She flies with her own wings (16 page)

His hand slaps my behind and I cry out, “Yes, yes, yes, Tom, please!” I don’t even know why I say this, I don’t want more. Or at least, my brain doesn’t want more. My slutty body wants more and more and more.

Tom takes each of my wrists and holds them tightly behind my back. He pulls them up with every thrust and my pelvis claps against his groin. My shoulder muscles scream, and I swear, he’ll pull my arms out of their sockets.

His thrusts become harder and faster. My screaming gets hoarse. I say his name, anything I can think of, and I am sure some things are no real words, but just some syllables attached to each other. I feel him contort and know his orgasm isn’t far off. He lets go of my arms and rubs my clit. I come fast and hard as he thrusts into me and comes himself.

He falls onto me slowly and kisses my shoulders and strokes my skin. He pulls off the condom and moves in to snuggle me. His firm arms are wrapped around me, and his face nuzzles into my neck.

“Baby, that was incredible,” he whispers before nibbling at my earlobe.

“I’m so glad you all think I’m so great in bed when all I’ve done so far is just lie there and take it.” I grin and stroke his arms.

He laughs. “You’re lucky we like it that way.”

“You’re telling me. It’s like we were made for each other.”

His lips press against my neck. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“This last week has been the worst week of my life.”

I am instantly worried. “How come? Is everything okay now?”

He laughs quietly. “Just a severe case of blue balls. I wanted you so bad that I pretty much had a hard on whenever you were in the vicinity and now I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking.”

“Tom? What happens next?” I’m kind of surprised I can talk to all three of them freely. I mean, I spent hours naked with Matt and Will, but I hardly know Tom. Somehow it feels like the most natural thing in the world to talk to him about anything I feel. My vagina definitely adores him and isn’t making a big deal out of this. But she’s not to be trusted as she feels the same way about Matt and Will.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve slept with all three of you now, is that it? Is this all? Back to business? Or do we carry on sleeping with each other…and how is my poor vagina supposed to cope with three stallions?”

“How crazy would it be to stop now after we’ve all found out how great it is? Of course we keep fucking, there’s no questioning that. It might get a bit cramped in your bedroom and sure, all three of us—or shall I say all four of us?—want you all the time, but we’ll find our rhythm, I reckon. It’s new for us, too, there’s no rule book here. Let’s just see what happens.”

I nod.

“And to the last thing you mentioned, that could be a problem. We might want it often, but if you can’t anymore and you need a time out, we’ll just have to keep our pants on.” He grins. “It’ll be hard, but we’ll manage.”

“Tom?”

“Yes?” he kisses me on my earlobe.

“Will told me we’re exclusive. I mean, the four of us. Even though I sleep with all three of you, you only sleep with me. I kind of wondered if you guys slept with each other…”

“Shit, Thea, no way! We’re not gay or bi.”

“Yes, I know. Will said the same thing. What I wanted to say was, isn’t it unfair to you guys? I get to sleep with three guys while you only get to sleep with one woman?”

“No idea. We only want to sleep with one woman. Is that unfair?”

“Am I stupid for saying that I get this amazing feeling from knowing all three of you want me?”

I feel his smile on my neck. “So you don’t want to suggest bringing in another two women to even out the field?”

“No way! But that makes me a female macho, doesn’t it?”

“What do you call a female macho?”

“I don’t know. Macchiato?”

He laughs. “Latte Macchiato?”

“SNL’s got nothing on us.” I giggle.

He pulls me to him. “Let’s not give up our day jobs.”

“We’d starve and have to live off the goodwill of our roommates. Do you think they’d throw us out on our asses?”

‘Not you, they’d fuck you with or without a job. But what about me?”

“You’d probably have to walk the streets. I bet you’d be a hit with the ladies. Hey, maybe you’d earn enough to keep the both of us.”

“Lady Thea and her Callboy.”

“That’s a bestseller right there, if ever there was one.” I turn so that our chests touch and throw my arms around him. “You’re a bestseller.”

He kisses me softly on the lips. “Yours.”

Oh shit, this could get complicated. “I’m definitely keeping you.”

He grins at me. “At your service, Lady Thea.”

I reach between his legs and take hold of his hard cock. “Well if that’s the case, fuck me again, but this time soft and slow. My pussy needs a little tenderness after all this fucking.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He reaches into my nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom.

“Give it to me.” I take it and open it carefully. He turns onto his back. I put the tip between my lips, bend over him and roll the condom with my mouth as far as it will go and use my hand to secure it.

I grin. “I’ve always wanted to try that.”

He looks down. “Perfect and very hot. Makes putting on a condom more fun.”

“Have you ever done it without one?”

“No, you?”

“With Will.”

“You’re sleeping with Will without a condom?”

“It just kind of happened. Well, we were arguing and next thing I know we’re fucking without realising what we were doing.”

