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But Archer shakes his head. “This is all in the name of helping our girl.” He shifts her away from me for a moment. “Time to rinse your hair,” he whispers in a voice that sounds as comforting as I think his touch must feel from the way she’s melting into him. He helps her ease under the spray again, and the bubbles from her shampoo slide down over her body.
Elliot doesn’t seem to mind who is helping her. In fact, she holds on to me yet again while Archer works some conditioner through her hair. This girl. She trusts us. Maybe it should bother me that my brother is so good with her, that she wants to be with both of us right now, but… it doesn’t. I want her to feel cared for and safe.
I couldn’t possibly know what road their relationship has gone down, outside of what I’ve seen with my own eyes and heard with my ears. I think they understand each other in a way that is different than what she and I have. But that’s okay. I wouldn’t expect for her to be the same way with him that she is with me. It’d be weird and not verythem.
I guess what I’m trying to process is if it’s okay if there’s athembut also anus. It’s almost too much to consider right now. All I know for certain is my heart is attached to this girl. She dug herself deep inside me almost from the moment we met.
She blinks up at me, simply staring for the longest time while I swipe the decadent suds over her breasts and stomach. I can’t help myself. I use both the sponge and free hand, working the fragrant soap over her skin. She’s so soft. So beautiful.
Elliot’s belly dips in response as my fingers brush over the top of her pubic bone, her breath shudders out with a sigh, and she closes her eyes as I continue washing her. I squat down, making sure I get both legs and her feet. For several moments, I don’t get up but simply stay there, eyes level with her pussy as I will my dick to stand down. It proves to be an impossible task while I’m running my hands up and down her legs. So. Fucking. Sexy. My heart is going to barrel right out of my chest.
When I look up again, I find Elliot’s head is resting against Archer’s shoulder, and his arms are wrapped around her from behind. His hands massage her breasts, fingers sliding over her nipples, which are pulled into taut little points. I watch, surprised at how much I like the play of the muscles in his forearm as he touches her. The tattoos seem to move of their own volition.
Running my hands and the sponge up the front of her soapy thighs, then over her hips, I stand, my cock bouncing between us. God, is this completely weird that I’m so fucking turned on right now? The girl has a concussion and here I am, dick hard like I can’t control my urges. I take a deep breath, trying to push those thoughts aside as I caress her stomach, and when I can’t hold back any longer, I grip her hip with one hand and slide the sponge between her legs with the other. She widens her stance, a breathy little moan tumbling from her lips.
Archer holds his hand out. “Lemme see the sponge.” He brings it to her shoulders, squeezing it and letting soap slide down her back and over his chest. My eyes follow his hand as he runs it over her collarbone, letting the suds run down the front of her body, too, before setting it aside.
Archer tugs her to him, and Elliot reaches for me, pulling me skin to skin with her as well. All three of us let out noises of satisfaction, our skin wet and soap slickened. We’ve made an Elliot sandwich. Her naked body slides against mine, and my dick, oh god, is at full mast, and I keep poking her hip with it as she squirms between us.
She blinks up at me with spiky, wet lashes. “Will you help me forget everything? Both of you?” She lets out a ragged breath. “I don’t want to think about anything right now. Please… I just want to feel good.”
I bite my lip, then scrape my teeth over it before I nod, then meet Archer’s gray stare. Desire burns in his eyes. We both want to touch her, and not in the caregiver sort of way, that much I’m sure of. How can we deny her when she’s practically begging us to help her?
Fuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.My breath heaving from me, I don’t even try to hold back. I let out a groan and slip my hand between her legs to press my fingers to her clit. I rub them around and around, then cradle the back of her neck and lower my mouth to hers, taking it in a searing-hot kiss. Her tongue plays with mine, stroking into my mouth between gasps and moans.
Elliot’s breaths are ragged and her entire body trembles. I get an idea why with Archer’s next words. “You like that, baby? That tight little hole. Someday it’ll be ours.”
“Y-yes.” She reaches up, clasping the back of his neck like she’s hanging on for dear life as she rocks between us. My hand slides further, caressing her pussy. It’s slick, and not from the soap either. My fingertips brush against Archer’s hand, and his eyes meet mine over her head before bringing his lips to her shoulder.Ah, fuck.My head is about to explode. We’re both touching her, rubbing against her. She’s quivering and panting, with every touch, getting ready to fly out of her mind. I push two fingers inside her hot, wet cunt and groan with the pleasure of it. She rides my hand, moaning as I flick my thumb over her clit.
“Just the tip of my finger. You can take it, right, baby?” Archer whispers desperately in her ear, his voice low and husky.
She nods feverishly. “Yes. Yes. Oh god, yes.” Her lips part, and her eyes go wide.
Holy shit.He’s got his finger in her ass.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Archer bites down on his lip, scraping it with his teeth. “I would give anything to be watching us right now. To see how fucking hot it is when our bodies move together.”
Lust barrels at me like a freight train as I watch their facial expressions. Every single moment is so fucking intense. Slipping and sliding together like this—the three of us—might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. I continue to grind my dick against her soft belly. Hell, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“Is—” She hesitates, emotions warring on her beautiful face. “Is this wrong?” she whispers raggedly.
It can’t be wrong when it feels so right.I shake my head and seek out her mouth again. Her lips and tongue slowly tease me, and her hand goes between us, wrapping around my dick.Oh, shit.
“That’s it, baby. Make him come.”
My heart thunders in my head at Archer’s rasped words and Elliot’s hand stroking my cock.
She writhes between us, her gasps and moans like a siren’s call, and I can tell she’s so fucking close. “Cannon. Archer. I’m—” She doesn’t get a chance to finish her thought. Her body lets go. The sight and feel of the orgasm crashing through her is so fucking hot, it brings me right to the boiling point. Her inner walls clench rhythmically on my fingers, and I don’t stop plunging my fingers in and out, prolonging her pleasure. She continues to slide her hand over my dick until the force of the lightning ripping down my spine has me growling out loud, cum spurting from my cock onto Elliot’s belly.Fuck yes.Mine. Fuckingours.
I pull her close, staking my claim without words. My breath heaves out, and I kiss her swollen mouth, sloppy and wet.
By the time I pull away, gasping for the breath Elliot has robbed me of, I realize Archer has grabbed his cock and is jacking himself. His jaw tenses as his fist shuttles up and down his dick, and his eyes blaze with heat. In no time flat, he too loses control, coming all over her ass.
“Fuck, Elliot. You look so good with my cum on you,” he groans as he steps forward, pressing himself to the entire length of her backside, smearing his release between them.
That was hot. Thisishot. Every single moment of it. I’ve never watched another guy come before—unless you count porn. His face…fuuuck.Archer edges around, kissing the side of her neck, and then her cheek before she turns her head, slipping into a sexy-as-hell kiss with him. Their tongues touch, then twist together as his plunges into her mouth. The same mouth I was kissing moments ago. Something about it turns me right the fuck on.
When they come up for air, Archer grits, “We definitely need to let you rest now.”
