She flies with her own wings (20 page)

I look at Tom, questioningly. For some reason I find myself checking with him to see if it’s okay to dance with another man. I’d far rather kick myself for being so ridiculous, but it somehow feels right. Tom nods and I take Michael’s hand. Shit, Thea, what the hell? You don’t need permission to dance with someone.

And Michael can dance. He spins me around the room, lifts me, turns me, it’s almost like sex on the dance floor, even though there’s no sexual attraction. It’s like dancing with Pablo. And then the penny drops: Michael is gay. Perhaps I could fix him up with Josh…?

When the song finishes, I’m in his arms and his hand rests on my butt. He lets me go slowly.

I need a moment to get my breath back before I smile at him, “Okay, I’ll take you to Underground and introduce you to my friend Josh.” I wink at him.

“Is that your tall, good-looking dance partner?” he asks me.

“No, that’s Pablo, and he’s taken. Since forever, but Josh is totally hot, too, really.”

“Thanks, Thea. Getting into Underground is my dream. And if I get to escort the Queen in…”

“I’m not the Queen. That’s Carolina Hernandez. I’m just one of the courtiers,” I joke.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?” Rosalind asks me.

I push a strand of hair back behind my ear. “I’d been about a year in San Francisco when I discovered this little dance studio. The window was full of pictures of dancers. Music was floating out and it made me want to dance there and then. Someone came out of the studio just then, smiled at me and invited me in. And then we danced together. I haven’t stopped since. The studio belongs to Pablo, my dance partner, and his partner Carlos.”

“And what’s the Underground?” Abby asks.

I grin. “It’s an exclusive Salsa-Club. You can only get in with someone who’s already a member. It’s never in the same place in the city. You get the address of the venue via text thirty minutes before it starts. The club promoter, Pancho, sends the text to ten people and one of them is Pablo. He’s my insider, and he only got to be an insider because his boyfriend, Carlos, plays in the house band.”

“I didn’t know we were in such exulted company,” Tom interjects.

Michael’s mouth hangs open. “You were there?”

Tom shrugs his shoulders. “Sure, we went on Thea’s first evening with us.”

“Matt didn’t say anything.” Michael looks slightly hurt.

I put an arm around his shoulders and whisper, “Soon you’ll be the star of Underground.”

He grins at me.

“It’s a bit like sex on the dancefloor, isn’t it?” asks Rosalind to cries of ‘Mother!’ ‘Grandma!’ and ‘Rosalind!’

“What? Just because I’m old, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten what sex is.” Robert looks around desperately as she continues, “You should be glad I know what it is, otherwise, you’d never have been born.”

“Oh, God, Grandma!” cries Will. “It’s bad enough knowing your own parents have sex, but that your own Grandma…God, no images!”

She smiles at him, sweetly. “I’m 80. Not dead. And there’s this cute guy in my morning coffee gang…” At this point, chaos descends as the grandchildren jointly start shouting, “No pictures, no pictures.”

At some point she quits and winks at me. Feisty broad.

I’m just unlocking my car when Tom takes the key from me. “I’ll drive, baby. You had three glasses of wine.”

Will opens the passenger door for me and I get in. Will gets into his own car as Tom, and I drive off. He looks ridiculously uncomfortable and I start to giggle.

“What?”

“You’re just too big for this car.” I laugh, and he grins at me.

“You should buy a bigger car. This one isn’t designed for sex.”

“I’m sure we could manage.”

I suddenly remember Matt. Oh God, I sent him a picture of my breasts. So much happened after that, that I didn’t have time to check my phone for his reaction. I pull my cell out of my bag and delete all the missed calls from Tom and Will.

“You both panicked a bit, didn’t you,” I say.

He tilts his head. “A bit, perhaps.”

I open our chat box.

I have a hard-on. I can’t wait to lick your tits, kiss them, suck them, nibble them, bite them, slap them, and fuck them.

