28
CELINE
We're back together, and it doesn't seem real.
Now I know they want the same thing as me, I'm practically trembling as I lead Travis by the hand to his bedroom. A few days ago, I didn't think he'd be coming back. I imagined him with a new life in Germany, wheeling a baby in a stroller down a Berlin Street with that bitch, Lina, by his side. In my grim fantasy, his face was drawn and gray, and I wanted to pull him back to where he'd be happy. I wanted a chance to make that happen for him.
And now he's here, and I can hardly believe it.
And Dornan and Elias are here.
They want us to be together, not just to play games, but for real.
It shouldn't be possible, but they say it is. We have a second chance.
I was scared to hope, but I'm not anymore. The fluttering in my chest morphs into something different, my heart unfurling like the wings of a resting butterfly before it takes flight.
In the bedroom, Travis, Dornan, and Elias surround me. I start to unbutton my shirt to give my trembling hands something to do, but Travis takes hold of my wrists and lowers them until they hang by my sides. Our eyes meet, and the emotion that passes between us is an ocean swell that almost knocks me over. He touches my face, and my throat constricts and shifts at his tenderness. "Let me do it." His voice is gruff as his fingers find the first button. I forgot how much he likes to be in charge, but this feels different. He's taking care of me, and even though it's a simple act, the part of me that's always on edge, always ready for a flight, settles with the soft stillness of midnight snow. Travis is slow to remove my shirt like the slide of every button through its corresponding buttonhole builds his arousal the way it's building mine.
Knowing that Elias and Dornan are watching and waiting makes everything so much sweeter.
Underneath my shirt is a simple black satin bra, but the response from the men when they see it is far from simple. Three gruff moans cut the silence, and those moans only increase in volume when Dornan and Elias take a strap each and slide them from my shoulders, tugging to reveal my breasts.
Elias's dark eyes hold desire but also something reverential, his fingers grazing my skin with a tenderness that makes me ache. Dornan's crystal-clear gaze is as intense as blue fire, but his lips form a soft half-smile that mirrors my contentment.
Everything between us feels as sweet as candied apple and as bright as the first peek of the sun over the horizon.
We are four, but somehow, together in this moment, we are one.
Travis's hands are the first to touch me there, kneading and then pinching my nipples until I'm moaning, and my legs feel as though they might go out from under me. His deep blue eyes linger on my face, drifting to my lips as I dart my tongue out to wet them. I want him to kiss me. I need to feel his mouth, his passion, his tenderness. He gives me everything I need as Elias begins to unbutton my jeans. Dornan cups my cheek, turning my face to his so that he can kiss me slowly, too. Every nerve in my body feels alive with sensation and anticipation as I'm passed from man to man.
I'm liquid, slipping between their fingers, seeping between their lips, molding to them as they work together to explore all that I am and all that they make me want to be.
My fingers tingle with the urge to undress these men who are responsible for changing my life and filling me with the kind of love that I never thought I'd find.
I try to search beneath the hem of Dornan's shirt, making contact with the undulation of his abs, but Travis removes my hand again. This time, as Elias strips my jeans and panties from my legs and taps my calves so that I'll step free, Travis takes my hands and binds them behind my back with my bra. He tugs his shirt over his head, revealing the lean, muscular body I've missed so much. My mouth dries, my tongue feeling papery and dusty as he smiles cockily like he's aware of just how much I want to taste his skin.
"No touching," he says, undoing his thick brown leather belt before he tears it from the loops of his jeans. The sound it makes reverberates between my legs. He flicks open his fly and reaches for his thick cock, palming it a few times. "On your knees, Celine."
His order isn't harsh, but my body reacts like kneeling in front of him is a life-or-death action. I stare up at the full expanse of his body as my mouth fills with saliva at how gorgeous he is. Blue eyes gaze down at me with a softness that shouldn't match his dominance but somehow does. This dynamic is as much for me as it is for him. I love my submission as much as he loves to control.
