19
ELIAS
My head is banging in time to the beat. I didn't want to come to this stupid bar, but I knew Dornan would have made a big deal about it if I refused. He's on a mission to save me. He thinks he knows what my life has been like, and now, because he has a great father who loves him, and I don't, he wants to fix me.
I knock back a shot of tequila, not even bothering to suck on the lime. The sour, bitter taste jolts me, and the burn down my throat sears like bile.
I still don't know why my dad picked tonight to watch my game. It's been years since he turned up to anything of mine. In fact, I can't actually remember the last time he showed me any interest. Maybe he needs money. Maybe that's what he planned to talk to me about? Not that I have any to give him. Even if I did, I wouldn't share it with him.
Instead, Dornan's dad and his generosity and kindness highlighted what an asshole my dad is.
The way they all looked at him made me sick to my stomach. Having a shit family is bad enough. But people finding out I have a shit family is peak humiliation.
Celine and Travis are dancing. Well, Celine is dancing, and Travis is watching. Dornan's talking to Ellie, as usual. The others are around here somewhere, but none of them care enough about me to notice if I leave. Now's my chance to get out of here and lick my wounds privately.
I'm unsteady on my feet, and the weight of my bag doesn't help. I nod to the bouncer as I exit and am hit in the face by cool air, which goes some way towards clearing my mind.
I don't have my car with me, and money for a cab will wipe me out. It'll take me thirty minutes to walk home from here, but that will be enough time to sober up. I might even grab myself a burger on the way.
By the time I reach my dorm, my legs are dead, and my head feels like it's about to explode. Even the greasy burger didn't have the power to soak up all the shots I drank without wanting to. I fumble to get my key into the lock and dump my bag onto the ground with a thud.
I should clean my teeth and wash my face. Maybe drink some water and find some pills. I'm already anticipating a mighty hangover.
Ultimately, I manage the water, the Advil, and a rough clean of my teeth before flopping on the bed. I'm about to slide into the black abyss of drunken dreamland when my phone rings. Cracking one eye open, I answer when I see that it's Celine. "Open up. I'm outside."
"What?"
"Open the door."
She hangs up, and I blink, unsure if the call really happened or if I had imagined it.
I groan as I roll out of bed and rub my stomach as I make my way to the door. With every footstep, my head pounds. I buzz the front door open and wait, listening for Celine's footsteps, holding onto the top of the doorjamb for stability. Multiple sets of footsteps thud against the stairs. Voices rumble, and Celine laughs. When she finally comes into view, she's flanked by Dornan and Travis. What the fuck?
"I was sleeping," I groan.
"You left the bar without saying goodbye."
"You're not my girlfriend," I grunt.
Celine's hands rest on her hips as she surveys me. Luckily, I have my black boxer briefs on, but the rest of me is naked. "It's polite to let people know if you're leaving, Elias. We were worried about you."
"Yeah? Well, you don't need to worry about me. I'm good."
"You don't look good," Travis says. He runs his hand down his shaggy jawline. Celine steps forward.
"We just wanted to make sure you got back okay."
"You wanted to make sure I didn't do something to hurt myself because my dad is a worthless cunt."
She winces at the c-word in a way that I don't understand.
"That didn't cross our minds," Dornan says. "We just worried you were drunk and that you might have gotten into trouble on the way back."
"Well, you can see that I'm fine…in one spectacular piece."
I sway as I try to stand without support, and Celine is there in a flash, resting her hand in the center of my chest. I gaze down at her fierce expression. My drunken haze makes this whole exchange blurry. Why are they here? What is Celine doing? Slow-motion thinking has me blinking in confusion.
"Come on, big boy. Let's get you inside." Taking my arm, Celine walks me backward. Her hands on my skin make my cock hard, even though by right, I should have alcohol droop. She notices my erection and chuckles softly. "Are you serious with that right now?"
She eases me down onto the bed and attempts to lift my legs to get me to lie down. They're too heavy, and in the end, I scoop my arms around her body and pull her with me until she's splayed out on top of me. Her shocked laughter settles my soul. Her hand on my stubbly face is gentle. The way she eases my hair back from my forehead is so soothing, I close my eyes and relish every sweet touch.
Footsteps in the room remind me that we're not alone. It's weird because I don't give a shit. Dornan and Travis being here doesn't feel like an invasion of my space or privacy. There's a comfortableness about us all being together.
I take Celine's hand and wrap it around my cock, laughing as she squeals. "What? You guys come to my room in the middle of the night, and we're not going to have sex?"
"You're drunk," Dornan says.
"So are you. But you want to fuck, don't you?"