His answer came half an hour after I sent mine. The next one from him came half an hour later:

God, babe. My dick is longing for you. Thursday evening you are going to be fucked so hard. Make sure you get home early.

Following by another a bit later:

Your tits are now my screen pic. Every time I look at them, I get hard.

I write back:

I can’t wait for Thursday! I want you deep in me.

I know it’s three in the morning in New York, and I won’t get an answer, but I want it to be the first thing he reads when he wakes in the morning.

My cell rings. Matt.

“Matt!” I call, happily into the receiver.

“Hi, babe. Where are you right now?”

“In the car, we’ve just left the family dinner.”

“Are you driving?” he sounds worried.

“No, Tom’s driving. Apparently, I had too much wine.”

“Did you meet my parents?”

“Yes.”

“Did my mom make you cry?”

“Yes.”

He laughs. “What did she say this time?”

“That I was not to break your heart.”

“Nor should you.”

I smile slightly. “You’ll break mine.”

“Never, babe. I want you for always.”

For always. And I didn’t flip out. Progress.

“Did you like my message?” Tom looks over at me curiously.

“Fuck, yeah! I knocked three out and was still horny.”

“Matt?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I can’t wait for Thursday,” I whisper.

“Neither can I, babe. First, I’m going to fuck you in your mouth. Your tits are naked while you kneel down in front of me and look at me the whole time. My cock is deep in your mouth, my hands in your hair while I thrust in you. My whole cock in your mouth, babe.”

I moan quietly. “I know that gets you horny. After you’ve tasted my cum, I’m going to take you on the kitchen table. I’m going to push my cock so deep into you. Without a rubber, babe. I can’t wait to feel you. Will and Tom tell me it’s unbelievably hot. And then the thought of my cum in you. Damn.”

My breathing gets faster. “Yeah, that turns you on, too. I will fuck you until you can’t think, until you cry out my name.” Oh yes please.

“Then I’m taking you in my room and I’ll use the horse crop. “I’ll slap your ass, your tits and your pussy. You will come so hard, babe. And then I’ll fuck you again. You’ll never have been fucked so hard. And you’ll beg me to take you harder. And I’ll do it until you can’t anymore and you beg me to stop and then I’ll ram my cock in your mouth so you can drink my cum.”

My legs begin to shake. “Babe, tell me how wet you are. Stick a finger in and tell me how much you want me.”

I do it. “I’m ridiculously wet, Matt.”

“Pass me to Tom.”

I give Tom my cell. I hear voices agreeing before Tom hangs up. He doesn’t give me back my cell but does something to it.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m installing a tracker.”

What? “What? What for?”

“Baby, all three of us were worried today. Matt because you didn’t answer him and Will and I because you turned up late.”

“So for that reason you want to know where I am at any time of the day?”

“Yes.”

“You must be crazy. I don’t want you stalking me the whole day.”

“It’s not stalking. We worry about you.”

“Shit, Tom. It’s one thing to order me about in bed and it turns me on when you tell me how you’re going to have me but it’s another thing entirely when you start trying to control me outside of the bedroom.”

He looks at me calmly. “We don’t want to dominate you, baby. I promise you, this is the only thing. Nothing more. We won’t interfere with anything else. It’ll be just like before. Just a little tracker, just so we always know where you are, at least.”

“Promise?” I ask. I’m not loving the idea, but I can probably live with it.

He lays a hand on my leg. “Promise.” He then slides his hands into my pants and strokes my wet folds.

“Ridiculously wet, sounds about right.”

“Tom, I don’t think I can tonight. I am exhausted, and it’s already late.”

His fingers slide into me. “When you are tired, we’ll do it quickly, but I want to fuck you tonight.” His finger thrusts hard and deep in me, and I cry out quietly.

“Those are the sounds I want to hear. And by the way,” he leers at me. “I expect texts like that, too.”

Will is waiting for us as we drive into the underground garage. We park next to his car, and he opens the door to let me out. Then he pushes me over the hood, pulls down my pants and fucks me in the garage.

