Page 53 of Cannon
I drag in a ragged breath and realize Archer’s watchful eyes are now pinned on Cannon, who is slowly, rhythmically running his hand up and down his cock.
“Cannon,” Elliot whispers, “come here.”
His brows shoot up as if to sayReally?But then he’s moving fast, kneeling beside me. She rises up a tiny bit and he leans down, their mouths coming together in a sensual caress, both of them immediately drawn into it, tongues swiping together. On a breathless moan, she reaches for his dick, taking over. The slide of her hand over him is mesmerizing, and all I can do is stare while his hips thrust involuntarily as he continues to kiss her.
Archer looks like a kid in a candy shop, watching all this happen up close and personal, so it’s no surprise to me that when Cannon unloads on Elliot’s hip, Archer groans right along with our friend. Cannon presses his lips to hers one final time and stares into her eyes as his chest heaves.
I fucking love the way she understands him, even if he frustrates her sometimes.
Cannon blows out a hard breath, still looking a little dazed, but crawls over and props himself up beside me, hands behind his head, his face more relaxed than I’ve seen him in a long time.
Archer hugs Elle to him, kissing her neck. “How do you feel, baby?”
Breathless, she arches back to look at him. “I haven’t wrapped my head around it. But so good.”
Archer dismounts first, and Elliot huffs out a laugh as she rises enough to let my cock slip from her. “I’m a mess.” She kneels on the bed.
“That’s what showers and laundry are for,” Archer murmurs, sliding his finger through the stickiness on her back.
I scrape my teeth over my lip. Never have I seen anything so hot in my entire life as our girl covered in our cum, inside and out.
“Hey, K?” Archer raises a brow as he strokes his jaw. “Three men, and she’s only had two orgasms? Doesn’t seem right.”
I raise a brow, sitting up against the pillows and eyeing him, not entirely sure what he’s up to. But there’s a deviant little smirk on his face that… well, it could be good for her. As far as I can tell, the two of them haven’t actually had sex yet, not the cock-in-pussy kind, anyway. It’s hard to say, sometimes, what’s in Archer’s brain. “I’d say that’s up to Elle.”
Archer tilts his head back, jutting his chin toward her as their eyes meet. “Do you trust me, Peaches?”
“I do,” she answers without a single ounce of hesitation.
Archer has her on her back in the blink of an eye with her legs spread wide open. Settling between her thighs, his strong hands frame her pussy, and he runs his thumbs up and down either side of her opening. He stares intently at her swollen pink folds, glistening with my cum.
My cock jerks and my heart thumps hard behind my rib cage.Oh, hell.I guess I should have seen this coming. His eyes flick to mine as his tongue dips directly into her cunt, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan.
Elliot squirms in place. “Oh, god. Um—” But then his mouth covers her clit, and her eyeballs practically roll backward in her head as he sucks until her legs are trembling and more incoherent sounds tumble from her lips. She clutches at his messy hair, holding him to her as she rides out the orgasm that hit so fast, I don’t think she was expecting it.
And as she’s coming down, so blown away by how good he’s made her feel, Archer continues to lap her up, his eyes searing into mine. The intensity of it sends uncontainable fire roaring through my system. The muscle in my jaw twitches as I outwardly fight for control because we maintain that same eye contact until Elliot finally calms. He kisses her pussy softly before he rises, kneeling between her legs. He winks at her and holds his hands up shrugging. “You know how I am about making sure you’re satisfied.”
And then the devilish bastard throws me a wink, too.
TWENTY-FIVE
CANNON
There’sno way that really happened. Right? I pry one eye open.Oh, fuck.I take a deep breath. I’m definitely in a room that’s not my own, in someone else’s bed. It’s fairly dark, so I allow myself a minute to acclimate, taking in my surroundings. All four of us are completely naked, sheets tangled around us—the fresh ones we’d put on after we cleaned up from the marathon sex last night.
There’s a very warm-bodied Elliot playing small spoon to my big spoon. My face is buried in the sweetly scented hair at the back of her neck and her lush ass is nestled right against my morning wood. I draw in a breath, because she’s also draped over Kingston’s chest, her leg hitched up over his thigh. He’s on his back, his broad chest gently rising and falling, while Archer quietly snores on his other side. Archer’s tattoo sleeve resting over Kingston’s bare abs is…wow.Not something I ever imagined I’d see.
But I’m kinda intrigued to watch how their friendship—relationship?—develops from here. I didn’t know what to make of it when Elliot and I walked in on the two of them in full lip-lock. Archer had been so fuckin’ upset about letting us down, and when Kingston said he’d go upstairs to talk to him, I sure as hell never saw any of that coming, which is why Elliot and I had followed, never giving a single thought as to what we’d walk in on.
I shift a bit to sneak another peek at the two of them, and the funny thing to me is I don’t find it strange. I mean, Archer? Yeah. I figured he kinda swung whichever way he chose in the moment. I don’t even think I have especially good gaydar, but there it is.
And I still have no idea if this is something new for them or if it’s been going on a while. But the way Kingston handled Archer last night was a bit of a revelation.
Archer makes an odd humming sound deep in his throat, interrupting my train of thought. He’s really fuckingout.Good for him. Our resident insomniac has the worst time sleeping, which always kinda makes me feel bad since I’m usually the one napping my way between classes and the gym, then sleeping a solid ten hours at night on top of that. Not that I’ve been getting nearly that much lately, though.Fuck.
I wouldn’t trade last night for anything. Never have I experienced anything remotely like that. I mean, Archer and me in the shower with Elliot was one thing. But this… the four of us. Oh, man. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about it or if it’ll be awkward once everyone wakes up and remembers what we did. I sure fucking hope that was something we can repeat at some point. I fucked Elliot while my brothers—the two closest people to me on this earth—sucked at her beautiful, dusky-pink nipples, kissed her, and generally heightened the entire experience. And once I’d come, they kept going and I watched for a bit. And then I’d joined in again. Jesus, it’d been something.
I lean over and kiss Elliot’s temple before easing away and climbing from the bed. Archer keeps water in his mini fridge, but— I suck in a breath, moving my arm around in my shoulder socket.Fuck it.I’m heading down to the kitchen for ice packs and plenty of water. We should have iced our injuries from the fight with the assholes at Bainbridge Hall last night… and well, dehydration after sex is definitely a real thing.
