She flies with her own wings (14 page)

But back to my original thought. All these men. Polygamy. Should I condone this kind of thing? I mean, if a guy told me he’d slept with three women, I’d be disgusted. I’d think he was a chauvinist pig. Behind his back, anyhow.

What about the other way around? Shouldn’t women be able to do what men have been doing for centuries? And shouldn’t we be happy about it? Be celebrating it as another frontier of emancipation? It’s a shame I’m only such a feminist in my head because when it comes down to it, this is just about me. And Matt. And Will. And potentially Tom. Even though I haven’t actually decided if I want to upgrade from two to three.

I know, I know, my thoughts are bouncing around like a rubber ball, and it’s difficult to understand, but it’s all relevant to me. I decide to go with it for the moment and then talk to Carmen about it on Thursday. Then I decide to…

There’s a knock at the door and Tom comes in.

“Morning Thea.” He smiles at me. Hmmm. Tom. Yummy.
Shit, Thea, you’re beginning to sound like a pimp. Enough already.

He’s carrying a tray. Yay, breakfast. I sit up, and the sheet slips down. Holy crap, I’m naked!

I pull the sheet up quickly, blush, and can’t look Tom in the eye. He laughs quietly.
Great, Thea, he’s going to think it was rehearsed
. And what is wrong with you? You’ve had more sex in the last eight days than you’d had in the last year, and now you want more? Will and Matt have fucked you dizzy, and you’re exhausted every night, and you think you can take on another lover? I give my throbbing vagina a mental telling-off.
Cool it, you nympho!

Tom places the tray next to me. “Nice view,” he says and grins.

I don’t react but say, “You made me breakfast!” and check that I’m well and truly covered, and there’s no chance he’ll see my naked breasts again.

He sits on the bed, leans back on the headrest, and hands me my latte. He takes his coffee, we clink cups, and I take a sip.

“Thanks for breakfast”, I say without really looking at him. Every time we spoke I felt like hitting it off with him, but since my conversation with Will, I am kind of unsure.

“I like making your nutella rolls”, he shrugs.

“That’s really nice.”
Smooth talker, Thea Bennet
, I chastise myself.

He grins at me. “So, how did you like the charity event?”

“Lots of people”, I say.

“I guess.”

I think I am way to nervous to hold a normal conversation with him. “Lots of women.”

I can hear him chuckling. “No wonder.”

I look up to him. “Is it always like this? I mean, women throwing themselves at you?”

He seems to weigh his answer. “Often, yes. But there is nothing you need to worry about. Will was only talking about you. I don’t think he even saw other females.”

“So, what was your business trip about?”

“Same old. It was a construction site in Seattle. They wanted to change the structure, so they needed an architect and a stress analyst to make it work. It wasn’t anything fancy.”

“Do you have to travel often?”

“At times”, he answers. “It always depends where the building site is, or what projects I am working on. But it’s not always the most spectacular things.”

“What was your favourite project?”

“That was one I did in college. It was a tree house, but not just any old, one that was constructed on several trees, so it was like a real house, just up in the air. The awesome part was that they wanted the house to feel organic, not like some cement just layered on, but like some living, breathing thing.”

“Do you have pictures of this?”

He smiles. “Sure, I’ll get some for you.” He stands up and leaves me alone for a while. I contemplate getting dressed, but if he’s back fast, he might encounter me again in my nudity.

He comes back with a laptop and sets it on my lap. The pictures are breathtaking. The house is airy and light, somehow looking like a piece of the tree. I’ve never seen something this beautiful.

“This is just so beautiful”, I breath.

“Thank you”, he answers sincerely. I look at him and see that he’s delighted about my compliment.

“I had no idea, that something like this could exist. This is phenomenal. But…how do they get in?”

He grins and scrolls to a picture. “We created this structure that looks like a big tree trunk. There’s an elevator inside that brings you to the main floor.”

“That’s amazing. And you did it?”

“I did it”, he confirms.

“Stunning.” I look up at him.

He touches my cheek and says: “No, but you are.”

Butterflies start to flutter in my belly. He’s such a nice person and it doesn’t hurt, that he’s hot. But moreover…he seems to have a good heart and that’s the most important part, isn’t it?

My cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. “Well…”

“But you are.” He leans close to me and I feel his lips touch my brow. It’s gentle and somehow…nice. Yes, that’s the word.

“Okay, Thea. Time to talk.” I look at him, surprised. I mean we were just talking, weren’t we? “Will told me that you know I want to sleep with you. What do I have to do for you to let me?”

That comes fast. One moment he is almost tender and then he’s back to business. “I thought you are the nice one”, I accuse him.

He grins boyish. “Only sometimes. Let’s talk about sex.”

I almost choke on my latte. “I’m unsure.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

His eyes dance with mischief as he says: “Let me help you then.” He slips his hand under the sheets and strokes my breasts. “How does this feel?”

Shit, his hand feels so good. My back arches, and I push out my chest. I want him to take my breasts and knead them.

“Tom…”

He takes the laptop out of my hand, puts it and the tray carefully on the floor. He then pulls me down into a lying position and lies on top of me. I am already turned on by his weight on me.

“Okay, Baby. Tell me if I’m going too fast for you, okay?” he says and strokes my cheek.

“Can we just make out?”

“What do you mean ‘just’?” he asks as he pulls away the sheet and lies on top of me, my chest pressed against his.

“Fuck, Baby, your tits are so hot.” His voice is strained, and I can hear how horny he is. He props himself up on his knees and kneads my breasts with both hands, groaning. He lifts my legs and wraps them around his hips and presses his erection against my naked pussy.