He whispers into my ear, “I know you’re tired, but I have to have you.”

His thrusts are hard and fast. I cry out his name while he fucks me over the car. As he comes and pulls out, I feel Tom’s cock thrust in me and start up the same rhythm. I moan loudly. I’m so turned on by the fact that they both want me that they’re both hard and can’t wait to take me, so they do it in the garage instead of our apartment. When he’s finished, he pulls up my pants and we go up together in the elevator.

When we get back to the apartment, they both kiss me goodnight, and go to their rooms to sleep. I go to my room, quickly shower, clean my teeth, moisturize my body and snuggle into my bed. It’s strange not to have someone lying next to me. My door opens, and Will enters in his pj bottoms. He pulls up the cover, gets in next to me and throws an arm over me. He kisses me on my head, whispers, “Good night, baby,” and pulls me tightly to him.

After around three hours of sleep, I’m in the office at six in the morning. I’m knocked out, a little sore from all the attention of my boys, and my mood is foul. I manage the crisis, everyone comes to me with their problems, even the bosses. It’s like I became the official catastrophe manager overnight.

I’m already exhausted and it’s not even lunchtime. My cell rings. Tom.

“Hi, baby.” He sounds happy and relaxed. Not surprising, he wasn’t the one in the office at six in the morning.

Hi.”

He laughs. “Sounds like someone’s in a bad mood.”

“Maybe.”

“Am I the reason for it?”

“No,” I sigh. He’s not. He’s the one that always makes me feel better.

“Then don’t take it out on me,” he says and his voice becomes serious.

“You’re right, Tom, sorry.”

He laughs again. “I know a way you can make it up to me.”

“Let me guess, with sex?” Somehow his good mood is infectious.

“Well, yeah but on this occasion, I’m calling to ask you out on a date. Just us. You and me.”

I smile. A date with Tom. “Is that allowed?”

“Sure it is, you’ve been out with Matt and Will, and we’re allowed to do what we want. If you want to go out with one of us, you can.”

“Okay, I want to go on a date with you, Tom.”

He chuckles. “Your wish is my command, baby. Do you think you can get away earlier today?”

“Define ‘earlier’?” I say, slowly.

“Around six?”

I consider and reckon I can manage it. “I think so.”

“Is it ok if I pick you up from work?”

“And my car?”

“Will can drive you to work tomorrow.”

“Fine, okay. Tom?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I can’t wait,” I whisper.

“What?”

“I can’t wait!” I shout into the receiver.

“That’s better.” He laughs and that sound is so joyous I want to store it for bad times. “What are you wearing?”

“Um…”

“Skirt or pants?”

“Skirt.”

“Very good. I’ll pick you up at six.”

Once I’ve hung up, I sit and think for a moment. Then I do it, without thinking about it further. I pull off my panties, put them in an envelope and courier them over to Tom’s office, marked private and confidential. Then I get back to work. An hour later my cell beeps.

Good thing you’re wearing a skirt. I’m hard already and I’m going to fuck you against the first wall I find after I pick you up x

I grin and notice myself getting wet. My pussy may be sore, but she can’t get enough of these hot men. What the hell is happening? Two weeks ago I didn’t even think about sex. My libido was off on some holiday in a far-flung land. These men have barely been in my life for two minutes and my pussy’s turned into a full-blown diva in constant demand.

I feel like a permanently turned-on teenager. This is going to wind down at some point, isn’t it? I won’t be constantly turned on for ages, will I? My pussy tells me to stop that bull. Of course she wants to be permanently horny and always within a 30 foot vicinity of the three hotties. And naked so they always have easy access if they feel like sticking their cocks in me. And when I think about it, that doesn’t sound so bad.

When I leave the building at five past six, Tom is leaning against his jeep, waiting for me. My steps become faster until I almost fly at him. He catches me up, laughing and spins me round. Then he cups my rear and presses me into his erection.

