Page 61 of Huge Games

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 inpositions that the Karma 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.

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