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“Um.” She pushes to kneeling, awkwardly glancing down at her stomach.
I reach up and trace my finger through the mess. I clear my throat. “There’s something so hot about seeing you covered in my cum.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Seriously?”
“Oh, hell yes.” I bring my hand down and cross the same finger over my heart. “I swear.”
Elliot carefully climbs from on top of me and scrambles toward the edge of the bed.
“Wait.”
Her eyes shoot to mine. “What?”
“Take those off.” I nod toward her underwear. “We’re not done.” Yanking the pillows out from behind my head, I toss them onto the floor, then scoot down as far as I can while she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She watches me in confusion for a moment before pushing them down over her hips and kicking them from her. I waste no time. “Come here. Straddle me again.” She begins to throw a leg over my abdomen, but I shake my head. “Uh-uh. Up here.” The look of shock on Elliot’s face is everything.
But despite any misgivings she might have, she does as I request, hovering awkwardly over my face. When I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her closer, she yelps, “What are you doing?”
“Fulfilling my promise to make things worth it for you.”
She shakes her head. “But I came. I swear I did.”
I laugh. “I know you did. But I want to make sure you’re satisfied. And maybe I’m being a little selfish, but I want to watch you fall apart again. I want your legs to shake. I want you to cry out my name.” I tug on her legs until she lowers herself right above my face. “Sink down farther, baby. Give me a taste of your sweet cunt.”
It takes superhuman strength and patience, but I wait for her again. I can see it on her face that she hasn’t ever done this before. Not like this. And I fuckin’ like that a lot. Making a small whimpering noise, she cautiously complies. The second she’s close enough, I go for it, tugging her down the rest of the way and pressing a hot kiss to her swollen flesh.
I inhale deeply. There’s something intoxicating about a woman’s scent. It’s desire. Her sexuality. The very essence of femininity. I read somewhere once that men are hard-wired to enjoy the scent of a female, which I suppose is good for propagation of the species. Boy genius, my ass. All man, right here. I savor the tart, tangy burst of flavor on my tongue as I lick directly into her wet heat. So. Fucking. Sexy.
“You taste so fucking good.” I hum against her pussy, and she tentatively grinds down on my mouth. “That’s it,” I mumble. “Give me that pretty pussy.” And I swipe my tongue over every inch of tantalizing flesh.
Elliot’s hands grip my headboard tightly, and her head drops back. The more I suck on her clit, the louder her moans become. I know I’m twisting her up and pushing her closer and closer to the edge. I release one of her thighs and slide my hand over her ripe butt cheek, savoring the feel of her soft skin before I bring them to her cunt. I push two fingers into her, working them slowly in and out. I love the way her inner muscles clamp down on them. Makes me think about how she’s going to milk my cock.
Elliot lets out a particularly loud moan above me, and I can tell she’s finally really letting go. “Oh, fuck.Fuck.” Her legs begin to tremble violently, and I’m betting we have mere seconds before she falls.
I rasp, “Watch me eat your pussy, Elliot. Come on my face.”
On a gasp, she looks down into my eyes as her hips rock over me. “A-Archer,” she stammers out, then bites down on her lip. It’s so sexy, I could die happily with the image in my head of her over top of me, riding my face and fingers. “Oh god. I’m—”
Coming.Her inner walls pulse around my fingers as she gives a strangled cry instead of finishing her sentence as it goes on and on. She moves almost mindlessly as she shakes with the force of what she’s experiencing. I gave that to her.Me.
When it’s over, I can tell she’s all wrung out. I lick her pussy one last time before I let her fall to the side.
“That was— I mean—”
“Was it good for you?” I stare steadily into her eyes as I guide her mouth to mine.
“God, yes.” Her lips tremble as I slide my tongue over them before I plunge it inside her sweet mouth.
This girl has come into our lives, into this brotherhood and knocked me sideways.
She. Is. Everything.
THIRTY-ONE
ELLIOT
It’sa damn good thing I can do the chem homework with both eyes shut and my hands tied behind my back, because I’m still thinking about the hours I spent in Archer’s room days later instead of focusing on my work like I should be. Sitting on his face and tasting myself on his lips is probably the dirtiest thing I’ve done to date, and Archer—oh god—I wasn’t expecting him at all. Where’d that come from? First I thought he’d be my friend. Then not. Then maybe? And then all that sexiness happened in his room the other day. He’s got me twisted up and spinning. Even though nothing has happened since, every once in a while, he sends me one of his private looks, the heat in his eyes fully capable of making me melt.
Cannon has stepped in as my protector. Anytime Kingston—or any of the other guys for that matter—has something smart to say to me, he gives them this look that I swear, if it were aimed at me, I’d die on the spot. Maybe these guys are made of tougher stuff than I am, but I’d rather not be on Cannon’s bad side. His protective side is also a tiny bit terrifying because I do believe it’s rooted in obsession. I can’t decide if it’s a good or a bad thing to have him be fixated on me the way he is. I’ve never experienced anything like Cannon before. Since day one, he’s had his eye on me and hasn’t backed off once. He’s always right there watching over me if he has the opportunity. And I do like the way he touches me. Bold and sure, and a little out of control. Ijust wish he’dtalkto me.
