Page 53 of Kingston
We’re both breathing hard when he removes his hand from my shorts and rears back, tugging them and my underwear down my legs. Once he has me naked save for my bra, he stops to stare at me. A hard swallow works its way down his throat as his hot blue eyes rove over every inch of my body. My eyes close at the panicked thought that he’s seeing every one of my flaws—things which have been pointed out to me over and over again. Wide hips. Thunder thighs. Hopefully, it’s too dim in here to see the faint scars I know are visible in the right lighting. When my eyes flicker open again, he scrapes his teeth over his lower lip, and shakes his head like he can’t believe I’m here in his bed.
He shifts back and settles between my legs, pushing my thighs wide open. Something gives him pause, and when I dare to look down, he lifts my right leg, inspecting… what?
Oh god.The bite mark on my ass cheek.
The breath punches hard from his lungs as his gaze fixates on the spot on my tush which has reached the sickly yellow-green stage of the healing process. He leans in, his lips grazing over it before he presses wet kisses over the spot until I’m squirming in place. “Cannon…” He lifts his head, a heated look in his blue eyes that sears right inside me, making my blood simmer in my veins. He presses more kisses to my inner thighs, and I whimper softly, glad for the lack of light so he can’t see what I’ve done to myself.
And I can’t focus on it for more than a split second because is this really happening? Is he going to put his mouththere?
My heart is ready to fly out of my chest, hammering, hammering, hammering away. He’s right there, his face down in all my business, eyes pinned on my pussy like it’s his next meal. His head dips, and he licks me from opening to clit and back again. He lets out a feral groan and dives in with his entire mouth, sucking and nipping at every inch of skin. He pushes his wet tongue inside me, and the sensation takes my breath away.
“Oh god.” Out of instinct, I try to close my legs, but he holds each thigh with a firm hand, fingers depressing into my flesh. “Please, I’ve never…” He licks into me again, and my hands clutch haphazardly at the duvet, fingers twisting in it as I have a full-body meltdown in response to his ministrations. I close my eyes, soaking in the feeling.
A throat clearing across the room has them flying right back open, and my heart leaps into my throat. My chest constricts harshly as Archer gives me a devilish smirk. He shuts the door behind him and crosses the room to us, his steely gray eyes latched on the sight of his friend lapping at me. A rush of arousal floods my pussy.
Oh. No.I pant, knowing my orgasm is so close. I’m right on the edge, and the idea of Cannon eating me out in front of Archer makes my head swim and sends throb after throb of intense pleasure shooting downward.
“How’s she taste? I see you’re finally getting your wish.”
Cannon looks up and over his shoulder.I’mall over his lower face, and he glistens with it. His lips curve into a smile. I’m so completely exposed, I let out a whimper.
“Don’t let me stop you. Looks like your girl needs you. Show me how you make her come all over your face.”
I try to close my legs again, but Cannon won’t let me. Instead, he slides a finger inside me, and I swear my heart stops. “I-I don’t know if we should be doing this.” A shuddery breath escapes my lips, and I slick my tongue over my lips to wet them. My eyes dart between Cannon’s blue eyes and Archer’s gray ones. Oh god, I may pass out.
Cannon chooses that exact moment to cover my clit with his mouth and suck until I’m writhing. Archer’s brow quirks as he watches my hips begin to undulate against his friend’s face. Because I can’t control it. My body chases the rush, running toward the cliff. I’m powerless to stop any of it. And I don’t want to.
I thread my hands through Cannon’s soft hair. “That’s it, Peaches,” Archer whispers as he settles his hands on his hips. “Fuck his face. Make him give you what you need.” Archer’s dick is hard, I can see it tenting his pants from here.
This is insanity. My chest jerks wildly with each shallow breath I inhale. Incoherent sounds are ripped from my lips as my body riots, furiously shaking and throbbing. The only time I’ve felt anything similar was with Kingston.
My pelvis rocks against Cannon’s mouth, and I shatter. “Cannon,” I heave out.“Yes.”Lights explode behind my eyelids. He licks and sucks my pussy like a starved man as the sweet pulses of my orgasm go on and on.
TWENTY-EIGHT
KINGSTON
I suckin a breath at the unexpected scene I encounter in Cannon’s room when I throw open the door. Elliot is mid-orgasm, shaking hard and crying out a bunch of nonsense, while Cannon licks and sucks her pussy like it’s his favorite dessert. Archer stands off to the side, watching the action with interest.
I bite out, “Well, I see you took it to heart what we said about who you’re allowed to fuck, huh?” My jaw sets hard. I’m well-aware I’m letting my mood and things outside of this situation affect how I’m reacting to walking in on this, but how the fuck am I supposed to help it?
Cannon lifts his head and turns it in my direction with an unapologetic smirk.
Fucker.
Elliot jerks to a seated position, drawing her legs together, and covers her chest with her forearm. Cannon shakes his head and gives me a look I read asDon’t be a dick.Could be wrong about the sentiment, but I really don’t think so. And I can’t fucking help myself. I’m allowed to be a dick this week. My friends know I always have a hard time the final week of August and the first week of September.
Elliot’s eyes are as big as saucers, her chest rising and falling fast. Her mouth opens, then snaps shut.
I smirk at her inability to respond. “Nice. I know the boys love to share a good meal, but I hadn't pegged you for the fast-food type. Week one, and you’re already dishing it out like a 24-7 pink-taco joint.”
Her eyes flash. “Fuck. You. I don’t know what’s flown up your ass, but the fact that we fucked doesn’t give you the right to speak to me like that. You’ve obviously got issues that have nothing to do with me. Not my fault.”
My teeth grind so hard, I’m sure I’m going to crack a tooth. I can’t handle being around Elliot right now. Frustrated, I spin on my heel and walk out.
The commotion from behind me as I walk away is audible. They’re probably scrambling to put clothing on. Whispering behind my back. How the fuck did this almost-a-threesome come about, anyway? I guess I’ve been missing stuff the last few days, mired in my own misery and drowning in pain.
Elliot’s gotta be wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. Not that she already wasn’t after some of the stuff I’ve done. They won’t tell her about Juliette, no matter what kind of ass I make of myself. They’re my brothers, through and through. They keep my secrets, same as I keep theirs. We share an unbreakable bond.
