12
ELIAS
"I don't want to go home yet," Celine moans, echoing my feelings. This room at Molly's isn't exactly Caribbean-Island five-star luxury, but the bed is soft and warm, and I'm dog-tired. Dog tired with a permanent raging hard-on thanks to Travis's kinky fuckery.
I swear, I never thought that bondage would get me so hot, but watching him control Celine, teasing her until she almost broke from pleasure, has opened my eyes to a whole new world of sex play.
"I don't want to leave either. It's fucking cold out there, and it's warm in here." I pull Celine closer to my body, and she hitches a lazy leg over mine, pressing her sweet pussy against my skin.
Jeez.
There is no way I'm leaving this room right now.
"I should go. I have an interview tomorrow."
"You're our ride," Dornan points out as Travis tries to rise from the chair he's slumped into. Travis flops back.
"I guess we could crash. I'll shower here, then I can throw my clothes on at home after I've dropped you guys back."
"I can do the walk of shame," Celine says with a hint of happy pride in her voice.
"There's nothing shameful about you, Red."
She swats my pec but smiles against the skin of my shoulder. "Did you just give me a cheesy pet name?"
"Well, you are our pet. Travis had you leashed."
"Fuck, Elias." Shaking his head, Travis's cheeks flush above his beard. "It's not like that."
"Like what?"
"She's not an animal. It's not about demeaning her."
"I know. I'm only joking. It was hot as fuck."
"You want a turn next time?"
I shrug, wanting to appear nonchalant, especially as Travis just assumed there would be a next time without Celine suggesting she'd want another night with us.
I want this to happen again. Even after the first time we fucked, I wanted more, but it wasn't an option. That idiot Eddie had his claws in her so deep.
Now, this has become a four-way arrangement, which can't go any further either. Too fucking complicated, and I'm an only child. Sharing is not something that comes naturally to me.
I'm a greedy asshole when it comes to Celine.
Dornan eyes me from where he's lying on the other side of her like I'm hogging her all to myself. Even though we've shared her, there's an unease between us that should prevent this from happening again. I see the possessiveness in his gaze as his eyes fix on where my arm is wrapped around Celine's waist, pinning her to me.
He wants her for himself in the same possessive way I do.
Travis is more complex to work out.
His kink must make it challenging for him to find partners. With Celine, he didn't have to go through any kind of confession stage because she already knew what he liked and accepted it.
And we accepted it, too.
No wonder he looks like the cat who got the cream.
"Are you seriously talking about more sex?" Celine yawns and shifts, easing out of my arms and turning to give Dornan some attention. Half my body chills at her absence, and I internally grumble as Dornan adjusts to gather her close.
"Did we wear you out?" Dornan asks, pressing a kiss to her forehead. So, now he's doling out easy affection. Now he's treating her like a girlfriend, not just a hookup.
"My body feels like it's been run over by one of those ice road trucks."
"Mine feels fine." I stretch out, resting my hands over my head. My cock taps my belly, ready to go at least another round, if not more.
See, that's why four won't work. The other men in this room have used up my time and my opportunity.
Travis groans and heads over to the empty bed, which has been pushed up to join the one the three of us are currently sharing. "You students know how to burn the candle at both ends."
"Are we wearing you out, old man?" I laugh.
"You wait until you've added a few years."
"You're only five years older than us." Celine raises her head to look at Travis. "You're making out like you're on the verge of collecting your pension."
Dornan laughs as her hand brushes over his abs. "Seriously, Celine. Don't do that. I'm ticklish."
Like a red rag to a bull, she pounces on him with wriggling fingers, and the biggest dude in the room is reduced to a quivery pile of Jello.
"I thought we were supposed to be sleeping." I tug the sheet over myself and turn to face away. Jealousy is an ugly knot in my belly and a lump in my throat that feels tight. It's fucking pathetic to feel rejected just because Celine has chosen to laugh with another man. None of us has a more significant stake in her time and affection. If anything, I've been intimate with her more times. That should put me on the front foot. But I can't help how I feel. I can't help that it makes me want to get out of this bed, drag my clothes onto my body, and storm out the door.
The laughter dies down, and the bed shifts behind me. Feet pad across the floor, and I turn just in time to see Celine's sweet ass disappear into the bathroom.
Fuck, she's got a sexy walk like girls in eighties music videos, hips swaying in a way that makes me feral.
Dornan whistles in a quiet, descending tone as Celine closes the door. "That girl is fire."
My throat swallows involuntarily, making a strangled sound.
"She is," Travis agrees.
I don't say anything.
"Elias, you want to do this again?"
It's obvious I'm not asleep yet, so I don't have a way of getting out of answering Dornan's question. If I say no, I'm out of the running with Celine for good. She's got two other men just waiting to fill my boots. But if I say yes, I'm signing up for more sharing, which feels good in the moment, but empty as a fucking cave afterward.
"Maybe you should ask Celine first before canvassing us."
"Travis?"
"If she wants to." He obviously doesn't have the same reservations or concerns. Great. Just great.
Sounds of splashing water emanate from the bathroom. Celine hums lightly to herself, but I can't make out the tune. My phone rumbles on the console table, but I'm too tired to check who it is. Probably one of the group chats, blowing up with gossip. There was a big hockey game tonight; if our team won, the players would be out, causing havoc.
When Celine opens the door, I crane my head to look at her just in case it's the last time I'm ever going to see her naked. She's twisted her hair into a messy bun, with strands hanging around her pretty elfin face. Her breasts are bare, and her nipples are still red from our mean fingers and mouths.
She hesitates, eyes the two beds like she's unsure what to do. She left a space between me and Dornan, but that doesn't mean she'll return to it. I want her next to me, even if she's cuddling up in the other direction, but three in one bed and one in the other doesn't make much sense.
