She flies with her own wings (5 page)

“I guess I’m good at what I do.” I shrug my shoulders. “If you’re efficient, you can do two jobs.”

Will scrutinizes me. “That’s what I thought,” and I’ve got no idea what that’s supposed to mean.

“Have you already eaten?” Tom asks. He’s seems to be the caretaker of the three of them.

My stomach growls its answer, and the boys laugh. I should be embarrassed, but I’m just too tired to care.

“That’s a ‘no’ then,” says Tom and goes to the fridge. He pulls out a few things and starts preparing something.

“Thea, do you want to go with Tom and me to football on Sunday?” asks Will. “You can have Matt’s ticket because he’s going on a business trip for a week on Thursday.”

I straighten slightly. Football? Pro football? “49ers?”

He nods.

“Serious?”

He grins at me. “Have we got ourselves a little fan?”

I clap with delight. “Cool! Thanks!” They laugh at my joyous reaction. Tom puts a plate in front of me. Brie and Gruyere sandwich with chips, veggie sticks, and cranberry sauce. I gape. Not bad.

“Seriously?” I ask, and he grins at me.

“I am never going to want to move out of here. Food, football, not to mention dancing…”

“Why would you even think about moving out when you’ve only just moved in?” asks Matt.

As I’ve just bitten off a huge chunk of sandwich, I can’t actually answer back. All I can manage is two thumbs up. As soon as I’ve swallowed, I look at Tom.

“Oh my God, Tom, that is so good!”

Matt pours me some more of the white, and I smile at him. He lays his hand on my leg and gives it a quick squeeze.

“Where’s the business meeting?” I ask.

“New York. I’ve got meetings Friday, Monday, and Wednesday, so it’s not worth coming back in between.”

“Yeah, of course,” and somehow I’m a bit sad that I won’t get to see him for a week.

He strokes my cheek. “It’s only a week, babe, and then I’m all yours.” He winks at me, and I swear something devilish flashes in his eyes.

I look at Tom and Will who are eying us knowingly. I blush and hear Matt’s stifled laughter. I shoot him an evil glare.

He lifts his hands in defense. “I was just choking, honest,” but he’s laughing again, and I’m not fooled for a minute. The little shit.

If the other two haven’t heard us the last two nights, they definitely know now that we’re having sex, and their reaction is interesting. Up until now it’s felt like both of them have been flirting with me so I was kind of expecting a bit of jealousy. But that isn’t happening at all; they seem to be totally cool with what we’re doing. I mean, at the end of the day, my body reacted to all three of them. If either of those two had approached me, I could have ended up in bed with one of them. I’m glad it’s Matt; he’s amazing. But then so are the other two.

Will is the geek star and we have a lot in common. I’m betting we’d never run out of things to say to each other. And Tom, he’s just Tom, charming, sexy, funny and always ready for a joke. And he can dance! I saw him with Sam, and he was hot. Which gets me wondering if he likes Sam. I sense a tiny prick of jealousy. Where’d that come from? I might have been able to have all three of them, but I have Matt and incredible sex with him, so why am I jealous about Tom and someone else?

My feelings at the moment are profoundly confused and down to these three men sitting round me, chatting about anything and everything and treat me like I’m a life-long friend.

“So Thea, do you think you’ll be able to make it home tomorrow at a more reasonable hour?” asks Tom.

I think for a moment. “Around seven?”

“Cool,” he says. “You can then prove that you actually fulfill your end of the bargain,” and I think back to our first conversation. He wants me to cook.

“Are you over fast food?” I joke.

“When it can be avoided, sweetie.”

Sweetie? Is he flirting with me? Even though he knows I’m sleeping with Matt? And why do I like him calling me ‘sweetie’? I must be completely out of my mind. I look at Matt and try to gauge his reaction but he’s completely relaxed and chatting with his friends and periodically touching me. Perhaps he didn’t notice?

“Okay, boys. I’m off to bed. I’ll be back at seven tomorrow evening, and I’ll cook us something. Any requests?” They all shake their heads.

“Hey, Thea, we should swap numbers,” says Tom.

