10
CELINE
Eddie leaves the restaurant before us, and when he's gone, I breathe a sigh of relief. It felt amazing to watch Elias, Travis, and Dornan stand up to him and defend me against his ridiculous slurs. I mean, seriously. He sounded so bitter; if Abbey doesn't take that as a serious red flag, she deserves him.
I pay for the meal on my way to the bathroom and before the men can object. When I say I'm ready to leave, they all pull out their wallets and seem genuinely aggrieved that I got there before them.
In the car, I settle back against the plush leather seat and exhale. "Thank you so much for tonight. It went perfectly."
"You thought that was perfect?" Travis turns in the driver's seat to study me. His dark blue eyes scan over my dress, lingering on my breasts before he checks himself.
"My revenge games don't meet with your approval, huh?"
He shrugs. "That man isn't worth the steam off your piss, Celine. Please, can you promise me that this is the last revenge game you plan to play?"
"I guess it is."
"Good."
He turns and puts the car into drive. "Time to go home?"
"I've got another idea," I say.
"Oh, yeah?" Elias sounds hopeful, which makes me smile. The way he kissed me in the restaurant left my panties wet and my pussy aching, and Dornan…well, Dornan almost finished me right there and then.
"Molly's?" I meet Travis's eyes in the mirror and almost melt in the intensity of his gaze.
"I can drop you guys there…"
"I want you to come, too."
Dornan makes a low rumbling sound in his throat.
Travis, who's trying to focus on the road in front of him, swallows loudly.
This is my one chance to convince him that I'm not just seeking comfort to recover from Eddie's rejection. One last opportunity to know what it could be like to be worshiped by three men, the way my friends are every night.
"I know what you said, okay? But this isn't about being on the rebound. This is about me choosing to have some fun. Are you guys up for showing me a good time?"
"Together?" Elias turns in his seat, glancing between me and Dornan. His dark eyes light periodically with flashes from the streetlamps. Behind us, someone beeps their horn, and inside my chest, my heart starts to pound.
"Together," I agree. "If Ellie and Gabriella can do it, why not me?"
"I'm in," Elias says quickly. "Dornan?"
I turn to face my friend, whose cheeks have reddened. He reaches out to take my hand in his, studying it. "I'll do whatever you need."
It's a gentle declaration from someone who obviously cares about me. He's always been a giving person, but this is beyond everything that we've been to each other.
"Travis?" Elias asks. His tone is firm, urging Travis to agree before it all falls apart.
I stare into the rearview mirror, waiting for Travis to tear his eyes from the road. For a long time, he stays focused on the route ahead. Elias sighs and cracks his knuckles. Dornan squeezes my hand. I don't ask again. I won't beg.
Then Travis's inky-blue eyes meet mine, and he nods once. "Okay."
I don't realize I'm holding my breath until he says it.
At Molly's, Travis parks close to the reception, and Dornan books the room. When he returns with the key, I throw open the car door and pull myself onto legs that feel weak already. The walk to our destination is short, but the air is laced with so much anticipation, it's like wading through treacle.
I can't help myself from studying each of the men I've seduced tonight, remembering the heated moments we've already experienced, priming myself for what's about to happen.
Dornan opens the door and allows me to pass first. I slide off my heels, placing them against the wall, and then shrug off my light jacket, laying it over a chair in the corner. The door clicks shut, and the lock is turned.
When I face Elias, Dornan, and Travis, they’re all gathered together, waiting.
There's a moment of awkwardness, but it's destroyed when I slide my dress from my shoulders and ease it over my hips until it pools at my feet. I want this so much that my fingers tremble and my heart races in a wild drumbeat.
I can do this. I can undress in front of three men. I can let them use my body and give me the kind of pleasure I'll be able to store away like warm summers in my memory.
This is exactly what I want to do now I’m living in my time. The freeness to decide without judgement or consequence is intoxicating.
Elias mutters an expletive as I reach behind my back to unhook my bra.