He gestures to Dornan and Elias in turn, and they begin to strip, too. When their cocks are also free, he touches my cheek. "You're going to suck us now, Celine. You're going to suck us deep, and when we're good and ready, we're going to fuck your sweet pussy until you can't take anymore."
When he uses his cock to stroke my bottom lip, I flick out my tongue to taste him. "Put your tongue out," he says, and then he rests his cock on it, easing back and forth. Tapping the side of my face, he tells me to "open up." And then it's on.
I forgot how thick and long he is. Remembering was too painful when he was so far away with a wall of promises to another woman between us. But now, all that he is is mine. It's a struggle to balance with no hands to steady myself, and the position I'm in somehow makes the process feel more like he's using my mouth for his pleasure. The cool air in the room chills the wetness between my legs. My clit swells, anticipating a touch that doesn't come. Instead, Travis pulls back and turns my face to take Elias's cock. "That's it," Travis says. "Suck him like a good girl."
Elias stares down at me with eyes as black as coal but somehow as soft as a cloud. He threads his fingers into the hair at my nape and rests them there, never urging or demanding. I suck him like a form of worship because I know the hardships he's lived through, and I'm proud of the man he is despite them. He groans when I swirl my tongue around the head and flick the sensitive underside.
Travis, who's watching everything, strokes his cock with slow but mean-looking pulls.
"Dornan, now!" he orders.
Elias's dick slips from between my lips with an audible pop, and he releases his grip. I turn to find Dornan's thick cock ready and waiting for my attention.
I've seen porn just like this with one woman on her knees, taking man after man into her mouth. It always seemed degrading to me, but as I suck Dornan deep into my throat, I marvel that it doesn't feel anything like that in real life. I might be servicing them, but the way they're looking at me and touching me is with care and awe.
Dornan tastes salty-sweet, and his hand on my cheek is warm and rough. The more I take him, the more I crave to be filled. When I push my legs together, squeezing rhythmically for some release, Travis takes pity on me.
"Let's get her onto the bed."
I'm suddenly lifted by three men and placed so I'm kneeling on the bed. Elias lies next to me and urges my leg over him until I'm straddling his chest. "Sit on my face, baby," he says, cupping my ass with his big hands and nudging me forward. When my pussy is spread over his mouth, he tugs me down.
With my hands restrained behind my back, I'm forced to allow him to maneuver me in short, tight thrusts over his tongue. Dornan climbs onto the bed, cupping my right breast and then sucking the tightly beaded nipple.
Travis leans in to kiss my mouth, not caring where it's just been. His fingers trail the length of my spine from my neck to my ass so slowly that I tremble from the rippling sensation of awakening nerve endings. When his fingers trail lower, stroking over my taint, and Elias flicks my clit with the very tip of his tongue, my body seizes, vibrating with an orgasm so strong that I almost fall.
"That's it," Travis says, his face so close to mine I can see the yellow halo that surrounds his pupil. "That's it, baby. Come all over Elias. Let him taste you."
"Fuck," I rasp as Elias slaps my ass once, triggering another mini-spasm between my legs. I'm lifted from Elias, who turns as Dornan shifts so he's behind me.
I blink slowly, still dazed from pleasure. When Travis sits in front of me, with his legs splayed on either side of my knees, I don't immediately understand what he wants. Dornan's cock at my entrance wakes me a little. The first inch goes in smoothly, but I'm familiar with his girth now and anticipate the burn of full penetration before it happens.
"Holy fuck."
Elias laughs at my gasp in a way that sounds giddy. I know how he feels. None of this feels real because it's too good…too perfect. Travis strokes my face and pushes two fingers into my mouth, which I take, feeling the sweet violation, wanting to give him everything that I am. His knees come up, and he eases me forward until my upper body rests on his bent legs. Dornan holds my wrists as he pumps deeper, and Travis eases his cock between my lips.
I can't move. I'm captive.
Fingers probe between my legs, finding my clit at the same time they tweak my nipple. An unholy link of nerve endings and submission trips my switch again. I groan around Travis's cock as Dornan speeds his thrusts. "Fuck, she's coming again," he gasps. "Fuck. Ohhhh fuck."