My hand roams Celine's side, finding soft skin and a warm breast. She's braless. I'm so fucking horny.
"Elias." Her warning voice is breathy, but her objection dies when I wrap my lips around her sweet nipple and suck. Celine's body goes slack beneath me as she gives into my wandering hands.
"Celine." I say her name in the same feminine tone, and Dornan and Travis laugh.
It takes me one shove to push my boxers far enough down my legs that I can get my feet out. It takes a little longer for my fumbling hands to get Celine naked. While all that's happening, Travis loses his shirt and boots, leaving his dark jeans unbuttoned at the waist. Dornan drops most of his clothing, leaving only his gray boxers. Why he bothers, I have no idea. It's not like they're doing anything to cover his monster erection.
Jeez.
I know more about these guys' cocks than any straight man should know about another.
While Celine pretends to object to my frantic clothing removal, Travis asks me if I have anything to tie her up with. In my closet, I have precisely one black tie that I use for formals and team functions. If I had a funeral to go to, I'd use it for that, too. I have some longish socks somewhere. Oh, and a few belts.
"Belts," I grunt, waving in the direction.
Celine shakes her head. "Too hard. I don't want my wrists getting fucked up. "
"I only have one tie, and I don't want that getting fucked up, either."
Travis shrugs. "There are enough of us to hold her down."
"You could use her panties to tie her wrist together," Dornan suggests.
I have them balled in my hand. "They're wet. Sopping, even."
"And I'm not embarrassed about that in any way!" She laughs. "I mean, look at you guys. You're every woman's pussy-wetting dream. It's a miracle I'm not dehydrated."
"Jesus," I mutter as she wriggles beneath me. I want to get up inside her so badly, but it's Travis's turn to go first. Not that the order matters, but I don't want to be accused of being a selfish lover in any way.
I take Celine's panties, which are pink lace and barely there. They make a good tie for her dainty wrists and forcing her to keep her hands over her head stretches her pretty tits out perfectly.
"Travis, you're up, man."
Surprised, he pushes his jeans off and climbs onto the bed. I shift so I sit with my back against the wall, anchoring Celine's hands.
Travis's blue eyes narrow as he assesses her body, considering what he wants to do to her. I get the feeling if they were alone, he'd tease her for hours before he'd let her come. It's weird because, in the darkness of a bedroom, a very different man comes out to play.
Celine trembles, and her eyes meet mine.
She pretends to be brave, but inside, she's just like me. Afraid she's pushed herself too far and won't be able to live up to promises and expectations.
Afraid she's not worth the effort.
It's why she stayed with Eddie for so long.
I run my hand down her torso, skimming her nipple as Travis eases open her legs. Dornan sits on the other side of Celine, so we're like bookends. He mirrors my hand and its movements over her skin, watching as Travis bends her legs and pushes them apart, spreading her pussy wide.
Travis licks just the tip of his finger and runs it over her clit with hardly any pressure. Celine's body reacts like he whipped her hard.
Travis's smile is as wicked as it is pleased. He rests the same finger at her entrance, not quite inside but with just enough pressure to hint at penetration. She starts to wriggle, but he holds her firmly with a hand spread over her belly.
"Tell me what you want," he says.
"I want what you want."
I swear a shiver runs through him.
Over the next thirty minutes, Travis teases Celine to the point of delirium. Her body writhes, and her skin develops a sheen of sweat as she strains for pleasure but never quite reaches it. She begs to come, but he doesn't let her. First, I hold her hands high above her head, and then Dornan takes over. We take turns to enjoy the heat of her mouth and the vibrations of her moans.
And when she's crying out loud enough to wake the neighbors, Travis finally wraps his cock and fucks her.
She comes on his first thrust, arching, then going slack, her face twisted and then serene. She looks like an angel with her hair spread out over my pillows. I trace the bridge of her nose and the freckles there as Travis grinds into her, over and over, his face almost pained. When he roars his release, he earns a pounding fist on the wall from my awkward, geeky neighbor who doesn't ever look me in the eye and now never will.
After, Travis touches Celine's face, kissing her tenderly on each corner of her mouth before gently sucking on her bottom lip. She moans, still out of it from his kinky style of torture.
My head is still pounding, but there is no way I'm missing out on getting inside Celine again. I'm quick to release her hands and pull her onto my lap.
"Are you okay?"
She rests her hands against my chest, flexing her fingers against my skin. Her eyelids flutter as though she's trying to regain focus, and her hips move, sliding her slit up and down the rigid underside of my cock, coating it in her arousal.
I close my eyes and drop my head back, focusing on the sensation. I'm dizzy. So dizzy.
