11
TRAVIS
This is nothing like I thought it would be. When Celine suggested the four of us hook up, all I could think about was the weirdness of being in a room with two other naked dudes. Like, how would that work?
My sister has this kind of relationship, but I've tried not to overthink the practicalities of her sex life. In fact, I'm in total denial that she even has one!
Dornan and Elias are comfortable with each other because they play sports together. They've probably seen each other naked in the locker room more times than they can count. I'm not shy about my body. I know I look good, and even though they're built bigger than me, my physique is still trim and athletic.
But in the end, the only nakedness I've paid any attention to is Celine's.
Damn, she's beautiful, and it's not just what's on the outside. Yeah, she's got a pretty face, long hair, and a body that makes me feel hard just thinking about it. Yeah, she's petite but curvy, with nice natural tits and a narrow waist that my hands could probably span. But it's the fire in her eyes that lights me up. It's the way she asks for what she wants and how much she believes she deserves it that gets me hard. It's her vulnerability and the tough outer shell she's crafted for herself that makes me want to know her better.
She's asked for a one-night stand with three men who like her and care about her enough to play ridiculous revenge games to make her feel better. But I don't believe any of the men in this room are here for sex alone.
I've seen the way Elias stares at Celine like he doesn't want to like her but does. Dornan treats her like she's something precious he's scared of breaking. And me? Well, I don't really know what I'm doing. I returned from Germany with one goal. To forget what happened over there and get on with my life. I envisaged finding a new job and place to live, but not a new woman in my life.
It's just sex.
But it isn't. I know it isn't. Celine might be pretending, but the rest of us are getting tangled up, even though we might have reservations.
And now I'm the only one who hasn't come yet, and all eyes are on me.
Shit. When Celine touches my face and gazes up at me with dazed green eyes, the color of the forests on the outskirts of Berlin, my heart starts to pound. "Travis," she murmurs, pulling me closer. "It's time for you to take what you want." I kiss her deeply, grateful that Dornan has moved aside while my mind skitters over how I should play this. There are many things I'd love to do to Celine but don't have the courage to attempt in this scenario. My last girlfriend brushed off my desires like she thought they were weird and extreme. She made me feel shameful for even suggesting something outside the norm.
Celine pushes against my shoulder, forcing me to look at her. "I know what you like," she whispers.
"What?" I stare at her blankly, wondering what the hell she's talking about.
"Kain has your porn collection in his closet. Gabriella found it."
She bites her bottom lip as I take in the fact that my sister has been discussing my sexual predilections with her friend. I will need to have a word with Gab about her loose tongue and lack of family loyalty.
Celine touches my arm. "Don't be mad at her. She didn't know we were going to get involved."
"What was in the porn?" Elias asks, disturbing the mortification I'm currently feeling.
I look over at him and his smug grin. Then he puts out his hands, palms facing me. "No judgments here, dude. All's good in the bedroom as long as it's consensual."
"Bondage," Celine says before I can decide whether I want to confess the room or not. "You like to be in control."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
What you want is sick. That's what my last girlfriend said to me. She thought I was a misogynist for wanting total control in the bedroom. That couldn't be further from the truth. I don't know why it turns me on to have a woman bound and helpless, but it has nothing to do with anything terrible. Bondage only works when there is consent. I'm not into anything non-consensual. In fact, the idea makes me feel physically sick.
Celine touches my cheek again, bringing my attention back to her. "I'm up for whatever you want to do. I brought some things in my purse, just in case."
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline. "What did you bring?"
"Some silk ties...you know...so my wrists don't get bruised."
"Celine's like a boy scout for bondage," Elias laughs.
Dornan, still standing at the end of the bed, makes a strangled noise. "You guys are seriously going to get kinky?"
"Yeah." Celine's smile is wide and bright. "Why the fuck not? We're all here to enjoy ourselves. Might as well go all out."
I guess the idea must appeal to Dornan because his cock is rock-hard again.
I look away, the male nakedness thing still not sitting comfortably with me.
Celine asks Dornan to fetch her purse, which he does. She pulls out the silk ties and hands them to me. Elias gets off the bed so that Celine can move to the center.
The bed frame is old-fashioned and made of an orangy wood. There are struts for me to tie her hands to, but no footboard. I guess I'll need to improvise there. Without saying another word, I take Celine's arm and fasten the silk around her wrist, leaving enough space for her to be comfortable. She gasps softly when I lash the other end around the headboard and secure it tightly. The second hand is easier, and when she's fixed in place, I have to inhale a long breath and push it out in a rush to steady myself. Fuck, she looks good restrained for my pleasure. She brings her legs together like she's daring me to tie them, too.
"I'm going to need your help," I say to Dornan and Elias. Fastening ties around each of Celine's ankles, I feel the tremble in her legs. When I yank them open, handing the end of the left tie to Elias and the right to Dornan, Celine moans loudly.
"Hold her tightly, okay?"
"You all right, Celine?" Dornan asks.
"Yeah," she breathes. "Fuck yeah."
"I think she likes it." The smile in Elias’s voice isn't mocking. He's happy that Celine is enjoying herself.
"Let's see how much she likes it."
I climb over her, taking in the stretched sinews beneath her arms and the way her breasts are pulled taut. I touch her top lip with my thumb, staring deep into her wide eyes. "How does it feel to be tied to this bed and held open by two men?"
Her tongue darts out to lick my skin. "Good."
My mind feels as blank as a clean white page, the realization of my fantasy almost too much. I run my fingers down the underside of her arm from her delicate wrist until the tips brush her tight little nipple. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, and her whole body is racked by a shudder. When I circle the tight little peak with my finger, she moans, and when I tweak it with just enough strength to hurt a little, she cries out, arching her back. I repeat my actions on the other side, but instead of pinching, I pull her other nipple into my mouth and suck hard, finishing with a nip from my teeth.