Three sets of eyes focus on my breast as my nipples harden in the cool air. I run my fingers over my soft flesh, gently pinching the tips as Elias breaks rank and steps forward.
He lifts me with one hand scooped beneath my ass, kissing me so deeply that my soul aches. But rather than pressing me up against the wall, he climbs onto the bed and deposits me in the center. "I have to share you tonight," he murmurs against my ear. "I'm not good at sharing."
"There's plenty of me to go around." He tugs my panties over my hips and spreads my legs wide.
"Yes, there is."
As Elias's tongue seeks out my clit, I seek out Dornan and Travis in the darkness. Dornan is close, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, his big, rough hand stroking up my arm and over my breasts. I moan as the sensation from my nipple, and clit collide, fizzing through my nervous system like sherbet on the tip of my tongue. Travis seems frozen, watching from the door.
"Travis." I hold my hand out to him, beckoning for him to come closer. He rounds the end of the bed, moving like he's sleepwalking or in a trance. When he's near enough, I take his hand and pull him close to kiss his lips. There has to be a way to make him more comfortable. I want him to let go and experience the same way I am. I know a secret about him that makes this desire even greater.
His lips are tentative but become teasing. But when Elias pushes two thick fingers inside me, I break away to moan loudly.
"That's it," Dornan murmurs. "That's it. She's getting close."
Elias's onyx eyes meet mine over my belly, flaming like he wants to devour me whole. I gasp as Travis touches my other breast, sliding his palm over every inch of skin he can find. All my worries that he'd leave, that he'd reject me, melt away.
"Oh god," I cry out. "Oh…oh." My hand grips Elias's thick dark hair to keep him exactly where I need him, but he's not going anywhere. He wants to make me come with a level of determination that borders on obsessiveness.
"Don't stop," I hiss as he pumps harder into me. "Don't… don't… don't….ohhhhhh."
I arch my back as the orgasm rips through me, my heart beating so fast I hear it thundering in my ears. White flashes blast behind my eyes, and my body quivers and spasms, totally out of control.
"That's it," Travis croons, lowering his mouth to my nipple and sucking. He keeps the orgasm going for seconds longer with the sharp tug of his lips on my flesh.
I close my eyes, dwelling in my own pleasure as the sounds of clothes being shed fill the room. Only when the rippling between my thighs has stopped do I raise my eyes to appreciate the men surrounding me.
There is so much to appreciate; I don't know where to look. Elias's broad chest fills my vision, the rounded bulk of his shoulders and biceps so potent a shiver passes through me. He fists his thick cock, gripping it so hard I wince on his behalf. I want to replace his fingers with mine and feel all of that girth and hardness.
Next to him, Dornan is just as muscular but has a bulkier quality that makes my mouth water. He shifts on his feet as though he's waiting for the ball to go into play. His huge quads shift, and his cock taps his stomach impatiently.
And Travis? Oh, Travis. I knew he'd be sexy beneath his classy clothes, but nothing prepared me for his lean, muscular body. He's built like a swimmer with a tight ladder of abs leading down to that V of muscle that makes me want to whimper.
It's like I hit a triple jackpot.
They eye me with three very different expressions. Elias with determined fervor, Dornan with tentative arousal, and Travis, like he's worried I might shatter at any second.
"I'm ready," I say, spreading my legs. "Look."
Stroking between my legs, my finger becomes slick with my arousal. I lick it and relish the groans of three men who appear so ravenous it's comical. I've always been sexually confident and being surrounded by three such gorgeous men has that amped up one hundred percent.
Elias is the one to break first, flipping me onto my front and yanking my body against his so my back is pressed against his front. His hand clasps my throat, slightly restricting my breathing. "You want us all at the same time?" he breathes in my ear. "Or one after the other."
"I'm not sure," I admit. I mean, I've thought about so many different scenarios when I'm alone in bed at night, but now, faced with the reality, my mind is blown at the options.
"Well, I guess we'll take the lead. Dornan, get in front of her."