“Sure.” I give him my cell. He enters his number and calls his own. Will and Matt do the same and I get my cell handed back.

I stack my plate and glass in the dishwasher, wish them all a good night, and go to my room. While I get ready for bed, I think about the conversation and how much I enjoyed it. They are funny, charming, intelligent. No moment with them is ever uncomfortable.

It feels like I have three new friends. Or, depending on how you look at it, two and a lover. I snuggle into my bed, switch off the light, and am asleep in three seconds flat.

A few moments later, I’m woken up again as someone lies down next to me. Matt pushes his hand under my t-shirt and starts to knead my breasts.

“Hey babe, wake up.” He kisses my neck. I turn to him, and our lips meet instantly. He kisses me softly and with feeling. His hands touch my face and my hair. His tongue massages mine. Suddenly he pulls away and my tongue follows into his mouth. I explore every inch, suck on his tongue, and nibble on his bottom lip. His taste turns me on so much that I intensify the kiss. I want more from him. He pushes my tongue back into my mouth and begins his tongue fuck that makes me wild. I feel myself get wet. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer to me. His erection presses against my thigh. I lower my hand to his cock and hold him. He groans as I begin to pull the shaft up and down.

“More, babe.” I am strengthening my hold as I pump his length.

“Harder, babe.” I try to grasp it entirely, but his cock is so big that I have to grip with both hands.

“Yeah babe, just like that,” he groans, and I move my hands up and down while he sucks on my nipple and squeezes the other between his finger and thumb. His other hand is on its way down to my pussy. He strokes my lips slowly before he slips three fingers into me and begins to push against my g-spot. I arch against him, wanting more, but he pulls his fingers out. I’m disappointed, and he must have noticed because he kisses me on the lips.

“Don’t be sad, babe, something better’s going in.”

He rolls on a condom and with one swift move, he’s in me and begins to thrust. He pushes my legs up so that they rest on his shoulders and his thrusts become deeper and harder. I cry out with every thrust, and my body arches against him. My fingers curl into his shoulders, but he grabs them and pushes both hands above my head and back into the mattress. It’s dark in my room, and I can hardly see a thing, but I am caught in the intensity of his look. I can’t drag myself away from his eyes.

His rhythm becomes harder, and I feel like I’m about to burst in two. My body follows his and meets each thrust with the same passion.

“Push your pelvis up,” he orders, and I obey.

The change in position makes him go even deeper, and I cry out.

“Oh God, Matt! More! Harder!” I don’t know how these words are coming out of my mouth. I feel like bursting, I can’t take any more but hearing my screams, he goes harder. I feel his strength and see the strain in his face. His hands pin mine near my head, and I feel my knuckles begin to whiten. Our fingers are entwined in a firm grip. I struggle against him, trying to move. I want to touch him, but no matter how hard I try, it’s in vain. The more I struggle, the harder he rams into me, and I notice it’s a major turn on for him.

He bites my earlobe and murmurs into my ear, “Fight me, babe, try to get free.”

I gather my strength and try to escape his grip, and he grins as pearls of sweat run down his temples. I raise my head, so I am close to his, and bite his bottom lip. He groans with pleasure and bites my breast in retaliation. I feel his teeth sink into my flesh and cry, “Matt!” He won’t let me out of his vice-like grip. I want to bury my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me.

His teeth release from one breast, and he moves to bite the other. I cry out and arch against him. I try to lock his head between my knees, but I don’t manage it. He’s too strong. His thrusts don’t change while we’re wrestling. He pushes his cock further and further and hammers me with all his strength. I am so turned on and love it when he fills me like this. I have never had this feeling, never had a cock like this. He’s a God. He sinks his lips into mine, and I want to bite him. He’s quicker and sinks his teeth into me, and in that moment, my orgasm rips through me. I cry out, my body jerks under his, and my pussy contracts around his cock. I arch away from the bed and throw my head back. Matt doesn’t stop pounding me and leaves my orgasm no choice but to continue, again and again, over and over. He doesn’t relent and fucks me until I’m almost dizzy. I come again and again until he finally finds his own release.

