She flies with her own wings (15 page)

He takes my hands and rests them on his chest. “Your next tattoo will be done by our tattooist, baby. He’s the best. Matt, Will, and I all go to him. I’ll hold your hand, if you like.”

I stroke his chest. “I like.” I bend down to kiss him softly on the lips.

He wraps his arms around me and we just snuggle for a while.

“Tom?”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, baby. Any time.”

I giggle. “You’ll regret saying that…”

I feel his grin against my cheek. “Will already warned me. What do you want to know?”

“Two things actually: Why do you get to be the last to sleep with me when you were the first to meet me and decide I was the one?”

“That was just bad luck. I lost out on the bet,” he jokes.

I prop myself up. “You betted on who got to have me first?”

“Sure. How else were we going to decide? I mean, we knew instantly we all wanted you. All of us jumping you wouldn’t have been a wise move, would it?” he grins at me.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I like the sound of this bet.”

He frames my face with his hands so that I look him in the eye. “Baby, we may have bet who got to go first, but really it was only ever your decision.”

“Fine. Okay, second question: you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen and that includes Matt and Will. Why me? You could have anyone you want.”

His forehead creases. “Thea, do you really have no idea how hot you are?”

“I know I’m a looker but you, and Matt and Will, you guys are super-hot, in a different league altogether. I’m like high school football and you guys are NFL.”

He laughs quietly. “You’re the damn Superbowl, Thea.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous, but I’m still going to sleep with you.”

He looks at me earnestly. “Thea, I’m being serious. I’ve never found a woman as attractive as you. You had me from the get-go. The moment I opened the door, a million images of our future flashed through my mind. I just knew it was you.” He looks a little uncertain of himself.

“Tom…” I fall back into his arms and enjoy the sensation. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.

“Can I ask you something too, baby?”

“Sure, same goes.”

“What did you think when you first saw me?” he asks shyly but a smile plays on his lips.

“Honestly?”

“Please.” He grins.

“I actually thought I’d never seen such a hot guy before. My brain went to mush, and I couldn’t function normally, like going to shake someone’s hand when they hold it out.”

“That was funny.” What an ass.

“You were laughing at me,” I shoot at him. “I don’t like it one bit.”

“I tried to hold it back, but it seems I didn’t do the best job.”

“It actually was a hell of a job. Be thankful your apartment is as hot as you are otherwise I’d have been gone.”

“Phew, another crisis averted,” he says and brushes his hair out of his face.

His hands wander to my breasts, and I remember that I’m completely naked the whole time we’ve been chatting.

“You’ve got no reason to be ashamed, baby. You’ve got the hottest body ever.” He presses his hard cock against me. “You are totally turning me on and being naked suits you.” Great, another one who can read my face.

He grins at me. “Your face really is like an open book.”

Shit.

I kiss him on his chest, and my tongue traces a line to his nipple, which I suck. I take my time exploring his upper body until every part has been touched by my mouth, my tongue, and my lips. He tastes so good. I want to pack him up for work and nibble on him on my breaks.

“You taste so good.” My kisses wander lower. My hand comes to rest on his erection, and he groans. I stroke him over his jeans and he pushes his hips against my hand. I kneel between his legs, making sure he has a good view of my naked breasts and raised ass and kiss the crotch of his jeans softly. His hands go straight into my hair and grab fistfuls. I lick over his trousers as he purrs.

I very slowly open his belt and pull it through the loops as if in slow motion.

“Oh God, Thea, you’re killing me here.” But he lets me carry on, lets me explore how I want. I push my hand into his trousers and stroke along his impressive bulge. I lick my lips, making sure he sees it. He half closes his eyes and bites his lip. I know he’d rather fuck me right here and now, but he’s controlling himself. I take his zipper between my teeth and pull it slowly down.

“Shit, that’s making me crazy,” I hear him say and giggle.

I then pull his trousers down and he lifts his hips. I make sure his boxers disappear, too.

Now I get to see his cock. It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. Just as beautiful as Matt and Will’s, thank God. I don’t have to pick a favorite. They’re all mine, mine, mine.

“Seriously, Tom. Any guy would have a complex if he saw you three naked.”

“Stop talking, and suck my cock, baby.” He grins at me. Cheeky.

“Do you mean this one?” I grab his penis with both hands.

“Stop wasting time and suck.”

But I take my sweet time. I admire this amazing example of manhood, lick my lips, and look him in the eye. And then, painfully slowly, I put his head in my mouth. He groans out as my tongue plays with it.

I place my hands on the base and move up and down while I lick his head like a lollipop. One hand moves to his balls, and I roll them in my palm. I lick along his shaft until I come to his balls and take them in my mouth. I suck them, lick them and kiss them. I press a finger against his seam and stroke up and down.

His hands run through my hair, stroke my head and my cheeks.

“God, Tom, how can any guy be this hot?” I murmur as I trace kisses along his shaft. He leans against the bed rest with his eyes half closed and a grin on his lips.

“Shit, Thea, you have no idea how sexy your lips on my cock look.”

I take his cock in my mouth again and suck him relentlessly. My lips lock around him, and I begin to move my head up and down.

“Fuck, Thea!” His grip on my head tightens. He begins to thrust in me lightly. Suddenly he pushes my head against his cock so that he goes deeper in my mouth. He holds me there a few seconds before he lets go. I carry on sucking, and he repeats this action every few seconds.

It’s making me crazy, and my pussy is soaking. His hands suddenly grab at his cock, he strokes up and down, and his sperm shoots out onto my breasts and my face. I taste some. Hmm, why are all of them so delicious?

