Page 34 of Huge Games

Higher and higher, they push me. Closer and closer to coming. My head spins, half from arousal and half from oxygen deprivation, as Elias thrusts into my mouth.

I lose myself as they use me for their pleasure, and the weightlessness expands inside me, setting me free.

"Oh, FUUUCKKK." Dornan seizes over me, his body becoming a wall of strained muscle, his face twisted and flushed as pleasure overcomes him. Elias pulls out of my mouth, using his hand to finish himself, groaning like he's expelling his last breath, and it's the sight of his cum leaking in ribbons over his fingers that triggers me to finish again.

"Fuck, Celine." Dornan pants, breath rasping, chest heaving. He's still inside me, thrusting to prolong my orgasm. The soft stroke of Travis's hands over my body sends me into a transcendent space I've never experienced before.

No wonder my friends risked everything for their unconventional relationships. If this is how good it can be, I don't think I'll ever want to go back.

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 shewants 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 hellshe'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?"

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