He pulls out immediately, removes the condom, and pushes his hand to my pussy. He cups me gently, brings me slowly down and calms the muscles.

“Matt,” I whisper.

“I’m here, babe,” and he kisses me softly on the lips.

“Wow,” I say, when I finally catch my breath.

“You said it.” He laughs quietly.

He pulls me to him, gives me a good night kiss, and we fall asleep.

My alarm goes off at six thirty. Actually, normally at seven, then I have thirty minutes for a shower, ten minutes for breakfast, and fifteen minutes to get to work with a five-minute buffer in case I get caught at a red light or something. I hate getting up early, so I manage my time as ruthlessly as I can to stay in bed longer. It’s Matt who suggested setting the alarm half an hour early so we could have sex in the morning and who am I to stand in the way of a morning fuck?

I’ve barely switched off the alarm when he’s already on top of me.

“Morning, babe,” he grins. Shit, he’s a morning person.

“Hmmm,” I grumble, under him.

He grabs my breasts and begins to fondle. He takes his time waking my body and kisses every part of me. When he’s finally in me he makes love to me. We rock each other towards our orgasms that roll over us like waves. I turn over to look at the clock. Seven forty!

“Shit, Matt!” I spring out of bed, run into the bathroom, wash myself, clean my teeth, run a comb through my tangled hair, and put it up so no one notices it hasn’t been washed. I run to my closet, pull out a black pant suit, and couple it with a violet shirt. At seven fifty-five, I’m in the kitchen. Tom and Will are sitting at the table, and Matt is half naked leaning against the fridge, and they’re chatting with each other.

When he sees me, he smiles at me and holds out a Nutella roll.

“I’m going to be late.” I grab my keys from the dresser.

“Eat it in the car,” he suggests.

I say ‘thanks’ and go to take the roll when he grabs me and kisses me full on the mouth. I go to protest, but as I open my mouth, his tongue invades me, and I can’t say a word. Or breathe. One hand wanders to my ass and pulls me tightly to him. His other hand is round the back of my neck and pins me in position so he can kiss me the way he wants.

When he lets go, it’s four minutes past eight.

Tom and Will grin, and right now I’d love to knee him in the nuts. I turn wordlessly and hear him laughing behind me.

“Asshole.”

“Such words from a lady.”

And I have to grin. I leave and drive to work in record time.

This is the first time in two years that I’ve been late for work, and by the time I arrive, I have three calls from my assistant on my cell. She’s worried because it’s not like me. From the entrance to my desk, I’m stopped by three colleagues who have already started to assume the worst, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to take this collective reaction. Am I really that predictable? I inwardly shrug. It’s too late to do anything about it now, the writing’s on the wall: I’m the colleague who’s in first and leaves last.

I don’t stop for the next nine hours and thirty-two minutes. Mr. Reinders has somehow managed to leave the most chaotic lab behind him, which has put our vaccine research back by a month.

The staff is frustrated, and I’m in full swing as crisis manager. And yet I still manage to leave the office at six o’clock to go grocery shopping.

As I wander the aisles, I think about what I want to cook and decide on tuna with a peppercorn crust, new potatoes with rosemary, and fried green asparagus, snap peas and a mixed-leaf salad with a simple lemon dressing.

I find everything I need and consider what wine to pair with it. I pull out my cell and call Will. Although he’s a geek, I’ve noticed he knows his wines. Even my new favorite, the one served at home, is one of his choices. Home…that sure sounds sweet.

“Hey, Thea.”

“Hey, I’m not sure which wine to choose.”

“What are you cooking?”

“Tuna with peppercorn crust.”

“Hmmm, I think I’ve got the perfect match here. A sparkling Australian Shiraz called Vixen.”

I’m surprised. “Red wine with fish?”

I can hear his grin. “It’s an excellent match, you’ll see, now come home, I’m hungry.”

“You’re already home?”

“Yeah, I took some work with me because I wasn’t getting anything done in the office. I’ll be glad for a little company.”

