ELIAS
ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY
Bonus Epilogue continues...
Travis grabs a tray from the console table in the corner. On it is an empty beer bottle and five different words written on Post-it notes in his flamboyant cursive. ICE. HEAT. TOY. CUCUMBER. COOL WHIP. There’s also a small pink die.
Celine’s brows draw together as she reads through the options.
“Cool Whip?”
“Yeah.” Travis disappears into the kitchen and a minute later appears with another tray featuring a small glass of ice, a cup of steaming water, a pink sex toy that looks like a rose, a very large and thick cucumber, and a can of Cool Whip.”
“This game is all about you,” he tells Celine. “Take off your panties.”
In less than five seconds, Celine has dropped her white lace thong onto the floor and is naked beneath her plaid skirt. I disagree that this game is all about Celine. She’s my hottest fantasy right now. The epitome of every wet dream I had as a teen.
“Roll the die. One or two is me. Three or four is Elias. Five or Six is Dornan. Then, spin the bottle.”
Celine grabs the die and bites her bottom lip as she shakes it in her loose fist. Three of four, I think. Make it three or four. I want to get my tongue between her legs, ideally combined with Cool Whip. It’s her turn to get slippery and sticky.
The die tumbles over the tray, hitting the corner and ricocheting away, landing on a one. Travis celebrates by pumping his fist as Celine spins the bottle. It teeters a little on its side, but as it slows to a stop, it points to ice.
“What if I want to combine the options?” Celine asks. “Like, ice and cucumber could be fun!”
“It really could be.” Travis smooths his beard, making a rasping noise as he ponders Celine’s suggestion. “If that’s what you want, we can go with it.”
Celine doesn’t waste any time. She shifts forward until her ass is perched on the edge of the couch and lifts her skirt until it’s around her waist. Fuck. My dick is so hard my head swims. It gets even harder when she slowly parts her thighs, spreading open her sweet pink pussy. Her little clit is already swollen, peeking out, ready for contact. She’s glisteningly wet. Lucky Travis will get to lap that up.
With the ice and cucumber in hand, he approaches, dropping to his knees and pushing against the inside of her thighs. “Hands above your head,” he instructs.
Celine clasps her hands behind her head and closes her eyes. Jesus. This girl is perfect.
Travis pops a cube of ice into his mouth and holds it there for long enough to chill his tongue. He doesn’t spit it out, just shifts closer to run his cool tongue through Celine’s folds. She flinches and groans, then moistens her lips as he rests his tongue directly over her clit.
“Oh god, Travis.” She fights to keep her hands where they are. I’m not sure if she’s desperate to pull him closer or shove him away. This kind of play, with elements of pain and pleasure, has that effect.
When he rests the blunt end of the cucumber against her entrance, Celine drops her legs open even wider. Watching it disappear inside her is a headfuck. I fist my cock, wanting to be that fucking cucumber so much that my balls feel like they’re on fire. The orgasm she gave me is washed away, replaced only by the urgent need for another. I’m greedy for her. Greedy and frantic. If I don’t get to play next, I don’t know what I’m going to do.
“Oh fuck,” Celine gasps. She shifts her hips as the cucumber slips another inch deeper, and Travis gives it a twist. In less than a minute, she’s coming hard, her knuckles the color of bone as he grips the sofa cushions on either side of her.
Travis straightens and then leans in to kiss her sweetly parted lips. Her eyes are closed as she absorbs the pleasure. I slick the head of my dick, shifting closer, ready to take my turn but Celine’s too spaced out to roll the die again.
“What happens if she rolls your number again?” I ask Travis as he peels up the Post-its for ICE and CUCUMBER.
“I get to go again!”
I scowl, but it’s his game, and I know it will end up with us all in the bedroom in the end. If Celine can’t walk, I’ll carry her pleasure-limp body to our bed and fuck her boneless.
“Celine,” I say. “Wake the fuck up and roll the die.”
She cracks one eyelid, peering at me with her pretty green eye. “Bossy, much!”
“Hungry to get a taste,” I admit.
She inhales deeply and pushes herself into a seated position, blinking a few times to clear the post-orgasm fog. I grab the die and hand it to her impatiently.
“Okay. Okay.” Celine shakes it and tosses it onto the tray. It lands on a six, and Dornan whoops, punching the air like he just scored a touchdown.
I can’t be mad, though. He’s only doing what I would have done if the die landed on me.