“You little minx, that little delivery had me distracted the whole day.” He kisses me while fondling my bottom.

I know that several of my colleagues are probably watching, but I can’t seem to sum up the energy to care. What I have with Tom is just too good. He opens my door for me before getting in on his side.

“Where are we going?” I ask him.

He grins. “First stop, somewhere I can fuck you quickly.”

I stroke the bulging material of his pants. “Would you like me to put your cock in my mouth?”

He looks so unbelievably turned on. He opens his trousers and frees his cock. He starts driving and as soon as we’re out of the building’s sight, I bend down and lick the head of his penis.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so good.” His breathing becomes jagged.

I lick along his shaft and his hands tighten on the wheel as he winds through the traffic. My mouth covers his tip, my tongue playing with it. He groans quietly. I play with the sensitive skin, making him wild. I hold him with my lips and suck up and down. I fondle his balls while I try to take as much of him as I can into my mouth.

“Baby, I’m almost there,” he groans. One of his hands leaves the steering wheel and holds my head. He pushes my head down on his cock hard while he thrusts up and comes with a small cry. He shoots into my mouth, and I swallow quickly. As I lift my head, I lick off the rest of his cum. I sit back and pull on my seatbelt.

He grins at me while he puts his cock back into his pants. “Seriously, baby. How could we have found such an amazing woman?”

“Ebay.”

He chuckles. “Don’t ever leave.”

“Is that what you want?” I gaze at him.

He takes my hand and pulls it to his lips. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

I feel a frisson of something wonderful go through me and my body breaks out in goosebumps. “Whoa, look at this,” I say and show him my goosebump-covered arm.

He strokes my arm slowly and moves up to the opening of my top. His hand slips in and under the cup of my bra to fondle my breast. I turn a little so it’s easier for him.

“Say that you want to stay forever.”

I lick my lips. “I want to stay forever.”

He smiles at me, and I’ve never seen a happier smile. My Tom.

He pinches my nipple and pulls out his hand.

“Okay, baby. This week’s schedule: tomorrow you’re out with Will. Make sure you can get out of work on time.”

“Stop.”

He looks at me.

“I’ve made plans to go out with Sam.”

“Can’t you cancel?”

I shake my head, determinedly. “No way, I’m not one of those women who abandons a friend for a man—or three.”

“Fine, then it’s just a fuck date with Will. Make it quick with Sam so he has time to play with you.”

“And why are you arranging dates for Will? Shouldn’t he be doing that?”

“Because it’s not your only appointment this week. Matt is back on Thursday. You have to make sure you’re there early to that he can get his week of abstinence out of his system. He’ll most probably have a pretty bad case of blue balls.” He grins. “And our fuck-fest starts on Friday.”

“What?”

“We’re all at home this weekend. None of us has anything else planned which means you will be fucked every which way by us.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He grins. “I know. We’ll start with fucking you in the ass, which I’m very much looking forward to. And then all your openings are fair game. Whoever wants whatever, will have it.”

“Oh, God, Tom, don’t say it like that,” I plead.

He looks at me, surprised. “What do you mean? You like it when we order you around in bed.”

“But when you talk about my ‘openings’ it sounds like it’s just
who can stick their cock in me as often as they can
.”

He takes my hand. “You know it’s not like that. We’re crazy about you. It’s not just sex, not just physical. You know that. I’ve already told you twice that I want you for always. I’m not playing around, I’m being serious, and you should take it that way. This isn’t a game.”

A warm feeling spreads through me. Dare I believe what’s he’s saying?

“Okay, darling Thea?”

I nod.

“Then get over here and give me a big fat kiss while the light’s red.”

I let my tongue slide into his mouth while his hand fondles my breast with increasing pressure. Oh God, it feels amazing. How can I still be this horny after all this incredible sex?  Every time one of them touches me, I go from 0 to 60 in under half a second.

I sit back as the light goes green. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see…”

Ten minutes later, we draw up by a tattoo studio. I clap my hands excitedly. “Really?”