Dornan rounds the bed as Elias arranges me so I'm resting on my palms and knees. His cock is so big and blunt at my entrance that when he pushes inside me, it burns. I gaze up at Dornan, who's kneeling in front of me. "Suck his cock, Celine." The forcefulness of Elias's order is like a finger over my clit. I open my mouth wide and take Dornan as deep as I can, feeling him at the back of my throat before he pulls back. "Jesus, Celine. Take it easy."
I have to smile at that, even though my mouth is full.
Elias forces his way into me as deep as he can go. My belly aches with the size of him, but his hand on my lower back forces my hips to tip, and suddenly the depth is more manageable. "You feel so fucking good." He starts moving in gentle rolling waves at first, then harsher thrusts that make me gag on Dornan. I search for Travis in my periphery, and he's close, his eyes moving between what Elias and Dornan are doing to me, his fist wrapped around his cock.
That's an image I'll store in my masturbation library forever.
Pulling away from Dornan, I urge Travis to come closer.
His eyes are wide when I take his cock into my mouth. His hand goes to my cheek, not controlling but guiding. "Harder," he urges, and I hollow my cheeks, biting down through my lips to give him the tightest stimulation.
"Does she feel good?" Elias asks.
"So fucking good," Travis groans. He closes his eyes as I work him, barely maintaining a rhythm with Elias so deep.
"Her pussy's getting tighter," Elias says through clenched teeth. The pad of his thumb brushes over my asshole, once, twice, then presses harder, making me moan. "We can fuck you here too if you want," he says. He spits, and warm slickness slides between my cheeks. His thumb breaches and pushes inside too, and even though it's tiny compared to his cock, I feel totally full. "You're tight, Celine. So fucking tight."
"Oh shit," Travis grunts, as though the thought of my tight little asshole is too arousing for him to contemplate.
"Switch," Elias says, pulling out and leaving me empty.
Dornan slides off the bed and taps my hip. "On your back, Celine."
I quickly flip over, gazing up at the mountain of a man currently suiting up. It's a sight that will be burned into my mind forever. His hands work fast, rolling a condom down his thick length. His eyes flick up to mine, and he smiles. "Back up a little."
"But my head will hang over the edge of the bed."
"Trust me." Dornan climbs over me, bracing himself on muscular arms that bulge as they tense. As I tip my head back, Elias moves closer.
Oh...I see what they have planned. I've never sucked dick this way, but I'm game for trying. Is this what Ellie and Gab do with their men? I make a mental note to ask for at least some juicy details at some point in the future.
They time it so that they enter me at the same time. Elias fills my mouth, groaning as I take him deep into my throat. I close my eyes as Dornan thrusts into my pussy, his thickness stretching me wide. Not to be left out, Travis focuses all of his attention on my breasts, and I feel like an instrument being played for the beautiful music it can make. My mind swims, disconnecting as heat pools between my thighs and nerve endings fire wherever I'm being touched.
"I'm close," Elias grunts, but I already know he is because his thighs are trembling, and he uses my shoulders to brace himself.
"Me, too." Dornan speeds, using his hips to slam into my clit. He's so big that my ligaments strain to accommodate him, and I hook a leg over his shoulder to deepen the penetration.
Higher and higher, they push me. Closer and closer to coming. My head spins, half from arousal and half from oxygen deprivation, as Elias thrusts into my mouth.
I lose myself as they use me for their pleasure, and the weightlessness expands inside me, setting me free.
"Oh, FUUUCKKK." Dornan seizes over me, his body becoming a wall of strained muscle, his face twisted and flushed as pleasure overcomes him. Elias pulls out of my mouth, using his hand to finish himself, groaning like he's expelling his last breath, and it's the sight of his cum leaking in ribbons over his fingers that triggers me to finish again.
"Fuck, Celine." Dornan pants, breath rasping, chest heaving. He's still inside me, thrusting to prolong my orgasm. The soft stroke of Travis's hands over my body sends me into a transcendent space I've never experienced before.
No wonder my friends risked everything for their unconventional relationships. If this is how good it can be, I don't think I'll ever want to go back.