The pulsing grasp of my pussy is met with the expansive swelling of Dornan's cock as he fills me with warm pleasure. Travis pulls back, letting me dwell in the dark place behind my eyelids where bursts of light break through.
Emotion tightens my throat, but I don't let it take hold as I'm eased onto my front, so my breasts are pressed into the comforter, and my head is turned to the side against the pillows. A shiver racks my whole body as Elias presses soft kisses down my spine.
Dornan slumps somewhere at the end of the bed as he struggles to get his breath. Travis's fingers ease the binds from my wrists, and he eventually rolls me until I'm on my back.
"Ready for more?" he asks.
I don't know if I am. My brain is shattered, and my body is weak. Then again, Travis likes me immobile, and I love it when he does whatever he wants to me and doesn't give me any choice in the matter. I flex my fingers and stretch my arms over my head.
"Hold her." Travis nods to Elias, who clambers behind me, taking my wrists in his huge hand and clamping them together. He leans over me, kissing my mouth in an upside-down position as Travis eases his cock inside me. With my legs over one shoulder, Travis folds me so the penetration is deep. His eyes are glazed as he looks down at me through fair eyelashes that are lowered with arousal. "You're perfect," he says, trailing his hand over my breast. "Totally fucking perfect."
His words touch a place inside me that was damaged at Eddie's rejection. When he discarded me, everything I'd given him felt worthless. I didn't love him, not truly, madly, or deeply. We just had fun, and I thought he respected me. What a joke that had been. Now Travis, Dornan, and Elias fill me with happiness and warmth. I didn't need revenge sex to get over what Eddie did to me. I needed this; the connection with these men, their kindness and care, their willingness to work together to be what I need. In the beginning, they weren't even friends. Now, they're prepared to commit to me and each other. Our union isn't simple. It feels momentous.
The slide of Travis's cock in and out is perfect. The undulation of his hips, which ripple his abs and clench his thighs, is heavenly. I don't know what I did in a previous life to deserve these three men, but it must have ended in heroics or martyrdom.
"Oh god," I gasp as he looms over me to get deeper. I tug at Elias's grip, struggling as the sensation between my legs becomes too much. I'm too sensitive, and I can't take it anymore.
"Easy," Elias soothes. With his free hand, he glides over my ribs, slowly up and down, avoiding my breast and ignoring my impossibly tight nipple until I want to scream at him to just touch me where it counts. Instead, I groan frustratedly, and he laughs.
"Is this what you want?"
The slight twist of my nipple is like fire between my legs. "Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes…" It's slurred and garbled, but I can't manage any better because I'm coming just as Travis pulls out and fists himself until he finishes. My feet drop to the bed, and I get a front-row seat to his release. With his head thrown back, thick throat bared, biceps clenched, and cock leaking all over his tight fingers, he's an erotic masterpiece. "Fuck, Celine. Fuuuuuuuuck."
Behind me, Elias laughs again, so high on what we're doing that it no longer sounds like him.
Travis releases his cock, which is still ridiculously hard. He uses his cum to paint circles around my nipples like he's claiming ownership of me in the most primal way.
Only Elias is left now, but I don't know how I'll deal with more. Who knew too much pleasure could be a thing? He lets my wrists go and shifts until he's next to me. Then suddenly, he rolls me, and I'm on top.
My hands are free, and I run them over his broad chest and rounded pecs. I slide my slit up and down his cock, coating him with my arousal and whatever mess Dornan and Travis have left behind. He groans, gripping my hips and thrusting upward, the power in his body making me feel as insubstantial as a rag doll.
Just looking at him gets me hot.
"Are you going to ride him, Celine?" Travis asks.
"Yeah, she is." Elias's dark eyes focus where our bodies are almost joined. All it will take is a slightly different angle, and he'll be deep inside me. "Take what you need," he says, tugging me in for a deep kiss. He pulls on my hair to separate us and whispers against my lips. "Use me."
