“More,” she gasps out. The sight of her taking every inch of him—and loving it…fuck me.If I thought I was hard before, I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking because now I’ve got granite dick. If I’m not getting into the shower, I’m getting as close as I can. I grab Archer’s attention by jerking my head in the direction of the glass stall. His brow quirks, but he nods, pushing off the wall and slowly walking with me toward them until we’re a mere two feet away with only a glass barrier between us.
I put my hands and forearms up on the glass partition and lean forward, now able to see Kingston’s hand moving between the two of them, fingers no doubt providing just enough pressure on her clit. It makes her into a wild thing in his arms, eyes glazed over in ecstasy, and she’s given over full control of her body to him. Canting my hips back, I change my viewing angle just a bit, to where I catch a glimpse of his dick driving into what I know is a very tight, wet pussy.
The thought of my cock sliding inside her body makes a jolt of pleasure crash through me, and a low grunt that I wasn’t expecting escapes my lips. It doesn’t get Elliot and Kingston’s attention, but it definitely gets Archer’s. His lips quirk into a smile as he takes in my twitching jaw. His eyes fog with lust, and he nods, swiveling his focus back to the action in the shower. “You can have her next, man. I’m fine watching for a bit.”
My breathing goes all heavy and ragged, my eyes widening at his suggestion. And my cock? Well, it’s going to stab through the fabric of my shorts before I have her in my arms, and I can’t quite decide whether the idea is ridiculous or if it’s simply hot as fuck watching her with Kingston. It still makes my head spin at how willing I am to share her, but there it is. She’s our girl, and after the way she smashed that game, even if she came in second, and dealt with the rude fuckin’ mouth on Jared Hawthorne, she deserves to be worshiped. That fucker had her second-guessing herself, so we’re going to have to make sure she knows how important she is to us—how absolutely indispensable she is.
“Come for him, Elliot,” Archer grinds out from beside me, his hands landing on the glass in front of him, his gaze locked on the two of them. “Let us see you shatter, sweetheart. Show us what he does to you.”
“Baby, you feel so good.” Kingston heaves out breath after breath as he stares into her eyes and pumps his cock into her cunt.
I see the moment the orgasm begins to ripple through her. Her lip trembles, then eyes glaze over, her mouth going slack. She shakes with it, her hips undulating against him, as if she’s not in control over her own body. Holding onto Kingston for dear life is all she seems capable of doing. Well, that and making the most beautiful, sexy cries as Kingston kisses and fucks her through the entirety of it.
Slipping both of his hands down to grip her ass, he keeps going. The sound of their wet skin slapping together fills the room. Water splashes everywhere until finally he slows, pushing himself into her pussy one last time and holding there as he grunts out his satisfaction. “Fuuuck.”
After a few moments, Kingston pulls out and sets her down, but his forehead tips down to hers as he kisses the tip of her nose. He turns around, rearranging their positions until she’s standing in front of him, her back to his front. A fire flickers in his eyes as he wraps her up with one muscled forearm spanning her chest. His hand cups her breast and plays with the taut nipple while the other slips between her legs, fingers touching what I know is very pink, very sensitive skin. My brain practically explodes when her mouth falls open the slightest bit as his finger enters her again.
Elliot’s chest rises and falls quickly when she looks first at me, then at Archer, her face flushing while Kingston plays with her pretty pussy. It’s as if she wants to say something but doesn’t quite know how.
Kingston whispers in her ear, “Is this what you wanted them to see? Me fucking you? Me touching you?”
She blinks hard a few times, digesting the question. Slowly, she nods. “Yes.”
“Was it good? Did it make you come harder to have them right there, watching?” His voice comes out gritty, especially on the second question.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes darting between us, back and forth like she’s searching for some indication of how we felt about what we’d seen. “It did.”
I’ve never seen Kingston’s eyes so filled with lust and longing as they are right now. “Do you want more, Elle?”
She bites down on her lip, and if I were on the other side of the glass, I’d tug it free for her. “I—” We all wait a moment, eyes catching each other’s as we wait to see what words are stuck in her throat.
Archer gets her attention with a tap of his hand to the glass. “Peaches, you can tell us anything. Ask us for fuckin’ whatever.”
Kingston encircles her waist, his mouth going to her neck where he sucks her sweet-smelling skin into his mouth, groaning, before he releases it. “Any fucking thing at all, Elle.”
Her eyes connect with mine, dark as sin and dilated. I give her a nod as I rasp, “Tell us.”
Her cheeks flame the reddest of reds, and her chest heaves with uncertainty as she stutters, “I-I want all of you again.”
A ragged breath from Archer is the only response for several seconds. He turns his head to look at me. I don’t know exactly what she means by that, but I’m game.
Kingston’s head bobs, as if he’s made a decision, and a slow smile works its way onto his lips. His gaze connects with Archer’s. “We’re gonna need lube. You got us covered?”
“Yep. I’ve got lots of it. My room, then. My bed’s bigger, anyway.” He gives us a devilish grin before turning to grab a few towels from the rack. He hands one off to Kingston, then gestures to Elliot with the other that she should exit the shower so he can help her.
I’m too busy thinking about a few of the things said in the last several minutes. She wants all of us. We need lube.And I’m next.The following few seconds are a flurry of towels and breathless excitement as Kingston and Elliot haphazardly try to dry themselves.
“Fuck this,” Kingston grits out, his eyes landing on Elliot’s naked body. “It’s just water.”
Archer rubs a hand over his chest, then jerks his head toward the door. “Let’s move, then.” He pauses only a second as he cracks open Elliot’s door to check to see if the coast is clear. I register a sudden urgency in his eyes, and I know he sees it mirrored in mine. We hurry across the hall, trying to keep the noise to a minimum so we don’t attract any unwanted attention. Once inside with the door shut behind us, I lean against it, stopping for a breath since I’m unsure where this is heading, but knowing my heart is racing with the anticipation of it.
Elliot spins around, her towel clutched between her breasts, and her lip caught between her teeth. On quiet feet, she returns to stand before me. We stare steadily into each other’s eyes, then she cocks her head to the side, silently asking if something is wrong.
I shake my head because nothing could possibly be wrong. Not if I have her. I draw her to me, holding her head between my hands, skimming my rough thumbs over her smooth, flushed, heated cheeks. My jaw twitches at the sight of her teeth digging into her lip so hard it’s leaching the color away. I already knew from the hesitant way she told us what she wanted that she was nervous, but the lip biting confirms it. I slide my thumb from her cheek to the lip she’s gnawing on and gently tug it free. Her eyes widen, but then a smile works its way onto her face, and I can’t help myself. Tonight, those lips are mine. I lean in, nipping at them.
Over her head, I note that Kingston and Archer have stumbled their way to the bed, hands groping and tugging, and there’s an inferno of a kiss happening. This ought to be interesting. The last time we did this—all of us together—it was my understanding that the idea of the two of them was all fresh and new. But now there is no hesitation with the way they touch each other. My gaze flicks back to Elliot where she’s looking up at me so uncertainly. Does she think I’m not into this? I don’t want her to think that for a fuckin’ second, so I shove my shorts down, hook my finger in her towel and pull it free before hauling her into my arms.
“Bed,” I grunt. She smells so fucking tempting, and she’s sexy as hell with her hair wet like this. As I take her over to join Kingston and Archer, I register the rivulets of water streaming from her tresses are wetting my body. On a groan, our lips meet. Ah fuck, she tastes good. I could easily spend hours exploring her mouth. I move to the edge of the bed right beside Archer and Kingston, sitting down so her knees are on either side of my hips.