"Yes," she gasps. "Oh fuck, yes."
I don't leave an inch of her skin untouched by my fingers or mouth. I explore each ridge and valley, the soft places that make her squirm and the unexplored places like each of her sweet ribs and the dip where her waist flares. I press them all with kisses.
When I'm close to her pussy, she tugs against her leg restraints, and Elias and Dornan hold firm, keeping her legs in a wide V, her pussy spread and open for me. When I run my fingers through the curls at the apex of her thighs, my mind goes back to the first night at Dalton's party, where her hair was red and vibrant. She's beautiful now, but I like her hair in its natural color.
Her pussy is pink and pretty, slick with her arousal. I lick the tip of my finger, stroking it over her clit, which is swollen and ready.
Celine curses, pulling again against the leg restraints. "Lick her," Elias says in an excited whisper. "Let's see how much you can make her struggle."
His words make the ache in my dick so much stronger. I can't take on board how having my secret fantasy validated is amplifying my arousal. This kink that I saw as a burden or something to be ashamed of is now out in the open and being enjoyed by three other people.
When I lower my face to the apex of Celine's thighs, I'm hit by her scent, and a crank turns in my head. My desire for her is fierce, but suddenly, it's wrapped up in a layer of craving and need for possession. The thought of Eddie ever having had his hands on her makes me want to punch things. The idea that someone else will get to be like this with her when we're done is a rush of cold water down my spine.
Celine's binds are pulled tighter, and her movement is restricted even further. She groans as I touch the tip of my tongue to the spot directly above her clit, trying to shift but finding it impossible. Dornan and Elias are doing well at holding her immobile. "Please," she begs. "Make me come."
I smile against her thigh, then use my tongue to explore her folds, pushing at her sweet entrance and grinning when she cries out.
"Tease her," Dornan says. "Don't give her what she wants."
That's exactly what I intend to do. Make her squirm and pull against her binds. Make her internalize the knowledge that she's mine to do anything I like with.
I lick her again, resting my finger just inside her entrance. She tries to shift to make the penetration deeper, but Elias and Travis don't let her. Her groans grow in frustration, and I take hold of my cock, squeezing it and giving it three hard pulls just to relieve some of the burning tension which is driving me to bury myself inside her.
Her pussy flutters against my finger, a hungry little hole, but I don't give her more. The hungrier she is, the more I want to make her wait.
More slow licking sends my mind to a place where I feel like I'm hovering above our bodies, watching from outside myself. "Please," she gasps again.
"Maybe you should let her." Dornan kisses Celine's ankle, and her eyes focus on him, glazed with torment and desperation.
"Shall I let you come?" I ask her, already knowing the answer.
"Yes."
I hold my thumb above her clit and angle my cock into her pussy so I can push in with one thrust. She comes around my cock so violently that I see stars, fucking into her through wave after wave of beautiful contractions, watching her body twist and arch, stretching her breasts and making her hips writhe. "That's it, baby." She's done so well, put up with so much, and waited so long.
And now it's my turn.
"I want her on her front," I tell Elias.
Celine blinks up at me, surprised. Without any more instruction, Elias and Dornan drop her leg binds and begin to unfasten her wrists. They encourage her to turn over while I wait at the end of the bed, observing her being refastened on her front. Dornan and Elias are preparing her for me like a sacrifice at my altar.
Her ass is so tempting, curvy and round, with little divots at the top of her hips. Even with her legs pressed tightly shut, I can still see the swell of her sweet pussy pressed tightly together like a clamshell. She lays with her head turned to the left; her eyes focused on the middle distance. She doesn't help Elias and Dornan by spreading her legs. Instead, she waits for them to yank them apart using the binds, making a soft moaning plea as they do. I climb between her legs, spreading her ass cheeks so I get a clear view of everything that's mine. Hooking my thumbs inside her entrance, I spread her wider, groaning at the sight of all her pink, wet flesh.
"Shall I fill you up, Celine?" I ask, "Or leave you like this, gaping for us all to appreciate?"
"Fill me," she whispers. "Please."
"Such a good girl."
My cock slides into her so well at this angle. I cover her whole body with my weight, pressing so deep inside her that I bottom out, and she whimpers. Brushing my lips over the shell of her ear, I relish the shiver it induces. "Is this what you wanted, Celine? You wanted three men to own you. Have we given you what you need?"
"Yes." The word is strangled, as though her throat closed involuntarily halfway through uttering it. "Yes."
"I think you can come again," I say, even though I'm close and holding back will be a challenge.
"No." It's said on a gasp as I thrust into her hard. My hand pushes beneath her hip, searching for her clit. When I find it, all I do is press slightly above it as I thrust, knowing that indirect pressure is the most likely thing to get her off after so many orgasms. Damn, she looks and feels so good stretched out and captive on the bed. "Do it," I tell her. "Let go."
And as though my words are the trigger, she clamps around me, her body straining and spasming, and I see stars flashing before my eyes. My balls draw up, and I release like a tidal wave crashing on the shore, groaning long and deep.
Celine takes my weight as I collapse over her, burying my face in her sweet hair. Our bodies are slick, and I have a cramp in my left thigh. She's panting, and her heart is racing so hard, I can feel it against my skin.
All my reservations about getting involved with someone new so fast after leaving Germany slip away. Finding someone who enjoys my kink has helped me shrug off all the tension I brought home with me.
But as I reach out to loosen Celine's wrists, and Elias and Dornan crowd around to kiss and touch her and tell her she's a goddess, the connection I crave retreats inside me.