Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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.