He looks at me carefully. “But you use protection?”

Ah, so it’s pregnancy he’s worried about. “Sure, I have an implant.”

“How many years have you had it?”

I don’t want to know how he knows about this stuff. “Two. It’s checked regularly, too.”

“When were you last tested?”

“Four months ago. But I hadn’t had sex for six months before Matt.”

He looks at me surprised. “How come? How did you go so long without?”

“No idea. My libido must’ve gone into hiding. I guess I was just sick of meaningless sex.” I shrug my shoulders.

“How many men have you slept with?” he asks suddenly.

“You really want to know?”

He nods. “Sure, I don’t think your number will shock me.”

I grin slightly. “Well, after everything I’ve heard, mine is probably around 5% of yours. I am kind of hoping that you haven’t really slept with half the female population of San Francisco.”

He grins. “And if I had?”

“I guess I’ll have to live with it, even though I’d only touch you with gloves on.”

He takes my hands and kisses them softly. “It’s a good thing it’s a massive exaggeration then. So, how many?”

“23. Wait, 24. That’s you.”

“5% sounds about right.”

I punch his chest playfully. “Slut.”

He puts his arms around me and turns us over so I’m under him.

“Tom?”

“Yes?”

“Does my number shock you?”

“No, why?”

“Well, it’s double the average.”

“So? Mine is 50 times the average. It doesn’t matter what happened in the past. What matters is what’s brought us here, to this point, in this bed. And in about 10 seconds, my cock in you.” He pushes into me gently, and I shiver.

I pull my legs up slightly, my hands playing in his tousled hair. He kisses my neck and my mouth. His thumb runs along my bottom lip and he lays both hands on my cheeks as he pulls me into an intense kiss. His lips are soft and warm but without being sluggish. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. His tongue glides slowly in and he sucks on my lower lip and nibbles at it.

He moves slowly in me, his cock caressing my pussy. Even though I love being fucked hard, gentle sex has its place, too. He strokes my arms, my face, my neck, my arms, and my breasts. His cock makes love to me, his tongue makes love to me, his hands make love to me.

All traces of the guy who just fucked me have disappeared. I open myself to him, his kiss, his eyes, which are fixed on mine, his hands, which hold me, his cock, which slides softly into me.

He is so unbelievably tender and takes his time loving me. Every part of my skin that he touches explodes into a fire that only he can control. I melt into him.

Even though it’s a completely different from our first time, that doesn’t make it any less intense. His gaze burns into my soul, and I know he sees everything.

How has this happened? How is it that Theodora Bennet has lost her head over three men? Admittedly, three very hot men but this isn’t a relationship.

Tom whispers sweet nothings in my ear, and it has the same effect as Matt’s dirty talk. I let myself go and my vagina throbs. My Tom.

He pushes a hand between us and plays with my clit while his mouth sinks onto my nipple. He sucks and licks at the puckered skin. I arch against him and push my breast deeper into his mouth.

“Baby, I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Bite my nipple,” I gasp.

He bites and I come hard and fast and the intensity shocks me. He comes right after me. He pulls me to him again and puts his arms around me. I fall asleep in his strong arms. My last thought? My Tom, Sex God Extraordinaire.
Lucky bitch,
Thea,
lucky bitch.

Will is waiting in front of the stadium for us. He kisses me on the cheek. “Hey, baby, did you have a good day?”

My cheeks flush; I can feel it. He grins at me and Tom looks like a man who spent the morning in bed. With a woman. Fucking.

Both of them keep a polite distance, not touching me or kissing me. Somehow I miss it, but I’m relieved at the same time. I’m not sure how I would have reacted to open affection from both of them. It probably would have been awkward which is something I don’t ever want to feel with them. Even if it isn’t a traditional relationship, it’s good for me, I think. At least it feels good. So good. I like all three of them and could never choose one over another, as I realized in the last hours. They’re all amazing men and not just because they’re hotties. They’re the whole package.

As I watch them, I realize I’m all in. I want this. Wherever this goes, whatever happens tomorrow, in a week or a year, we have today. And I’m going to enjoy every moment with them, whether that time is long or short. At least that’s what I feel now, worrying is for tomorrow.

I let my hand fall into Will’s. He looks surprised, but his fingers intertwine with mine. My other hand goes into Tom’s and he pulls it up to his lips.

Will looks at my jersey. “Number 7?”

“I have a thing for guys with ink.”

He laughs and squeezes my hand. We walk to our seats. I should have known…

“Why am I not surprised that these seats are great?”

“Perhaps, because after a week, you think you already know us,” Will teases.

He reaches for my cap and straightens the front. “Here,” he says and hands me a ticket. I can’t believe it. He’s given me a season ticket! “For me?”

He nods. Is that embarrassment?

