At our arrival, they turn to us, Kingston immediately bending down so he can take her lips with his. She whimpers, holding onto me as he assails her mouth.
Archer moves to sit next to me, reaching out a hand to caress down Elliot’s back. “Peaches,” he breathes out, and if I’m not mistaken his hand is firmly planted on her ass.
She pulls away from Kingston for a moment, turning to wrinkle her nose at Archer. “Oh my god, tell me that’s not where my nickname came from.”
“I fucking love your ass, it’s like a ripe fucking peach. Can you blame me?” He dips in to kiss her, as her mouth opens to respond and swipes his tongue inside.
I watch the two of them in a lip-lock, voraciously attacking each other’s mouths like their ship is going down. I find myself growing harder and harder, which is bizarre as fuck considering it’s not me she’s kissing, but—I’m into it. Strangely, obsessively into it. I catch Kingston’s smirk as he eyes the way my gaze is fiery on the two of them.
“It’s okay to think they’re hot,” Kingston lowers his mouth to her jaw, brushing his lips over her skin and inhaling deeply.
I exhale, letting words come out gritty and raw. “Definitely do.” My chest heaves with the idea of it, and I brush my thumbs over the sides of her breasts before sliding my hands down curves of her torso and finally grasping her hips. She moans into Archer’s mouth, but trembles inmyarms as I bring her closer still until there’s no space between us. She moves with such intention, her clit rubs up against the underside of my dick where it’s caught between us. She takes what she needs from each of us. And beyond a shadow of a doubt, I know we would give this girl anything.
“I need you,” she whispers, her lips pulling away from Archer’s to brush mine… and then Kingston’s in turn.
Archer plants his lips at her temple. “We’ve got you.”
My heart threatens to barrel out of my chest as Elliot begins to rock more insistently on my lap. Each of us takes a turn kissing and caressing her.
I have a sudden urge to feel how wet she is, so I slip my hand between her legs, letting my fingers trail over the desire-slickened skin. It’s not lost on me that part of what I’m feeling is Kingston’s cum slowly seeping from her mixed with her own arousal. I swallow hard, my brain twisting as I come to the realization that I’m more than okay with it. Testing this newfound knowledge about myself, I slide my finger inside her, then bring it back out. White heat claws at me, and I can’t resist pushing it back inside her. Soon, it’ll be my fucking cock.
TWENTY-SIX
ARCHER
So.Fucking. Sexy. My head spins, and I doubt it has anything to do with my alcohol consumption. I’m so fucking turned on, I could probably spring right out of my skin. I smooth my hand over Elliot’s delectable ass cheeks, squeezing intermittently as I suck on her neck. It doesn’t matter that I’d jerked off while watching the camera feed of Kingston and Elliot earlier. I’m still totally on fire for her—both of them, really. And Cannon’s a fun added bonus. I don’t know how he’ll handle what’s in my head, but I have some very specific ideas about what I’d like to do with Miss Elliot Ashford tonight.
Every hole’s a goal. I’d never say that aloud to her but fuck if the desire isn’t raging through me to fill her up withus.
My tongue flicks over Elliot’s skin, and the resulting shudder that runs through her has Cannon moaning because she’s totally pressing that bare pussy right up against his shaft. He ducks his head and catches one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking for a few moments before switching to the other side. I watch as he adores her, making a point to keep caressing the smooth slope of her back and all the delicious curves of her lower half.
She writhes in Cannon’s arms, and I can only imagine everything she’s feeling right now. Hands and lips and tongues roaming over every part of her body. From the pink high on her cheekbones to the whimpers and moans she’s making to the way her body responds to each of our touches, it must be a fucking heady experience.
I nip at her earlobe to get her attention before I groan out, “Sit on his cock, baby.”
Then on her other side, almost as if we’re talking to her in stereo, Kingston murmurs, “We want to see you ride him.” He gestures to Cannon, and he shifts backward, bringing Elliot with him as he lies back until I hold a hand up that he’s in the perfect position. My bed is not only big but lower to the ground than average, which means he’s able to put his feet on the floor if he tilts his pelvis just right.
“This. Exactly this.” I nod, my jaw tightening as I feel lust move through me like a powerful storm surge.
Elliot’s tongue flicks out, wetting her lips, and she rises over Cannon, far enough that he can notch his dick at her opening. Our girl wastes no time at all, sliding down and enveloping him with her satin pussy.
I swear to fuck, all four of us groan with pleasure. She leans forward over him, and the view has my head spinning. Kingston and I both watch as she slides up and down his length, like she was made to do it. The way her pussy takes his dick is something else. Cannon is no small guy. In fact, I think the word the ladies like to use isgirthy.Yep, Cannon has a long, fat cock, and she’s taking it like a champ. I hope that means she’s able—and willing—to try what I have in mind.
I draw my phone out of the pocket of my joggers, pull up a sexy playlist, and hit play before setting it in the dock on my nightstand and returning to Kingston’s side… where his eyes are pinned on Elliot taking Cannon’s dick. Their movements are languid and slow, perfect for “Apartment” by Bobi Adonov that’s begun to play. Super fucking hot. A little dark, but so sexy. I think we all sense that we’re about to embark into previously uncharted territory.
Cannon locks eyes with me and grunts his approval of the song before he grasps Elliot’s hips to guide her movement. In this moment, he’s mostly in control. That’ll go out the window as soon as we really get going.
With all sorts of lustful thoughts in my head for what this night could bring, I clasp Kingston’s neck and pull him in so I can taste his lips. His response is swift and sure, bringing one hand to my waist and the other sliding over my jaw and around the back of my head to hold me in place. Fuuuck. His kiss is a caress at first, but before I know what he’s doing, he captures my lower lip and sucks it into his mouth.
It makes my breath stutter and my heart jump in my chest when he does that, especially when he tugs me closer before deepening the kiss. My hips—they have zero chill—jut forward to nudge our cocks together until my blood is fire in my veins. His tongue tangles with mine in an unending and turbulent sea of need, and I think we could do this all night, except… I want more. And if I know Kingston, he’ll give it to me.
Breathing hard, I pull away a fraction, resting my forehead against his. “Our girl did so good tonight.”
His eyes narrow, and together, we glance at Elliot, who has twisted around a bit, a question on her sweet lips. Probably because she reads my meaning-laden tone. Her brow raises, but she waits for me to explain myself.
“She did. Such a good fucking girl.” Kingston bows his head, looking at Elliot from under hooded, lust-filled eyes. “What’s on your mind, Arch?”
“Sometimes good girls like spankings, too.” The swift intake of breath from Elliot and the slowing of her motion tells me exactly what I need to know. She wants it. “I’ll let you do the honors, K.”