“Alright, big boy. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Her slender fingers grip the bottle and spin it. It lands on TOY, and Dornan picks up the pink rose and studies it, raising his eyebrows as he flicks a switch and it starts to move.
“What the fuck is this? It doesn’t look like any vibrator I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s a suck-toy, not a fuck-toy,” I grumble. “Now get the fuck on with it.”
“Shit, dude.” Travis tosses a decorative pillow at me, narrowly missing my head. “You’re taking the anniversary joy out of this game with your grumpiness.”
“He’s just desperate for a taste,” Celine croons. She runs her finger between her legs. “Come here, baby.” Beckoning me with her slick finger, I step close enough for her to slip it between my lips. Damn. That’s what I need. More of that. “See. All better?”
She pats my shoulder as Dornan shoulders me out of the way, approaching Celine’s pussy with the toy gripped in his giant hand. He’s biting his lips with concentration as he positions it, and Celine gasps. “Holy fuck.”
“That feel good, baby?” he asks.
“Oh. My. God.”
As though she’s a drowning woman grasping for land, she grabs Dornan’s hair and doesn’t let go. He groans, dropping closer so he can lick at her entrance, giving her extra stimulation, and she bucks her hips, agitated and desperate to come.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against her flesh. Let me taste your pleasure.”
“Oh… don’t… don’t…stop.”
Her body curves forward, and her hand snatches to pull the toy away as she pants through her release. It looked more painful than pleasurable, but what do I know? Women’s orgasms are so different from men’s.
“My turn.” I grab the Cool Whip, not caring about breaking the rules. I get to choose because I’ve had to wait the longest for my turn. It seems Dornan and Travis are happy to abandon the rules of the game at this point, and Celine is still incoherent when I approach her.
I touch her cheek and kiss her parted lips. She moans softly, blinking and smiling. “Give me a minute,” she whispers, reaching up to grip my jaw.
“Thirty seconds, tops!”
“Always so impatient.” Her words are teasing rather than abrasive. She loves that I’m always desperate for her. The grabbier and bossier I am, the better she likes it.
I push up her top and pull down the cups of her bra. When her pretty pink nipples are bare to the air, I squirt Cool Whip in two circles and duck my head to suck her clean. The cream’s cold, so she gasps when I squirt a burst of it onto her clit. The contrasting heat of my tongue has her writhing. More cream and more licking follows until my mouth is messy and Celine is sticky. My dick is like an iron bar, and all I want to do is shove it inside her so I can feel her come.
“Celine, I want to give you my dick.”
“It isn’t Christmas,” she whispers.
“It’s anniversary dick,” I smile.
“I’ve never had anniversary dick before.”
Bracing my hand on the edge of the sofa, I bring my cock close to her pussy, wondering what she means. I know she went through at least two anniversaries with her dick-cheese ex. Maybe he didn’t mark the occasion. That would be typical of Eddie.
Whatever she means, I’m glad I’m the first to give her anniversary dick. I want all her firsts to be with me, Travis, and Dornan from now on.
She’s so wet that pushing inside her is easy. She’s used to us now; our bodies have adapted perfectly to each other. I ease my hand beneath her back and tug her upright so she’s in my lap and we’re chest to chest and face to face. I brush back her pretty red hair and drag my thumb over the dusting of freckles on her cheek. She’s so beautiful to me, like the universe put together all the best attributes to make me my perfect woman.
She kisses me softly, over and over, grinding her pussy against me with a rhythm that drives me crazy.
I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m thankful I did every day.
“Come, baby,” I whisper, pinching her sweet nipple and twisting it in just the way she likes.
When her pussy flutters around my cock, I let go deep inside her, holding her against my chest and breathing in her orange blossom shampoo.
It takes me a few minutes to regain my strength, and when I do, I scoop her up, striding towards the bedroom so I can deposit her in the middle of the bed. Travis and Dornan follow, and as much as they probably want to fuck her too, Celine is now seriously out of it.
I head to the bathroom to get a damp wash cloth so I can clean her up. When I spot the state of my face in the mirror, I splash it with water before striding back into the bedroom.
Dornan has undressed Celine and has one of his worn t-shirts in his hand. Travis takes the cloth from me and wipes the cream from her chest, and cleans her between her legs.
When Dornan has slipped the shirt over her head, Celine hums contentedly.
“Anniversary games rock so much more than revenge games.”
“Because you’re ours now,” I remind her.
She closes her eyes and her sweet lips lift at the corners.
“I’m yours,” she whispers. “All yours.”
(c) Stephanie Brother 2024