I’m jumping up and down, before I hug Will passionately. His arms tighten around my back and he holds me to him.

When he loses his grip, I am breathing, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! That’s just amazing!”

I turn to Tom and hug him as well. He kisses my cheek.

I feel the glances of every woman surrounding us. And each and everyone is asking herself, what the hell I’m doing. Two sexy men and me. Yes, I do sleep with them. So, what?

“Beer and fish tacos?” asks Tom. I nod and he is off to find me something to eat.

“I’ve never sat this close!” I am grinning at Will.

“Excited, baby?” He’s laughing at my obvious joy.

“So much! I can’t wait.”

He puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses me lightly on the head. “You are so cute, when you are this excited.”

I’m leaning against him. “This is already one of the best days of my life.”

He whispers in my ear: “I’m planning to make it even better.”

I’m shuddering. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” he asks, while he puts some hair behind my ear.

“’Cause you make me all hot and bothered.”

He laughs. “Maybe that’s my plan.”

“Congrats. You succeeded.”

“You are crazy, baby.” He plants another tender kiss on my brow.

Tom comes back, juggling food and drinks. He hands us beers. “I didn’t know how many tacos you liked, so I brought three for you. Just to make sure you don’t steal our food, when you’ve done with yours.”

“Very funny, Tom.” I grab one. The first bite is always the best. Before I’ve swallowed I start talking again. I’m such a lady. “This should be a rule.”

“What?”

“I am allowed to exchange my food with yours, when yours looks better.”

Tom removes a little sauce from the corner of my mouth and licks his finger.

Will asks, “And what will you do for us?”

“You could make up rules, as well.”

He’s quite interested now. “Whatever we want?”

“Yep, but maybe I don’t follow it,” I joke.

“But we have to follow your rules?” asks Tom.

“Obviously.”

He bumps his shoulder against mine. “And you call that fair?”

“Of course. You are three, and I’m all alone,” I tell him amused.

Will chimes in, “That doesn’t mean you get three votes, baby.”

I am looking at him shocked. “Why not? You mean you can always overrule me?”

He looks at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes. “That’s the way it is.”

I box against his shoulder. “That’s unfair! You three are of the same opinion, it’s three to one, and I find myself the guest of a SM party.”

They are both laughing at that. Tom replies, “S & M is not my kind of stuff, but how about tied to my bed and all three of us fuck you thoroughly?”

“Damn it, Tom, and I thought, you were the nice one.”

They are laughing again, before Will says, “That’s where you went wrong.”

“Hmmm.” I’m eating quietly for a short while. This is really good stuff. “Ok, I have another rule.”

“Tell us.”

“I can always have half of your dessert.”

Will teases me, “You are a little wolverine, Thea.”

I am chewing off a big bite and make a show of it. Will bumps his shoulder into me and gives me a little smile that melts my heart.

“One of the hot things with Thea is that she eats normally,” says Tom. “And that’s why she’s curvy and we can grab her without fear to break her, if we are too hard.”

Will holds his fist up and Tom bumps it.

“Men,” I say and grab my second taco.

They don’t hide their amusement with me.

It’s amazing to watch football with the guys. Sam and Josh aren’t really interested, so I’ve never had the pleasure to watch a game with people who share my joy of the game.

Everyone in my hometown was fan of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The year they won the Superbowl in 2002, everyone was partying for days, but for me it was torture. I thought I might never watch a game without vomiting all over the place. Literally. Connor McCreepy was the quarterback of my highschool’s team.

I’m getting rid of my negative thoughts and focusing on the game at hand. The 49ers win against the Houston Texans 34 to 3. Yay.

We take a taxi back home and both guys can’t keep their hands off of me. Tom’s hand is under my tricot, and he palms my breasts, while Will’s fingers graze me between my legs.

One moment I am confused as to how this is going to play out. I mean, both of them are turned on, and I would bet a million that they both want sex. A threesome? The thought makes me kind of nervous; I have to admit. It’s one thing to have sex with one guy at a time, and a completely different thing to do it with both of them at the same time. I don’t think I could do this. Could I? Well, if they suggested it, I would probably try it. And I am sure they’d make sure, that I had a great time. But…I don’t know.

Tom opens the door to our apartment, while Will kisses me passionately. I am backing off a little and ask, “And what now?”

They look at each other, before Will shrugs. “You take her first and when you’re done it’s my turn.”

He slaps my rear, winks at me and marches in his room.

Tom doesn’t waste any time and pulls me to him for a passionate kiss. I open my mouth and let his tongue inside. They’re all such good kisses. And what can I say? I love kissing.

He pulls me into my room and throws me onto the bed. He lies on top of me, spreads my legs and plants himself between them, while he carries on kissing me. He grabs my hair and holds my head so that his tongue can dive deeper into my mouth. Oh God, I’m going to come just from kissing!

