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Kingston’s lips twitch into a smirk, and it doesn’t take him long to shift gears. He moves to stand right behind Elliot, lays a hand on her lower back, pausing only for a moment to wink at Cannon before he delivers a smack to her ass. The sound of his hand meeting her skin is a sharp crack that sends lightning racing down my spine.
Elliot’s head flies back, a throaty cry leaving her lips at the same time Cannon huffs out a strangled breath. I know exactly fuckin’ why, too, because I’d been watching for it. When Kingston spanked her ass, her pussy clamped down on Cannon’s dick.Fuck. Yes.
Cannon’s grip on her hips tightens. “Again,” he grits out, his features locked up, almost like he’s in pain… or ecstasy.
Meeting my eyes, Kingston brings his hand down on her again.
Cannon’s mouth drops open, and his head comes up off the bed in response. Fuck, it looks like he’s a fan. And from the moan that slips from her lips, it’s obvious she likes it too.
“Good fucking girl, Elle,” Kingston rumbles as he palms her butt where it’s now pink. “Gonna get you ready now, baby.” He raises one brow at me and holds out his hand.
I’m on it in a flash, opening the drawer beside my bed and pulling out a small bottle. I flip open the cap as Kingston shoots me a smile. “You weren’t kidding. Always fucking prepared.”
“You know it.” My gaze slides to Cannon and Elliot who have resumed fucking. I sure hope he can hold out a while longer.
Kingston drizzles lube from the bottle, and from the air she sucks in, I imagine it’s a tiny bit cold where it slides between her cheeks. Only a moment later, though, he touches her puckered hole, and she lets out a low moan. “Is this where you want us, Elle?”
She looks over her shoulder, blinking a few times in surprise as Cannon drives into her. I’m betting that her inner walls twitch and grip him with every deft movement of Kingston’s fingers. Heat flashes through me as I watch him play with her ass. I practically feel it myself as he inserts a fingertip because, fuck, that was me not very long ago. My vision clouds as I’m whipped back to that night in the laundry room where he fucked me up against the washing machine. It’d been so damn good.
Elliot lets out a long, stuttering breath, pausing the undulating motion of her hips as he gently adds a second finger. I lose my pants and climb onto the bed next to her and Cannon. “That’s it. Let him loosen you up, baby,”
Her head snaps up, heat in her eyes as she brings her focus to my cock. A moment later, her eyes flick up to connect with my steely-hot gaze. And as if we’re in total sync, without a word exchanged, I get on my knees, take the underside of her jaw in my hand, and feed her my cock while Cannon looks on. I think his eyes might pop out of his head at the sight of her beautiful lips stretching to take my dick.
I suck in air through my teeth. “Fuuuck, baby.” I rock my hips forward and watch in fascination as my dick disappears into her waiting mouth over and over again. And fuck me, she moans around it, and I swear—from the look on her face and the groan that rolls from Cannon’s mouth, I’m guessing her pussy just gushed all over his cock.
“Oh, god,” she moans around me.
Kingston meets my eyes, silently asking me to make sure she’s okay, even though he verbalizes it himself. “Elle, how’re you doing?”
Her chest heaves, but I can tell she’s good to go, so I give Kingston a thumbs-up. And fuck, it’s hot because now it’s as if she chases his fingers each time she moves backward, then as she surges forward again, she takes my cock deeper and deeper until I’m hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.
“Elle, baby, can you take more?” Kingston catches my attention again, his green eyes boring into mine. I almost don’t catch his meaning, because she’s so fucking good at sucking my dick I could cry.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock before she takes me deep again, then releases me with a wet pop, her lips swollen. “Y-yes. Please,” she murmurs, her voice thick with need. “Please.”
“You want her ass, don’t you, Archer?” Kingston’s tone is rough, soaked in gravel and desire.
My heart thumps hard. He did know exactly what I had in mind. Part of it, anyway. I assume he’s going to take my place here. I bend down, delivering a swift kiss to Elliot’s lips before I turn my head to Cannon. “Hold on tight.”
His brows dart together, but a moment later, realization dawns on him. “Oh, f-fuck.”
“Fuck is right.” I crawl from the bed to join Kingston behind Elliot. She’s perfectly positioned, legs spread wide with Cannon’s cock buried deep inside her cunt. Two of Kingston’s fingers move smoothly in and out of her ass as they fuck.
Elliot moans loudly. She’s ready as she’ll ever be if we’re going to try this. I pick up the lube and coat my dick with it. I look up to find Kingston’s eyes blazing and locked on me as I slide my hand up and down.
“Ready?”
I nod, stepping behind Elliot. “Sweetheart? You tell me if it’s too much. You know, Archie’s—”
Her voice comes out garbled and strained. “Oh my god, Archer, if you say something about your monster anaconda cock, I’m gonna scream.”
“Don’t worry, Peaches. I’m just teasing.”Sort of.I just hope I can control myself when I get in there.
Her breath heaves out, and she lowers her chest, resting on Cannon, putting her backside at an even better angle.
Without being asked, Cannon shifts his hands to her ass cheeks, holding her open. At my go-ahead, Kingston slowly removes his fingers, which has her shuddering, only to replace them immediately with the head of my cock.
The moment I push forward the first inch, I groan, “Oh fuck, Elliot. This might kill me.”