Elliot moans, grabbing our attention, and her eyes lazily open. I see the exact moment she spots us. If I were closer, I’d swear her pupils dilated even further than they already were, then her lips twitch before she wets them with her tongue. Not taking her eyes off us, she puts her mouth close to Kingston’s ear, whispering. From the way he groans and the heat of her gaze boring into mine, I’d give my left nut for it to be me hearing whatever sexiness came out of her mouth just now—but it’s also hotter than hell imagining what she said. I drag in a deep breath, my jaw tightening as I continue to watch and listen to every nuance of their interaction.
He rasps low, “You want me to keep going, Elle?”
“Yes.”Her fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck with one hand as she clenches the thickly corded trapezius muscle with the other. “I want them to watch.” Her eyes leave mine and then find Archer’s before she locks eyes with Kingston again.
In response, a noise rumbles from deep within his chest, almost growl-like in nature. “Fuck yes. You need this dick.” He picks up speed, and the sight of him pounding into her cunt has my blood heating unbearably.