He presses his cock against me, and I feel how hard it is. Our hips rub against each other, every time his bulge grazes my clit. I moan and claw at his shirt.

“Thea, baby, suck me off.” He murmurs and changes position. I take off his shirt and kiss down his body. When I reach the band of his pants, I lick at his cock through the material and he groans. I bite gently, and his hands go into my hair to hold me tight with my teeth on his bulging cock.

“Do it again,” he groans.

I oblige, and I feel him go even harder.

“Fuck, Thea, put it in your mouth, I can’t hold out much longer.”

I release his cock from his pants and start licking.

“Put it deep in your mouth, now!” He thrusts into my mouth.

“Teeth, baby! I like it harder.” My teeth graze at his skin, and he almost flips out. He tries to hold back from coming.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cries out as he slides back and forth. His head is thrown back, his eyes lusty and hazed. There’s not many things sexier, than a man who’s about to come.

I take his balls in my hand and play with the seam, but he grabs at my hands.

“Keep them off, Thea,” he says, and it’s not long before he comes. One last deep thrust and he holds it there. His warm spunk shoots into my mouth. As he pulls out, I open my mouth slightly to show him his cum. He pushes two fingers into my mouth and lets me suck on them.

“Yeah, baby, now swallow.” He strokes my throat lightly with his finger. I lick my lips and his eyes are wild and turned on. He pulls me into a hug.

“Shit, Thea, I can’t remember the last time I came that quick. No one’s ever bitten my cock before. Who would have thought it’d be such a turn on?” He laughs.

“Sorry,” I murmur.

He strokes my face. “Don’t do that, don’t apologize. It was amazing. You can do that again and again.”

I smile at him and kiss his lips softly. My hand reaches down between us, and I rub his cock. He hasn’t gone soft after coming. “How do you want me?”

“For always.” He grins at me.

I giggle and feel my cheeks go red. “Don’t say stuff like that, Tom.”

He lets go of my face and kisses me softly but urgently. “God’s honest truth, Thea. I want you for always.”

I feel something warm spread over me. He wants me. For always. Up until now the words ‘always’ and ‘forever’ scared me. I mean, it’s forever! How can someone not be scared of that?  Always could be 60 years. 60! I mean, I’m not yet 30, and I’ve never done anything for more than a couple of years, and I’ve never had the same people in my life for very long, which can’t be normal, but that’s probably just my skewed life experience.

“Thea, breathe.” I hear Tom’s voice through the fog of thought. Whoa, panic attack.

“I’m fine. Sorry!”

“What happened? You looked totally panicked.” He looks at me, worried.

“Well, that word ‘always’ sounded so permanent,” I try to explain.

He laughs. “Do we have a relationship-phobe in the house?”

I frown. “Let’s put it this way, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience when it comes to connections. Maybe because I always got out before it ever got serious.”

“Baby, this here is serious. We’re not just messing around here. I mean, you’re living with us. If we’d wanted something casual, we’d never have given you a key to our apartment.”

“Scared of stalkers?”

He grins. “Something like that. You, sweet, darling Thea can stalk me until your heart’s content. And just so you know, nothing turns me on more than my favorite stalker waiting naked in my bed for me.”

“So noted.” I kiss his lips.

Tom pulls my sweater off me and snaps open my bra. He kneads and strokes my breasts, kisses them and whispers to them. He presses his face in the valley between and kisses round them.

“Which do you like more, my breasts or me?”

He cups them and kisses one and then the other. “You, but your tits are my favorite thing about you.”

“Do you want to fuck them?”

“Definitely, but not now. Right now I want to be in you.”

He pushes his hand into my pants and strokes my pussy gently. I press against his hand.

“Do you want me in you?” he asks huskily.

“Um…”

“Bitch,” he grins and slides his finger into me. “Is that enough?”

I shake my head.

“So you do want me in you…” He strokes tantalizingly between my legs.

“Yes, yes, Tom! I want, I want!” I can’t pretend to be disinterested any more. I want him in me. My vagina throbs with anticipation.

He grins wolfishly. “Perhaps I don’t want to any more…” He pulls his finger out of me.

I groan frustratingly. “Put your cock in me! Now!”

He folds his arms. “Not happening.”

I pull off my pants and underwear and put a condom on him. I let my hand glide over his cock, straddle him and sink slowly onto his erection. Before he’s in me, I stop and look deep into his eyes. Two can play at this game.

He grabs my hips and pulls them down while thrusting up into me at the same time. I moan out loud and just like that he has the upper hand. Again.

“So sweet that you thought you were in control,” he scoffs as he pounds into me.

I moan as my pelvis grinds against him. “How did I think you were the nice one?”

“Don’t stop, ride my cock,” he orders before saying, “What made you think I was the nice one?”