He passes me his t-shirt to wipe myself off. He pulls me to him and kisses me long and passionately. Damn, his kisses are so good. Just amazing!

“Fuck, that was good, baby,” he whispers in my ear.

“You are so unbelievably sexy, Tom, and your cock is so hot. I hope you don’t have a problem with me putting it in my mouth as often as possible,” I joke.

“I’d insist on it.” He grins and plants a wet kiss on my lips.

I snuggle against him and love the feel of his strong arms around me.

“Thea, can I ask you something?” His voice sounds a little uncertain.

I nod.

“What if this here wasn’t just sex?”

Not just sex? “You mean, if we were to develop feelings for each other, you and I?” I ask.

“Yeah, you and I, you and Matt, you and Will.”

“Hmm, do you think it’s possible to love three people at the same time?”

“I don’t know. Maybe in a different way for each.”

I think about it. “Wouldn’t it be the same for each? I’d love all of you as my lover.” I giggle. “That sounds so promiscuous.”

“It’d be the same way because we all play the same role in your life, but it would be different. You could, for example, love Will for the way you two argue all day.” He grins at me.

“Oh, you heard about that…”

“Yep, Matt called me and told me to check there were no casualties.” He strokes my hair out of my face and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I don’t know, Tom. I guess only time will tell. I’m not sure it can be any more than sex.” I feel him stiffen against me. “That came out all wrong.” My hands go to his face. “It’s already more than sex, but I can’t promise that it’ll turn into love.” I kiss him softly on the lips. “And I can’t promise I’ll love either one, two, or all three of you. I’ve never done it before.”

“Never done what?”

“Had feelings for a guy.”

“You’ve never been in love?” He looks surprised.

I shake my head. “I didn’t have a good childhood, but I don’t want to get into details. One day, maybe, but suffice to say, it was shit. I was eighteen when I came to San Francisco, and I needed to work through a lot of stuff. I was so busy focusing on myself that I didn’t have time to take care of anyone else. It was only when I felt everything was in order that I realized I had a lot of catching up to do.”

He grins at me. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

I look at him nonchalantly. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, lover.”

“Oh you know exactly what I’m thinking,” he laughs quietly.

“Hmmm, I really don’t know what you mean, I’m quite naïve.” I lay my leg over his hip and his lower body presses against mine.

“Darling, Thea, from what I’ve heard, the last thing anyone would call you is naïve.”

I go for shocked. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

He grips my ass and pushes his hard cock against me. He pushes two fingers into my pussy from behind and then pushes them into my ass. He begins to push them in and out.

I moan loudly. Oh God, what is it with these guys and their obsession with anal? Are they perhaps really gay? Or maybe just bi? I push the thoughts out of my head and decide to just look forward to it. I have to admit I’ve developed a liking for it, but maybe I shouldn’t say anything?

“Tom?” I moan.

“Yes?”

“Will said something about you being the first to try anal with me.”

“Do you want it?”

“Yes, please Tom. I want it so much,” I beg.

He groans frustrated. “Baby, you have no idea how much I’d like to fuck your ass, but you’re not ready yet.” I want to protest. “And we’re not ready either.”

I look at him questioningly. “What do you mean?”

“We want you to love anal. We want you to beg us to fuck your ass because you’re so turned on by it. So we have to take our time, getting you ready, building up your anticipation until you can’t wait any longer and are begging for it.”

About this begging…

“It’s not about begging, baby. We’re equal sexual partners, you never have to beg for what you want. Just tell me.”

“Dammit, Tom, get out of my fucking head. It’s not even funny anymore!” I tell him off, half joking, but it really is kind of creepy.

“You are an open book, Thea.”

“Yeah, but not in that much detail. It’s fine if it’s the odd mood, but all three of you seem to be able to look into my soul!”

He kisses me on the lips.

“And how come you guys aren’t ready?”

He looks at me mischievously. “Matt isn’t here.”

I’m annoyed. “So? Does he have to hold your hand or something?”

He slaps my ass. “Not mine, perhaps yours.”

“What the hell?” And suddenly the penny drops. “Matt and Will want to watch?” Why am I shocked by this? This isn’t the most underhanded thing I’ve experienced in the last eight days but somehow…I banish these thoughts.

“Of course they want to. If they can’t take your ass cherry, they want to at least be present when it happens and hear you scream.”

I shiver slightly. Anticipation? Fear?

“Don’t be scared. You’ll be screaming because it’s so damn good, not because it hurts. I’ll make sure of it, I promise.”

He kisses me on the lips and turns me over onto my stomach. Then he pulls up my hips and pushes into my ass. At the same time, he fingers my pussy and starts to finger-fuck me.

“Push your legs wider,” he orders. I do it even though it’s not easy. I’m in a constant state of horniness and can hardly move. I suddenly feel his breath on my legs and his tongue on my clit. Fuck, how hot is this?

I push my face into the mattress and claw at the sheets. A fire rages through me, setting my desires alight. I scream and bite into the pillow.

Tom bites my lower lips gently, and I contract around his finger. He pushes his tongue into me together with his fingers.

I moan loudly because it’s almost too much. Too much pleasure. He pulls his tongue out, his fingers in and pushes against my G-spot while he sucks on my clit. Then he removes his fingers, and I’m ready to beg for him to go on.

“Baby, I’m going to put my cock in you now. I don’t leave you hanging.” He grins and pulls on a condom and rams straight into me. I cry out loudly. He pulls straight out and when he enters me again, I feel him so deep, so close, so intimately. He starts a fast rhythm and pounds into me. He grabs my arms and pulls them back so I can no longer support myself. My face is pushed into the mattress with every thrust. He grabs my upper arms with one hand, so his other is free to…