Will meets me at the door when I enter the apartment with heavy shopping bags and takes them off me. He kisses me on the cheek and my knees wobble slightly. I inwardly castigate myself. I’m sleeping with Matt! How can I be thinking about sex with Will?

“Okay, I’ll happily help out, but Tom’s already banned me from the kitchen. Apparently I’m a lost cause,” he looks at me with a youthful smile and his blue eyes twinkle at me. What great… Geez, Thea, get a grip!

“We can chat, if you have time?” I say and look at him.

I can see he likes the idea. “I just have to make a call and then I’m yours.”

I’m yours
. Matt used the same words. Coincidence? Deliberate?

I start by washing the potatoes, they need the longest. Then I prepare the asparagus and sugar snaps, and rinse the salad. When the potatoes are ready, I sense Will behind me. He strokes my hair behind my ear and kisses my neck. I feel his hand that has suddenly appeared on my ass and is stroking it.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asks hoarsely in my ear.

I nod because I don’t know what else to do. My body has gone white hot, and my skin tingles where he’s just touched me. My pussy’s throbbing gently with desire. What the hell is wrong with me? I have an amazing man in my bed, and my pussy still wants more. It’s not as if the sex with Matt is boring, quite the opposite, the sex is phenomenal! I’ve never come from just penetration and with Matt it happens without me even having to think about it.

And here’s Will, sexy as hell, and obviously interested. I can’t sleep with him too, surely? Technically speaking, Matt and I haven’t discussed exclusivity but no, I couldn’t do that to him, it’s not me.

Will passes me a glass of amazing white wine and watches me while I cook. As he reaches for my glass, he brushes my breast, and it’s like an electric shock. He drinks from my glass and smiles at me.

My conscience wrestles with my feelings. How can Will flirt with me like this when he knows I’m sleeping with his best friend? He’s so damn hot, and I imagine him in me. Does he get off on spanking like Matt? 

Matt, Will, Matt, Will. My thoughts are tangled, and I no longer know what to do.

And because—unfortunately—I’m an open book, Will gets to see all these thoughts and emotions cross my face. He watches me intently and suddenly lays a hand on my cheek. He pulls me to him and kisses me on the mouth. I tense for a moment, but it feels so good, so right, that my mouth opens for him and accepts his tongue. It circles mine slowly and hesitantly, and I moan quietly. He holds me tighter, and the kiss becomes more intense. Matt can kiss but Will, oh God, this is amazing. I’ve never been kissed like this; it’s the perfect first kiss.

Suddenly the door opens, and I almost jump out of Will’s embrace. I’m bright red, and I struggle to hide my embarrassment. Did he see? Did he see us kissing?

Matt comes to me, puts his arms around me, and kisses me softly on the cheek.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

I’m a slut. A cold-hearted fucked-up slut. How can I be doing this to him? How can Will be doing this to him?

“Turn around, I want to kiss you.”

No! I can’t kiss him now, not after I’ve just kissed Will. He senses my reluctance, turns me, holds my head, and presses his lips against mine. My knees go weak; I let go and open up to him. His tongue is in my mouth and is passionately fucking mine. Will stands nearby, and I feel him watching us. His eyes glisten with lust. I suddenly feel his hand on my ass and it begins to squeeze. Oh God, I’m kissing Matt and Will’s touching me, what can I do?

Will pushes his hand down my pants and grabs my naked ass. Matt undoes my belt and pushes his hand down my pants and starts to stroke my lips. I am so aroused by two men touching me, but I am always wondering if Matt knows what Will is doing? He has to, right? Does he? And what am I supposed to do?

Matt’s kiss intensifies, and I can no longer think. I can only take his kiss and forget everything. Matt’s hand, Will’s hand, it’s no longer important. They’re both making me feel good. Suddenly I feel two fingers in me and then suddenly something unexpected, a finger in my ass. I tense but then relax and let it in. The rhythms match and the fingers in me, front and back, speed up. Matts thumb circles my clit and I come hard and fast. I cry out as my pussy clamps around Matt’s finger, my anus throbs around Will’s finger. Both stroke me gently through my orgasm. I fall against Matt, and he holds me tightly around my waist. Will lets go and disappears, and I begin to get my breath back. Matt pulls out his finger and traces it over my lips which glisten with my juice. He pushes gently against my lips, and I open my mouth, licking every trace of my juice from his finger.

