Page 79 of Archer
“Does our girl taste good, Cannon?” Archer asks as he cups my breast in his hand, then rolls the taut nipple between his fingers.
Cannon doesn’t answer, but Kingston chuckles. “So good he doesn’t want to share that dessert yet.”
That’s when it hits me. I’m so naive sometimes.I’mthe dessert. If my cheeks weren’t already red, they’re rosy as hell now.
Kingston drops down on his knees beside me, the palm of his hand passing over my nipple before he massages my entire breast. With the other hand, he catches my chin and turns my head, taking my lips in an unexpected yet fiery kiss that takes all this to another level.
Fuck, I love it when they’re all touching me. I can’t focus on any one thing—it’s just one rapturous sensation after another. My limbs are loose, and bathed in a sea of bliss that I would gladly drown in. Cannon’s tongue flutters over my clit, then applies pressure, moving forward and back over it, and my hips buck. “Oh god. I can’t.” A breath heaves from me. “Don’t stop.”
Kingston and Archer caress every inch of my body they can reach with their hands, and before long, their mouths join in, nipping and sucking and licking at my skin. It’s sending me straight out of my mind.
The heated coil way down low snaps, and tension leaves me in beautiful waves as I lose all control. I shake and twitch, my body undulating, as I grind my clit against Cannon’s tongue.
After the orgasm subsides, I’m left struggling for air.
“Feel good, Peaches?”
I nod, incapable of speech.
Then right near my ear, Kingston whispers loudly enough for all of us to hear, “Why don’t you give Cannon another bite of that cake?”
I suck in a breath and nod vigorously as Cannon’s teeth sink into my flesh. My entire body heats and my pussy gushes. “Spank me again,” I gasp.
He moans aloud, running his hand over the bite-marked spot, then brings his hand down on me. “Fuuuuck, E,” he grunts out.
All three of them stand, but I can’t fucking move, I’m so overwhelmed by euphoria.
That doesn’t seem to matter to them. Cannon scoops me up in his arms, and crosses to the bed, lying me down on the edge. He climbs onto the bed on one side of me, then ducks down, taking my mouth in an achingly slow kiss. The tart taste of me is on his tongue as it slides with mine, and oh fuck, it ignites every cell in my body.
Archer settles himself on my other side and immediately sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, moaning around it.
Kingston kneels before me, opening my legs so his green eyes can rove over every inch of my pussy. I’m spread wide for him, once again on display as all three of them torment me in the most delicious ways. Cannon and Archer run their hands over my hot, sweat-dampened skin and tweak at my nipples. Their tongues lick over my collarbone and up my neck. Kisses are dropped everywhere they can get to. My mind goes so hazy, I can hardly discern whose hands are whose. It’s nothing I ever thought I’d experience in my life and is so mind-boggling, I might simultaneously burn up and melt into the mattress.
Kingston’s mouth is unrelenting, feasting on my already engorged flesh and sucking my clit into his mouth. My back bows, a feral noise ripping from my throat.
“Fuck yes, Elle. Give it all to me,” he mumbles against my pussy before changing tactics and pushing two fingers inside me and curling them upward to touch me in a place that makes me let out a throaty, raw cry.
Oh, fuck.My vision tunnels, and all at once, another orgasm rolls through my system and takes my breath away. I mumble and moan through it.
“That’s it, baby.” Archer bends down, nipping at my lips and tracing them with his tongue as I ride the sinful waves of pleasure.
I’m still in a daze when they trade places again.
Archer is different than both Cannon and Kingston. I can tell it’s him down there. There’s slightly more scruff touching all my sensitive parts, and he moves his tongue differently, too. Archer isn’t wasting any time, either. He’s on a mission to make me come. For a third time.
All the things I still want to say to them flood my thoughts, but I have no time to think about it because his tongue is doing the most insane things to my pussy. I’ve felt gush after gush of arousal, and I would be embarrassed about it, but I just can’t be. Everything they’re doing to me feels too good.
Gasping for air, I stare into Kingston’s eyes as he nips at my lips. With a hungry look on his face, he drags his lips across my collarbone. Cannon’s right there, too, taking Kingston’s place and kissing me senseless.
Archer applies pressure with his tongue to my clit, and my mouth falls open, a moan tumbling out on a choked exhale. Being worshiped by all three of them at once is sending me to the stars. These three.Mythree.
All the things I feel for them are twisted up inside me, and I know I said the words earlier, but… I don’t know if they understood how deep that love runs. I need them to know.
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Later that night,we curl together in a tangle of limbs, our hearts beating as one. We whisper promises of a future—one that involves four of us.
“I love you, all of you, so damn much.”
“Elle, we feel the same, promise. Life never would have been the same if today had gone differently.” Kingston brushes a stray lock of hair from my face. “I’m so fuckin’ glad you showed up on our doorstep.”
Archer sprawls over Kingston for a moment to kiss my cheek. “You’re our girl, Peaches. Best fuckup we ever made, extending you an invitation.”
Cannon loops an arm around my waist and presses a kiss to the juncture of my neck and shoulder before surprising me by popping an earbud in so I can listen to a song—“Can’t Help Falling in Love,” the dark cover by Tommee Profitt and Brooke Griffith.
With a smile on my face, my eyes drift closed, knowing I’m loved more completely than I ever dreamed possible. I fall into a deep sleep, the best I’ve had since I infiltrated the brotherhood, surrounded by the guys who’ve stolen my heart—my brothers of Hawthorne Hall.
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