She flies with her own wings

by Annie Stone

  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. B
oth 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.

  Another purr, and I know his patience is running out. I release his cock, grip the base, and take his head in my mouth, licking him like a lollipop. I remember Josh’s advice: a wet blowjob is a good one, and I let my saliva run over his cock.

  His eyes continue to bore into me, and I see every emotion. He’s hot for me. So hot. I slowly close my mouth over him and begin to move up and down.

  “God yeah, babe, take me deeper,” he orders, and I do it.

  “So fucking hot. There’s no better view than your mouth around my cock.”

  With my hand at the base, I go up and down. My other hand fondles his balls gently in my palm. He groans, and suddenly his hands are around my head. He doesn’t grip; he runs his hands over my head slowly.

  My mouth lets go of his penis.

  “Put it back…” he starts to say, but he groans loudly when I begin to suck on his balls. I hold his cock and lick and suck.

  “Yeah, babe, don’t stop, that’s so fucking hot,” and I start to hum.

  “Fuck, babe, put my cock back in your mouth, I’m so close.”

  I move my mouth to his cock and start to suck. My lips ride down his shaft; my tongue runs over his head, both my hands on the base.

  “Deeper, babe, all of it.”

  I move my hands around to his ass and press into the muscles as I take him deeper into my mouth. All of it isn’t possible; he’s too big.

  “All of it, babe, it’ll fit.”

  I relax my throat and try taking him deeper, and as he feels it, he begins to tighten his grip. He starts to thrust and suddenly all of him is in my mouth. I hadn’t thought it possible and I focus on my breathing and enjoy the moment, the moment of being completely at his mercy. Up until now, I’ve had the control, but now he takes it back. He thrusts in me again and again and I can’t wait to have his cum in my mouth.

  I sense his frantic race towards his orgasm. I can already taste the first drop. I love the taste and then with one hard thrust deep in my mouth, he comes and I swallow. I can make out his wolfish grin as I drink his cum and I can see how much it turns him on.

  He pulls me up and close to him. He kisses my neck and earlobe, turns my back to him, and begins to fondle my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers and slowly moves me towards the bed, but instead of pushing me onto the bed, he lowers me onto the floor with my upper body onto the pillows. He undoes my pants and pulls them down together with my panties and drops them onto the floor while he takes off his shirt.

  “Spread your legs wide, babe,” and I follow his instruction. One hand grips my wrists and pins them above my head.

  “I suspect you’ve already had a finger in your ass.” I shudder. Did he notice something earlier? With Will? Where did that comment come from?

  “I’m going to stick two fingers in your ass and fuck you with my fingers, and after that, I will use my cock.” I recoil.

  “Not there, babe. I’m saving that pleasure for later. I want you to scream my name when I fuck you. Clear?” I nod and quiver with anticipation.

  He pushes two fingers into my wet pussy and runs them up to my pucker and presses gently.

  “Relax, babe, don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never do anything that’d hurt you,” he murmurs.

  In the last few days, my body has l
earned to listen to his, and I visibly relax as he speaks to me. Slowly, his fingers sink into me, and the feeling is exquisite. I feel beautifully filled and moan lightly.

  “I knew you’d like being fucked in the ass.” He kisses my shoulder and then down my spine. “I’m really glad.”

  His fingers go slowly deeper, and it’s unbelievable. I never thought it’d feel like this. I thought it’d feel wrong and uncomfortable, but it’s just amazing.

  His fingers are now in me up to the knuckle, and he begins to pull them out but pushes them slowly back in. Oh God, this is so hot. He speeds up and begins to fuck my ass with his fingers.

  “Matt! Matt!” I scream out.

  “Yeah, babe. I know, it’s so hot. You can barely hold it in. Imagine that’s my cock fucking your ass.”

  Every time his fingers go in, I moan loudly. Before I can come, he pulls them out, pulls on a condom, and buries his cock in my pussy. I cry out as he stretches me so deliciously. While he thrusts slowly in and out of me, he slaps my bottom in quick succession. It doesn’t take long for me to come. I thought he would speed up, but he just tries to bury himself deeper in me.

  “Oh God, Matt, I can’t!” I whimper.

  “Yeah, you can. You’ll take what I give you.”

  I scream out as he reaches hidden depths. It should hurt, but I’m so hot and horny, that all I feel is pleasure.

  “I can’t anymore, let me come, Matt, please,” I beg.

  Deeper and deeper.

  “Hold on. For me. Hold on for me. Turn your head to me. Let me see your eyes.”

  I turn to look over my shoulder.

  “See what you do to me? See how hot you make me?” I nod and his eyes are intense, lustful, his pupils enlarged.

  “Will you hold on for me?” and I nod again. I’d do anything for him. Anything.