She must think the same thing because she pads to the other side of Travis's bed and climbs in. "Room for another one?"
He grins and shifts, holding the comforter and settling it over her. He kisses her lips and cuddles up in her embrace like they've been sleeping together for a hundred years. I turn away, gritting my teeth.
"Guess it's just you and me." Dornan shifts lower on the pillow, and I become very conscious of the fact that I'm naked and in bed with another naked dude.
"We need to put on some underwear." I grab mine from my clothes pile on the floor and pull them on. "There's no way I want to wake up with your cock anywhere near me."
Dornan climbs out of bed, hunting for his lost boxer briefs. "Believe me, I'm more than happy to keep my junk to myself."
"Your junk is all mine," Celine murmurs contentedly. She makes a humming noise in her throat like a cat's purr.
"Greedy." Travis turns to find Dornan sliding into bed. This is not how I imagined the end of this night.
"You tell anyone about this, and your junk will be in a waste disposal," I growl.
The room erupts with laughter, but I don't join in.
Falling asleep doesn't come easy.
Travis's alarm wakes us all at the ass crack of dawn. Thankfully, I held my position last night facing away from Dornan, and he hasn't drifted across the bed to spoon me. I slide my legs off the edge of the mattress and rub both hands over my face and through my hair. Lumbering to the bathroom, I piss for so long that I start to worry. I take a two-minute shower, reluctantly washing off all evidence of Celine and what we did last night.
Back in the bedroom, Celine has already pulled on her dress and heels. She smiles at me with sleepy eyes and rosy cheeks, and my stupid chest fills with softness at her cute morning face.
"We have ten minutes." Travis barrels into the bathroom, flicking the shower on before relieving himself. Dornan's still tucked under the sheet like a giant tree trunk.
I throw a pillow at his head. "Dornan. Time to get up."
He groans and then flings his arm across the bed. As he turns, it becomes very obvious that he has morning wood. Celine snickers, and I look away, annoyed.
Even witnessing her staring at another man's accidental erection has me seething.
I dress in record time and adjust my drying hair in the mirror. My expression is more strained than it should be. Usually, the morning after I've gotten laid, I'm all sweetness and light, with a smile that can't be dislodged and dimples out in full force.
Usually, I can fuck away the tension that builds up inside me until I'm bordering on a grizzly bear.
This time, it's the after-sex part that's turned me grumpy.
"Hey." Celine comes up behind me, resting a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." I turn to stare down at her, finding her head tipped to one side. The churning of her mind is practically audible.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. We had a good time." I shrug like it meant nothing other than that. Two bodies coming together for mutual pleasure.
"Yeah, we did." Her lips press together, and her eyes find a spot in the corner she focuses on. "I wanted to ask if you have time to help me with my class? I need to get my grade up before they start taking action."
She can't even look at me when asking for my help. Shit, this girl reminds me of me.
"I can help you. Travis can drop me off at your dorm, and we'll study."
Celine nods and then steps back, putting some space between us. I don't like the space. I want to pull her close and press a kiss on her forehead. I want to reassure her that no matter how far behind she is, she can improve her grade with some hard work and focus.
I want to behave in a way that I never have with a girl before, and it freaks me the fuck out.
Travis emerges from the shower, humming something. The dude has a seriously happy post-sex vibe going on.
Dornan disappears into the bathroom, picking up the tune, so now both men are humming. It's a chorus of satisfaction that darkens my mood even further.
Flicking through my phone, I try to pass the time until Travis is fully clothed and Dornan has emerged from the shower. Celine does the same, perching on the bed's edge, curling around her screen.
I catch sight of it from the side and find her adding a few of the selfies we took together last night to Instagram, and even though I know that our date was part of her vendetta against Eddie, it still sticks in my throat that she's focused more on that and less on me.
My hand swipes through my hair, frustration knotting my insides.
"What the fuck is he doing in there?" I huff.
"Easy." Travis glances at his watch. "We're good. Still two minutes to go."
Like clockwork, Dornan emerges from the bathroom, pulls on his clothes, and ruffles the towel over his wet hair. Four of us are ready in ten minutes. That's got to be some kind of record!
Travis blasts his dad-music all the way to campus and Dornan and Celine hum along with it. I'm left staring out of the window with tightly pressed lips. Dornan is the first to leave, reaching over to kiss Celine's cheek. "I'll call you," he says and then slides from the back seat, stopping to give us all a parting wave as Travis pulls away.
He can call Celine. They have that kind of relationship.
Their easy friendship twists my gut.
We drive for another minute before we reach Celine's dorm. The building looms next to us, and Travis turns to Celine, who's in the back seat. "Last night was…" He stops as though he's lost for a word to describe it. I know the feeling, and so, it seems, does Celine.
"It really was."
I'm out of the car before he can say he'll call her, too; I lose the grip on my tongue.
"Good luck with your interview. I'm sure you'll blow them away."
"I hope so."
I open Celine's door, wanting to get her as far away from my competition as possible.
"Let me know if you need anything else."
Celine is halfway out of the door when he says it, and she pauses. "Okay. Thanks."
On the sidewalk, she glances around to see if anyone's going to spot her getting dropped off in last night's clothing. It's still early, and students are not known for their morning rising abilities. The coast is clear. I follow her inside and take the stairs to her room. Her walk mesmerizes me, and the memories of last night paint sexual flashes in my mind that thicken my cock.
I focus on the floor, not wanting to have a full-blown boner by the time we reach her door.
She's asked me here to help her, not fuck her, although the two don't have to be mutually exclusive.
What happens next is down to her, and I hate not being in control.