Page 22 of Kingston
“Is she wet?” Kingston’s voice is no more than a low murmur, but his question makes my chest jerk and yanks me forcefully back to the present.
Am I wet?My face flames redder than my poor ass, embarrassment about to take me under. My thong has been soaked since the first smack of Kingston’s hand. But, oh god, I might die if Cannon touches me and verifies how turned on I am by all this. I hold my breath, waiting to find out what they’re about to do. It’s agonizing.
Archer huffs out a laugh, nodding at Cannon. “I smell her arousal, but you should double check for us, man.”
Fuck me. They don’t know the half of it. And I never anticipated my reaction, but my body is ready to detonate.
Kingston comes over to the bed, sitting down right in my field of vision. Archer does the same. Instead of looking at them, I stare at my white knuckles where my fingers are so tightly twisted in the duvet, they hurt. Kingston reaches out, using a few fingers to my chin to tilt my head up.
“Eyes on us, Peaches,” Archer murmurs, his voice rough.
I swallow hard, bracing myself, then slip on my brave face and glare at both of them.
Kingston nods, smiling devilishly at me. “Ah, there’s the girl who got smart with me yesterday about the rules. Tell me what you think about those rules now.”
Through gritted teeth, I bite out, “They still suck.” And truthfully, I don’t know whether my words come out hard like that because I’m angry at them or myself. If Cannon actually touches me, I don’t know what will happen. Will I turn around and slap him, or will I lean into it like I did with the spanking? More blood rushes to my face, and my pussy throbs at the idea of anyone actually checking to see if I’m wet.
Kingston and Archer seem amused by the myriad of emotions crossing my face, but I can’t fucking control it. I’m all wrung out from the pain and high on the throbbing in my clit. Aroused. Anxious. Mad. My confusion is multiplied a hundredfold thanks to my dick of an ex and all the damage he did to me.
And then I blink, realizing their eyes are fixated on whatever Cannon is doing. Before I can sneak a look, Kingston grabs one of my hands and Archer the other, restraining me.
My heart rate skyrockets, and I lower my head for a split second to take a deep breath. It’s long enough that I catch a slight glimpse of Cannon kneeling behind me, his face inches from my pussy. Not wanting to incite Kingston’s wrath, I quickly lift my head, staring at the men in front of me, while their brother rests his hands on the outer curve of my thighs. My chest clenches, and I find it difficult to stop the tremble of my lip. What is he thinking when he touches me? Thank goodness the lights aren’t on. His hands slide smoothly around until he has a grip on the front of my legs.
It’s a shock to my system when Cannon’s lips graze over my butt cheeks, first one, then shifting to the other.
Kingston’s muttered, “Oh, man. Fuuuck,” escapes his lips right before Archer groans aloud, “That’s so fucking hot.” I don’t know who to focus on. My gaze pings back and forth between the two sets of eyes in front of me while I’m hyperaware of Cannon’s slow perusal of my backside.
Archer and Kingston pull me closer to them, at the same time Cannon holds my legs still, which forces me to arch my back.Jesus.They’ve put me on full display. I jerk involuntarily when something touches me through my underwear. Cannon’s finger? No. I suck in a nervous breath. His hands are on my legs, so it has to be—
Cannon inhales deeply, nudging my pussy with his nose. He groans, then releases one of my thighs so he can drag what I think are the backs of his knuckles over the damp fabric of my thong.
I practically choke, gasping at the unexpected contact. I slam my eyes shut as a million fireworks shoot off behind my eyelids. Cannon’s lips haven’t stopped their exploration of my ass cheeks, and he deftly moves his fingers to my clit. He rubs it in tight circles, sending shivers running down my spine.Oh god.My legs begin to quake.
“Take a bite of that cake, Cannon,” Kingston growls. My brows draw together in confusion, but no more than a second later, I feel the sharp sting of teeth on my butt cheek. I let out a strangled cry becausefuckthat hurt, but there’s also an answering throb in my clit that has me questioning everything. My breath heaves as I look over my shoulder to see Cannon lick the spot he just bit. A violent tremor racks my body.
“Can we turn her over?” Archer glances at Kingston. “I want to get a better look.” My heart stumbles and stutters.What?
And I don’t have time to think about it because their hands are on me, pulling off my shoes and jeans urging me to lie back on the bed with my ass near the end. They prop my feet right at the edge, planted so my legs are spread wide open. Kingston remains on the bed at my side and draws my arms over my head, holding my wrists in the grip of one strong hand. Our gazes connect. He’s stupid handsome. The kind of guy women drool over even when he acts like a cocky, domineering jerk. It’s annoying. And right now, he has the upper hand.
I’m distracted from those thoughts, though, when I take in Cannon kneeling again at the end of the bed. He trails his fingers from my clit to my ass, toying a bit with the thong along the way, moving it this way and that, his fingertips coming into contact with my bare pussy more than once. A little moan escapes as I feel my arousal gush from me.
Archer stands off to the side, watching every move Cannon makes. “Fuck. So hot. Touch her some more.”
I lift my head to see Cannon’s response, and Kingston edges closer, putting his arm behind me, propping me up. Oh god, now I can see everything. Cannon’s blue eyes twinkle at me in the dim room before he stares down at my pussy again like he’s mesmerized by it. My toes curl, clenching at the bedding as he lazily sweeps his fingers along my inner thighs. I shudder, not used to anyone touching me there. He hooks a couple fingers in the fabric, pulling it to the side. I don’t know how much they can see in the dimly lit room, but both he and Archer groan aloud, so I’m guessing they’ve gotten an eyeful.
While they’re busy, Kingston whispers in my ear. “I bet you have a pretty pussy. I think they like it, what do you think?”
My breathing is shallow as Cannon focuses on my clit again. This time, his fingers move in slow but purposeful circles, teasing the hell out of me, and send showers of delicious tingles throughout my body. I can’t even answer Kingston, I’m so overwhelmed, but I nod against his neck. His warm breath wafts over my cheek, and I sink into the closeness and the heat radiating from him. His manly scent swirls around me, potent, filling my head with things I definitely shouldn’t want from him. It’s like a drug. It’s overwhelming, but it feelsright.And that should freak me the fuck out, but somehow it doesn’t. I have a terrible feeling I’ll be trying to psychoanalyze myself later.
My heart rate ratchets up another notch as Kingston’s big hand slips easily under the fabric of my lacy black camisole. He skims over my nipple with his palm. A low rumble of appreciation comes up from deep in his chest. “Fucking great tits, too.” He cups one and then the other, pinching at my nipples.
My attention shifts to Archer rubbing his cock through his pants. Right in front of us. He doesn’t care who is watching. His eyes are trained on the entire scene before him. His chest rises and falls fast with each labored breath he takes.
Kingston’s voice is gruff when he grunts, “What do you say, boys? Should we make her come?”
Archer and Cannon both exchange a look with Kingston, but I’m too far gone to pick up on what it means.
“Fuck, yeah,” Archer groans as Cannon applies more pressure to my clit and picks up speed. I can’t control myself. I grind my pussy against his fingers, panting as I get closer and closer to falling apart. My heart pounds out of control.
