She lets loose a small whimper, but pushes back against me, taking my dick farther inside her. I nudge forward, curling around her body, gripping her hips and leaving kisses all over her back before I ease back. And this time when I thrust forward, I’m able to go deeper. The way her ass clamps down on my dick is the most amazing thing ever… and she’s not all I’m feeling, either. My head spins.
“Oh f-fuuuck.” Cannon’s eyes shoot to mine, wide and startled. “I feel you.” His breath comes out ragged and low as I pull back and ease forward again.
“Yeah. That’s gonna happen.” I huff out a laugh, a tiny bit concerned that he’s not cool with it. “You okay?”
His swallow is visible all the way down the column of his corded throat. His head bobs, and he cups Elliot’s face, staring into her eyes and silently questioning how she’s handling this.
“I’m good,” she gasps as I move again. “So full. I never thought— I never knew.”
Jesus, I hope I can hold on. I pepper kisses over her skin while my hands smooth over every part of her I can reach. We’re moving together, all three of us at once. I’m awash in sensation; we’re all moans and heat and unquenchable desire.
At my side, Kingston drizzles lube onto his fingers and strokes his own cock. Oh fuck, that’s sexy. I’m sure the look I give him is nothing short of desperation. Does he know what I really want? He leans in next to me, whispering softly, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you, too.”
The slick, cool feel of lube drips and slides between my cheeks. Kingston rubs the pads of his fingers lightly and softly over my asshole, then more firmly, circling and circling, driving me nearly out of my head. I gasp at how good it feels, how right it is to have him touch me like this while I’m balls deep inside Elliot and feeling Cannon with every slow, steady stroke. He presses a finger inside. “Fuck.” My breath heaves out as I drive forward into Elliot, who moans again.
We’re slow moving, but every second of what’s happening here is delicious torture. Elliot moans so loudly every time I thrust into her, I wonder if she’ll bring down the house, and Cannon, his jaw is locked up and legs are trembling hard. I figure neither of them is far from coming completely fucking undone.
“I’m going to fill your ass with my cock now, Arch. So deep you won’t know where you end and I begin.”
My dick twitches rather violently. I’m engulfed in heat and flames and so much intensity, I think I might very well lose it and come the moment he penetrates my body.
He grips my hip, gently easing me to a better angle and slowly testing me with the head of his cock. I feel it press against me and take a deep breath, releasing it in a long exhale. As I do, I relax, and Kingston’s cock enters me.Fuck.A hard breath punches from my lungs.Never.I give myself a mental shake.Always.I blink rapidly as I try and fail to get a grasp on reality, because ohhell,I can’t even formulate thoughts.
My balls are already heavy with the need to come, and I’m on sensory overload. The sounds of our panting and the smell of sex heavy in the air—it does something wild to me.
From behind me, Kingston grunts, “Is everyone feeling good?”
Mumbled, muttered, and gasped responses follow, all in the affirmative. He surges forward, eliciting more indecipherable noises from us. I can’t even fucking tell whether they’re words, if anyone is trying to speak, or what. Funnily enough, the only thing I kinda pick up on is a deep, gravelly “motherfucking fuck” that comes out of Cannon like it was ripped, uncontrolled, from his chest.
With Kingston setting the pace, we move faster, and it’s not long before Elliot gasps, giving herself over to rapture. Her body clenches rhythmically around my cock, and from the expression on Cannon’s face, I’d say he’s feeling her, too. A moment later, he goes off like a bomb with a garbled shout, his eyes unfocused and breathing hard through it.
Kingston grips my hip tightly with one hand but brings his other around to the front of my throat. “You gonna come for me? How good does this feel?”
“F-fucking good. Give it to me, baby.” I can hardly stutter out a response as he thrusts into me again, his strong hand clasped firmly and cutting off my air supply. It’s making me dizzy, but I’m so swamped with everything I’m feeling, I don’t know which end is up; can’t even mark the passage of time. All I know is the feel of him driving into me over and over again, until my balls draw up, and I come hard. Behind me, Kingston tenses, and from the loud shout he makes, I know it must have been one hell of a ride back there.
TWENTY-SEVEN
ELLIOT
“Motherfucker. Who the hell is that?”
My eyes just barely open when Archer’s clipped, under-his-breath words startle me out of a dead sleep. I inhale deeply, rubbing my eyes before opening them all the way. Taking inventory of myself, I realize I’m in Archer’s bed, and I’m deliciously sore in all the best ways. Kingston grumbles in his sleep at my back, his hand resting firmly on my hip, claiming me, even in sleep. Cannon is no longer in bed with us, but I know he slept here most of the night, which means it’s probably past five thirty, and he’s gone for a run.
I was well and truly fucked last night. And not in a bad way, either. It’d been so intense, I could hardly verbalize my thoughts, even after it was over. It was stunning… stunningly beautiful. And it’d been so fucking hot we were probably in danger of setting off the smoke detectors.
My attention is grabbed by the frustrated noises Archer makes as he continues to click at his mouse, looking at who knows what on his computer. Whatever it is has him in a bad mood. I carefully remove Kingston’s hand from the curve of my hip and sit up in bed. It takes me a little longer than it normally would to scoot off the bed because… yeah. I had two dicks inside me last night—at the same time. Blood rushes to my cheeks at the memory, heating my skin. I’d been part of the sexiest centipede I’ve ever imagined.
It doesn’t seem real that all three of them could want me the way they do. But they do. I feel it with every beat of my heart. Wetting my lips, I pick up a shirt—Archer’s, I think—pull it over my head, then gingerly cross the room, not wanting to startle him. He looks so damn cute in his noise-canceling headphones. I step to his side, and his head whips around so fast, it’s like he’s on high alert.
“I didn’t know you were up,” he murmurs as he reaches up to take off the headphones. “Sorry if I woke you.”
I glance at the screen but can’t see for the life of me what has him upset… though it’s clear he was viewing footage from his video cameras. “I heard you swear at the screen, I guess. It’s okay. You know, I don’t mind keeping you company.”
He offers me an apologetic smile before swiveling in the chair and widening his stance. “Sit.” He pats his thigh, and without hesitation, I slip between them and perch on his leg. He peeks over my shoulder at Kingston, who’s still asleep, before spinning us back toward his computer screen, his jaw hardening. He scowls.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to show you something. Don’t fucking freak out, okay?”