I gasp, "Okay."
There's no resistance when I slide down onto his waiting erection. I'm so slick and open that I can take him easily despite his huge size. I rest my hand on his chest, giving a few testing rolls of my hips. The depth is crazy, but if I lean forward just a little, I can handle it. We move together like the calm ocean lapping against the hull of a ship. I lose myself in his eyes, his mouth, the press of his fingers into my flesh. I'm overwhelmed with feelings that tumble over and over in my chest, threatening to escape at any moment.
"That's it, baby," he says. "That's it. That's fucking it."
His eyes are scrunched tightly, his face twisted, and his neck strained. So close to release, he's even more beautiful.
The sense of unshackled power that rushes through me spins my mind as my body spasms.
"Oh fuck." His hips lose control, and then he's pumping up, releasing so deep that I almost fall off him. Only Travis and Dornan's steadying hands keep me where I need to be.
I don't stay upright for long, though. Somehow, I end up on my side with my head on Elias's chest and Dornan at my back. Their bodies are so warm and huge that I can't move at all.
There's no room for Travis to embrace me, but he doesn't seem bothered. He kneels over me with my legs between his, slicks his finger over his tongue, and runs it between my labia, landing on my clit.
"I can't," I groan, but he only laughs like my denial is the funniest joke he's ever heard. I understand why. With only a few tight circles, I'm already close again. "Use your fingers, Elias," Travis says.
Even though Elias is groggy as fuck, he pushes two thick fingers into my ravaged pussy and moves them in and out with a twist in easy strokes. Dornan kisses my neck and tells me I'm beautiful, and I come all over again, surrounded by loving words and persistent, gorgeous men.
The words "I love you" spill out of my mouth like a plea. It's said to no one in particular, and as soon as those three little words leave my lips, I'm stunned. I've never spoken them before. Eddie was never in my love zone, and it seems that I was never in his. In all the time we were together, I never felt the kind of connection I feel with these men.
"She's sex drunk," Elias says, but he peers down at me as though he isn't sure if that's the only reason I said the four-letter word that he probably fears as much as I do.
"I love you, too," Dornan says without hesitation. "I've felt it for the longest time, but I thought we'd just always be friends."
Travis bends to kiss the outside of my thigh. "I love you, too, baby," he says, threading his fingers through mine. Dornan kisses my neck, and I close my eyes, slipping into the bliss that is love and being loved.
A hand cups my face, and I open my eyes to find Elias gazing down at me. There's so much uncertainty in his expression. He hesitates, opening his mouth and pressing his lips together as though he's at war with himself. "It's okay," I whisper because it is. This isn't a race to the finish line. I know he cares about me. It's in every look and every touch and every protective act. I don't need words to feel treasured.
I touch his chest, and his heart beats at a rapid pace against my palm.
He kisses my lips so softly that tears spring to my eyes. These last weeks have been so fraught with emotion and so packed with craziness that I don't know whether I'm coming or going. When he pulls back and sees my tears, his swallow is audible.
"Don't cry," he says. "Don't cry because I'm an emotionally crippled asshole who can't express his feelings." He laughs dryly, using his rough thumb to brush away the single tear that escapes to run down my cheek.
"I'm not crying because I'm sad," I admit. "I'm crying because I never thought I could be this happy."
He blinks, surprised. I turn to kiss Dornan's lips, languishing in our first love kiss that is sweet and light and perfect. I scramble to sit so that I can wrap my arms around Travis and kiss him, too. His body is warm, and his touch is so gentle that another tear leaks from my eye.
Before I can return to Elias, he's there to ease me from Travis's embrace and pull me against his chest. His arms hold me so tightly I can hardly breathe. "I love you, Celine," he says. "It terrifies the fuck out of me, but there's nothing I can do about it."
Laughter bursts out of me the way it does when happiness is so large it has to overflow. This is it. Everything that I want is here. Everything that I'll ever need is wrapped up in these men.
No more games.
What we have is real, and I'm never going to let it go.