“Do you taste good, babe?” he asks, grinning.

I nod. It really does taste good. Lightly salty.

“I think so, too. I’ve never met anyone who tasted that sweet.” He kisses me gently on the lips.

“Okay, babe, Tom’s going to be here soon, you’d better finish the food, I’ll lay the table.”

While he’s bustling around the kitchen I try to get my head around what’s just happened. Did I just let Will finger my ass while Matt fingered me to orgasm with Will watching?

Really?

Seriously?

Did Matt know what Will’s hand was doing?

Why did he make me come in front of his best friend?

And why the hell have I never been as turned on as I was in that moment?

As soon as I start to remember those fingers in me, I’m horny again, and it’s such a great feeling. These two sexy men want to satisfy me. Me!

But what about Matt? I’m plagued by guilt. I don’t want to hurt him, I like him, I like sleeping with him, fuck, I
love
sleeping with him. He knows what I want, what my body wants. He pushes me to the limits and bends them, and I trust him so much to know he’d never go where I didn’t want to. He’s simply the best lover I’ve ever had, and I barely know him.

I suddenly remember Will’s kiss, and I’m in hell. Hot-man hell! My knees go weak at the thought of his kiss and what Matt did to me last night. Is it possible to want two men at the same time? Is it okay to sleep with two guys?

I know the answer but don’t want to hear it, don’t want to think about the consequences but I know. I know. I’m not only risking my friendship with the boys. It’d put a strain on the boys’ friendship, might even destroy it. I can’t bring myself to do that to them. I need to stop Will’s advances, and I sense a sadness at the thought of it.

Tom comes in as I put the last dish on the table. He smiles at me and his eyes roam hungrily over the table.

“Wow, Thea, this looks great.” He kisses me on the cheek.

Will opens the sparkling Shiraz as we sit down. The liquid is almost black and spectacular, and it tastes of berries and chocolate. It goes so well with the tuna and peppercorns.

The boys are delighted with the food; I’m delighted with Will’s choice of wine, and Will…and Matt.

Will holds his glass to mine. “We’re the perfect team, Thea,” and I clink my glass to his and think, ‘we could have been.’

“You weren’t kidding when you said you could cook, Thea,” Tom grins. “I made a good choice in you.” He winks.

As I can’t bring myself to look either Matt or Will in the eye, I chat most of the time with Tom, and it’s not difficult; he’s the joker.

I love funny men. Hot funny men are even better, and Tom looks good enough to eat, with his blond hair and green eyes. I’m inwardly crushing on him like a hormonal teenager. I shake my head,
geez, Thea, all three
? If you can’t have Will because you don’t want to hurt Matt then you definitely can’t have Tom, end of story. But it’s not that easy. These boys exude something that turns me on. I want them all. Fate chose Matt, and he’s a great choice, but the others would have been equally great.

As the alcohol flows, it becomes easier to talk to and look at Matt and Will, and I’m still surprised at how comfortable I feel around them. It feels like I’ve known them for forever.

Later, Matt takes my hand and leads me into his room. He kisses me urgently and passionately and burns all traces of Will’s kiss away. He takes off my shirt and bra, lays his hands on my shoulders, and pushes me gently down to my knees. His erection presses against the material of his trousers at eye level. I stroke gently with my fingers and hear purring from deep inside his chest.

I massage his cock in his trousers, and it gets harder. My eyes don’t leave his for a moment. I pop his button open, before I take his zipper between my teeth. I move my head lower and hear the sound of his opening pants and his gasps. His eyes darken, his eyelids grow heavy, and I’m caught in his chocolate gaze.

I pull down his trousers so that he stands before me in his black underwear. I lick the outline of his cock and watch him bristle with excitement. He wants his cock in my mouth. Wants to fuck my mouth, but he’s controlling himself and lets me take my time to explore. I rub him slowly with my fingers. I slip my hands under the band of his underwear and let them roam over his hard ass.