The bed shifts, and Dornan has moved behind Celine, cupping her breasts so her nipples peek out between his huge fingers. He lost his boxers in the process.
He tosses me a condom and sheathes himself with a tear of foil and an efficient roll of latex. My hands feel like shovels, and Celine ends up getting me ready.
"Who's next?" She glances over her shoulder at Dornan.
"Want us both at the same time?"
Her eyes widen, staring down between her legs at where my cock is big and hard and waiting. "At the same time? Like last time?"
I reach between her legs, pushing a single thick finger inside. "Both of us, here."
Her little hole clenches. I'm not sure if it's fear or anticipation. "How?"
I touch her face, brushing her damp hair from her forehead. "I'll push in first, then Dornan will work his way in. I grab her hips, lifting her so she's suspended over the head of my cock. It's easy to get inside now Travis has opened her up, and she slides down onto me with an open-mouthed gasp. I pull her over my chest and nudge out her knees, spreading her legs wider. I keep her face close to mine, kissing her mouth while Dornan moves into position. Her lips are soft and warm, and she lets me slide my tongue in, stroke after stroke.
My head spins.
Dornan's cock presses against the underside of mine, pushing to get into Celine's tight wet heat, as my hands caress down her spine, knowing she needs to relax, and I can help her.
Travis watches with his cock in his hand, already hard again.
"That's it, baby," Dornan croons. "Let me in. Let me in this sweet pussy. I'm gonna make you feel so good."
She whimpers against my lips as Dornan grips her ass cheek with one of his hands, using his thumb to pull her pussy open just a little more.
"Oh…oh…" she pants, hot breath gusting over my jaw. I close my eyes at the intensity of such tight penetration and the strange sensation of Dornan's cock rubbing against mine.
I've had my fair share of women and fucked them in positions that the Sutra would be proud of, but this is so much more than I've ever done before.
"I'm in," Dornan practically growls. I want to hit him with a snarky reply, but the words die before they reach my tongue.
Celine moans as Travis rolls her nipple between his fingers, making her pussy clamp down.
"I'm gonna move," Dornan warns and tests the first thrust, pulling back and then pushing in. I grip Celine tightly against my chest, fearing she might move and this whole crazy sandwich position we're in will fall apart.
"I can't," she says. "Oh fuck. Oh… don't fucking stop." It's a garbled mess of different statements that makes me chuckle.
"Make up your mind, girl."
She pinches my nipple, which shocks me at first but actually feels good. "You try fitting two massive dicks inside you, and then we'll talk. Oh…Oh…" Her eyes roll as Dornan mashes her pelvis into mine. Her clit must be rubbing against me with every thrust.
"She's close," I gasp, as the tight clench of Celine's pussy steals my breath, then it's rippling and rippling as she digs her nails into my arm.
I don't get even a second to relax into her pleasure.
"I'm fucking close," Dornan gasps.
"Just… don't fucking stop." I sound like Celine does when Travis has his tongue hovering over her pussy, but I don't care because my dick feels like the top is about to blow off, and I know my impending orgasm is going to be record-breaking.
"Fuck…" Dornan roars.
Celine turns to watch what her body has achieved; Dornan, looming over her like Thor, his face twisted with pleasure-pain like he's about to destroy a legion.
I close my eyes as my own pleasure surges. I lose control, thrusting up into Celine as Dornan withdraws. I roll her until I'm on top, crashing my mouth into hers as everything that's been building spills out of me in wave after wave.
"Fuck…Celine…fuck…"
More pounding against the wall makes us all look in the same direction. I laugh because this situation is fucking crazy. I have two naked men in my dorm room and one woman who probably won't be able to walk for a week.
Celine reaches out for me. "Elias."
My head spins with alcohol and hope.
Up until tonight, we've been playing stupid games, but this feels different.
They came to find out if I was okay , my mind whispers. They didn't have to do that.
It shows a level of care beyond what games should involve, but believing is hard for me. Hoping for more feels impossible. My own parents don't give a fuck about me. Why would these three people?
"Elias?" Travis's voice cuts into my racing thoughts. "You okay, dude? You look gray?"
I touch my forehead as the spin seems to get worse. Celine touches my forehead, too. "He doesn't feel hot. It's probably just the alcohol. Are you okay?"
Three people's attention is all on me, and I don't like it. It's like having a microscope aimed in my direction. Fuck.
I pull Celine into a searing kiss, driven as much by my fear as by my desire.
Sex is the only safe place for me when these three people are around me.
Sex is a place where I can hide from my ghosts and from my hopes, but for how long.