Page 51 of Cannon
The noise that exits his mouth can only be described as a whimper. Andfuck.It’s totally hot. He wets his lip, a flush coloring the skin of his chest and moving rapidly up his neck and hitting his cheeks. She tugs him closer until his mouth is on hers and they slide into a sensual, fiery kiss.
My cock jumps at about the same time Cannon groans, watching the slip and slide of their lips and the play of their tongues. So many thoughts race through my head. So many things I want to do, to try.
We’re a writhing mass of bodies—hands and mouths searching, touching wherever they can. When Archer finally releases her, Cannon doesn’t wait for her to catch her breath. He steps in again, ducking down to worship her lips with each desperate, desire-filled stroke of his tongue.
In her ear, I growl, “You’ve got on way too much clothing, Elle.” I grasp the hem of her sleep shirt at one side and Archer automatically takes the other, bringing it slowly up, until Cannon and Elliot are forced to part for a moment to allow for the passing of the fabric over her head.
I nod toward the bed, and Cannon scoops her up, wincing slightly as he plants her right in the middle of it. But I guess he’s thinkingFuck this shoulderbecause he grins at her, kneeling between her legs and running his big hands over them. I suck in a breath, wondering if he knows about her scars. Even if he doesn’t, it’s pretty dark in here.
My eyes connect with hers, and I bite down on my lip as I let my gaze wander to where Cannon is situated. Is she okay? I climb onto the bed next to her, cupping her cheek and making sure she knows I’ve got her. It’s a relief when she inhales quickly and nods. I lean in, grazing my lips over her jaw while my hand cups her bare breast. My warm breath cascades over her, and goose bumps rise all over her flesh. She’s incredibly turned on, I can tell from the frantic pace of her shallow breaths and the tension in her body, but maybe a little uncertain.
I think she might be down for just about anything, but she’s simply waiting for us to lead the way. “We’re going to make you feel so good, Elle. Archer, it’s time to make her lose her fuckin’ mind.”
Her eyes wildly dart from me to Cannon between her legs and to Archer who is crawling up the bed on her other side.
Archer draws in a breath, his eyes roving over her body. “Peaches, you want us to suck on your nipples?”
“Y-yes.” Her eyes burn brightly, her breath already shallow as I lean in and flatten my tongue over her taut bud, licking in firm strokes before I swirl it around.
Archer follows suit, sucking the other into his mouth.
Her back bows, and she gasps, her hand meets the back of my head, holding me there with her fingers threaded in my hair. I glance across her chest at Archer, who is in a similar position. He smiles right around her tit at me, the wicked gleam in his eye is everything. And fuck—it’s the hottest thing ever.
Elliot is making all sorts of noise already, which I imagine is normal for a girl who has two men adoring her breasts, but also the sheer anticipation of what the third is going to do once he removes her shorts. It must be a lot for one person to take.
Cannon observes us with great interest, his fingers slowly tracing a path closer and closer to her pussy. My gaze drops to his pants where his erection is prominently pressing against his joggers. “Cannon.” I jerk my head toward her shorts, raising my brow. “She’s ready for more.”
His eyes are a blazing blue as he takes a breath and hooks his hands in the waistband of her shorts. Elliot lifts her ass off the mattress to facilitate the process, and then she’s suddenly completely naked in front of all three of us for the very first time. Her eyes are filled with desire and so damn needy, I can’t imagine what’s going through her head.
“You okay, Elliot?”
She nods frantically. “Just keep touching me. I’ll think later.” This girl is wound tight already, and we’ve hardly gotten started. I fuckin’ love it.
Cannon settles between her legs, inhaling deeply. He puts his hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them farther apart to make room for his broad shoulders.
Fuck, my brain is on sensory overload. One second, my eyes are glued on Archer as we both lick and suck her nipples. He groans, taking a moment to swirl his tongue around and around before sucking her deep once again. But the next second, Elliot’s back arches off the bed as Cannon flicks his tongue over her clit, and my attention is diverted. It’s like an unholy tennis match, with my focus constantly shifting.
“Is she wet for us?”
Archer’s question has an immediate response from Elliot, but it’s all guttural sounds and panting.
And now that Cannon’s had a taste of Elliot, he’s an animal, face half-buried in her cunt, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from her that he can manage, causing her to throw her head back against the mattress, thrashing from side to side. He’s got her legs pinned, so she can’t move, and whatever he’s doing with his tongue is bringing her perilously close to the edge. Coasting my hand down her abdomen, I find her clit, and while Cannon continues to feast on her, I tease her into a taut knot of tension, driving her out of her mind.
Out of nowhere comes the urgent desire to leave my mark on her skin, the need to claim her. Moving from her nipple, my mouth clamps down on the softness at the side of her breast, pulling her flesh into my mouth and sucking. When I’m satisfied, I swipe my tongue over the bruise I made and heave out a breath as I watch Archer teasing her mercilessly.
Elliot writhes and pants out, “Oh, god.” The words are strangled and rough, torn from her involuntarily.
“Feel good, baby?”
She nods, her mouth open, jaw tense. I think she must be close. “Y-yes. So good. Please. I need—” Her eyes crash shut, and her hips undulate against Cannon’s lips. I can just make out his mouth curving into a smile as she comes crashing apart.
Archer hardly hesitates before he groans, “Dick, Cannon. Take your dick out for her,” before shoving his hand into his pants to stroke himself while his hot eyes roam over Elliot’s body.
Ah, fuck.All my words get stuck in my throat. I want to tell him to takehisout, too. My eyes burn intensely as they bore into the steel-hued fire that is my friend’s gaze.
With my heart and mind racing, I glance at Cannon as he kneels upright in the process of shoving his joggers down. His dick springs out, hard and ready. Thick. All eyes are pinned on him as he takes himself in hand, then brushes the head of his cock up and down through her wetness.
I tear my eyes away, swooping down to take Elliot’s mouth, and savor the cry she makes as Cannon plunges deep. A moment later, she’s got her hand on my hard-on and is stroking me through my joggers. I’m going to lose it.Oh, fuck.Her nimble fingers slide up and then under the waistband, delving inside to take my dick in her hand.