He leans on his elbows near my head, playing with my hair and strokes his thumb over my bottom lip. I open my mouth slightly and he lets me suck his finger. He licks and bites his lips. My anticipation grows exponentially.

His lips then sink onto mine softly. He sucks them gently into his own mouth. He runs his tongue over my lips before entering my open mouth. He kisses my lower lip, nibbles, and grazes it with his teeth. Suddenly he sucks on my top lip hard, pulling it away from my teeth. My body is covered in goosebumps. I throw my arms around his neck and play with the hair at his nape.

Tom has got to be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen and that’s saying something, considering how Matt and Will look. My body reacts the exact same way to all three of them. My clit throbs and my pussy vibrates with lust. I’m going to sleep with him right now. Fuck just making out. I want to see his cock, touch it, suck it, and have it deep in me. I hope it’s as spectacular as the other two. If there’s one thing I do know, it’s that I don’t want a favorite. I want them all; I want to put all of them in my mouth. And in my pussy. And yes, let’s be honest, in my ass, too.

Tom takes his time discovering my mouth, very slowly. His hands frame my face while his tongue explores my mouth and his hard cock rubs against me. I groan every time, but he drowns them out with his mouth which doesn’t let up.

After around half an hour of making out, his kisses change. They’re more demanding. They push deeper and want to see into my soul. What I’m offering freely isn’t enough, he wants it all. I begin to tense under him and try to fight against it but in the end, I’m lying there, completely open for him.

After savouring my vulnerability, he gently lets go and whispers, “Don’t be scared, baby, you’re totally safe in my hands.”

He resumes kissing me, hotter and wilder than before. Our breathing is heavier, my pussy is soaked and his trousers are damp from pressing against me. His hands leave my face, wander over my neck and collarbone, over the swell of my breast. His mouth, his tongue, and his lips follow the same path, and he nuzzles every tiny bit of my skin. He gently kneads my breasts and whispers gentle words I can’t make out. He licks my boobs, kisses them, sucks them into his mouth, nibbles on them. He traces circles around my nipples with his tongue and his fingers.

His tongue begins to flicker, and I breathe in sharply and gasp with shock as I feel my orgasm begin to build. One flick from the tip of his tongue sends me into previously unknown highs.

I’m still amazed that I can come from someone just playing with my breasts. This has never happened before. I only ever came from clitoral stimulation with other men and never from oral or vaginal sex. Maybe I could never really relax enough. I felt sometimes like the constant licking and rubbing irritated them, like my inability to come any other way somehow threatened their manhood. Up until a week ago, my sex life was, frankly,
BORING
. All capital and bold. That boring, despite the many men I slept with. Many in this case means 23, well 24, when we think about the situation I am in now.

But it wasn’t until I slept with Matt that I realized it. I mean, if you’ve only known one thing, how are you supposed to know how it can be? How amazing it can feel when you meet a man who can so eloquently communicate how sex should be. And not just satisfy a need but also make you feel so fused as if your souls are intertwined.

Good sex isn’t just physical; it’s emotional. Even if it seems strange and untrue, I feel emotionally bound to all three of them. Or maybe I’m just imagining things.

Tom kisses his way down to my bellybutton and pushes his tongue in. He plants delicate kisses on the sensitive skin.

“Tom, can I go on top?” I whisper.

We turn over, and I lie on top of him. He props himself up as not to squash me, I let him take my full weight. His hands find my backside and push me to him while I kiss his lips. My tongue finds his and plays with it, massages it, sucks on it, dances with it. Kissing is so hot!

My kisses run along his jaw and to his ear. I kiss his lobe softly and nibble on it. He groans softly. I love the sounds he makes. Completely different from the other two and yet somehow similar. I lick his neck, cover him in tiny wet kisses, nuzzle around his Adam’s apple, making him moan louder. I stroke his collarbone softly while my other hand reaches into his t-shirt. My eyes never leave his as I push it up. His green eyes are so irresistibly sexy.

Our eyes only break contact when I pull his t-shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. I stare at his upper body. It’s somewhere between Matt and Will’s. Matt has more muscles, more definition, but Will has these unbelievably sexy and long muscles that only runners have. Tom’s muscles are defined, but he is more athletic than Matt.

I let my fingers run over every rise and bump and play with his six-pack. He also has tattoos but not tribals. His body is covered in text. I feel a slight shiver. I love text on skin and trace the words on the right side of his chest with my finger.

“From the lyrics of ‘Never too Late’ by Three Days Grace,” he explains.

The words are wonderful and touch some inner part of my heart. He lifts his left arm so I can see the side of his chest which says
The heart is forever inexperienced.
“Henry David Thoreau,” he murmurs as he looks me in the eye.

Never a failure. Always learning.
is written on the side of his stomach and
Not all those who wander are lost
graces his arm.

“Tolkien?”

He nods. His hands rest on my hips and stroke me softly.

“I love writing on bodies, Tom. That’s so damn sexy.”

He smiles at me. “Show me your tattoo.” I’m not surprised he knows about it, and I turn over. He gently touches the words on my shoulder.

“Will you get more?” he asks.

“I’ve thought about getting one here,” I say and point to the instep of my left foot.

“What are you going to get?”

“
Among the wild flowers.
”

He considers. “I think writing on skin is very sexy, but it has to mean something. Do you know what I mean? There are too many text tattoos that don’t make sense.
She flies with her own wings
and
Among the wild flowers
both are very much you.” He grins at me. “Who did your first tattoo?”

“Just some random guy with a parlor.”

He looks worried. “You shouldn’t just go to any guy.”

I sigh. “I know, but it was a kind of a spur of the moment thing so I just went in the first place I could find.”