“If you want.” He smiles at me.

“Yes! I’ve wanted to for ages!” I throw my arms around his neck, kiss him, and press my breasts against him. I know that all three love it when I do that. His hand grabs my ass, and he pulls me onto his lap. He slides a hand up my top and begins to play with my tits. I moan into his mouth. Shit, did I just think ‘tits’? Their dirty talk is obviously beginning to rub off on me.

“Okay, baby, enough, otherwise we’ll never get your tat done.”

I climb off his lap and we go into the studio.

“Hey Tom!” A huge bald guy greets Tom with a hug and several manly pats on the back. Men.

“Hey Mike, long time no see.”

“Yeah, man. What can I do for you? You want some new ink?” He grins.

“Always, but today I’m here for her.” He points to me.

Big Mike turns to me and smiles. “Tom’s got a girl?”

I put out my hand and he shakes it. “I’m Thea.”

“A pleasure, sweet thing. What can I do for you?”

I explain to him what I want and he begins to draw. It’s beautiful.

“What do you think?” I ask Tom.

“I’d change this bit.” Tom takes the pen and makes a small alteration. “Like this, what do you think?”

I nod and take his hand. “Perfect.”

He smiles at me and strokes some of my hair out of my face. “Ready, baby?” He kisses me softly on the lips.

“Ready.” I nod.

Five minutes later, I’m beginning to wish I’d chosen a different spot for this tattoo; it hurts like a bitch. Tom holds my hand, strokes my face and looks a little worried as small beads of sweat begin to appear on my upper lip.

Mike grins. “You didn’t even flinch when I did your ink, but you can’t take your girl having a little tat done?”

I chew on my lip, try to breathe through the pain and relief surges through me when, thirty minutes later, he says he’s finished. I heave a visible sigh of relief and so does Tom.

While Mike disinfects my foot and covers it with film, Tom covers me in kisses.

“Fuck, that was way worse than any tattoo I’ve ever had!”

I laugh quietly. “You’re such a softie.”

He pulls me into his arms and buries his head in my neck. “There’s nothing worse than watching you in pain.”

“You’re so sweet,” I tease.

“Joke all you want, that was pure hell for me.” The last bit he says with added drama.

“You’re such a nut job. Kiss me again.” And he obliges.

Mike explains how to take care of the tattoo and instructs me to come by again in four weeks. He’ll need to check if it needs more work.

Tom has brought sandals for me that avoid the new tattoo.

“Really? You’re so perfect!”

He kneels in front of me, fixes the strap and kisses around my new art. Mike watches him and smirks.

Tom carries me out of the studio. I could stay in his arms forever; I never need to walk again.

When we’re in the car, I pull his face to mine and give him a long kiss. I let my tongue play slowly with his as I stroke his face. When I eventually let him go, my voice is husky. “Thank you, Tom. This means a lot to me.”

“Any time, baby.”

He starts the car, but instead of driving into town, we drive out until we’re in the hills. By the time we stop on a ridge, it’s dark. He carries me out of the car, seating me on the hood. He gets on next to me, and we lean back against the windscreen and look up at the stars.

“Tom?”

“Yes, baby?”

“This is really perfect. You’re perfect.” I turn to face him. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, baby.”

“I like you.”

He strokes my cheek and traces the shape of my lips with his thumb. “I like you, too.” He then kisses me softly.

My stomach’s clearly had enough romance for one day and protests loudly. We both burst out laughing.

Tom gets two bags out of the car and passes me a sandwich. Pastrami with pickle and cheese. Yummy. I tear off the wrapper and take a bite.

“God, Tom, this sandwich is amazing!”

He grins as he wipes mayo off my lips. He licks his fingers and bites into his own sandwich. He opens two beers and we toast bottles with a clink. I take a sip and focus on my sandwich.

“Tom?”

He swallows. “Yeah, baby?”

“I want to apologize.”

His brows raise in surprise. “What for? There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”