by Annie Stone
He strokes my shoulders and kisses my hair. “You really are unbelievable, Thea Bennet.”
I cover his arms with little kisses. “Will, just one more thing.”
“Always, baby. You can always tell me. Always ask me.”
“I like you.”
I feel his grin, and his arms tighten around me. I feel his cock harden in me and the feeling is incredible.
“Fuck, I love the way my cock feels when it goes hard in you,” he groans and begins to move.
“I like you too, baby.” He kisses my neck.
He makes love to me gently before we fall asleep in each other’s arms with his cock still in me.
CHAPTER NINE
It’s early afternoon when we wake up and make love again. When he eventually pulls out, I immediately feel like something’s missing. I shower, get dressed, and go into the kitchen to get something to eat.
When I open the refrigerator, I decide lunch can be breakfast and pull out tomatoes, parmesan, and capers. I take shrimp out of the freezer and pasta out of the cupboard. I boil the pasta, cook the shrimp, fry the capers, and grate the parmesan. At some point, Will comes into the kitchen, freshly showered, and just wearing his pj bottoms. He comes up from behind and puts his arms around me.
“You’re perfect, baby. First you satisfy all my sexual appetites and then you cook for me,” he says, as he nibbles at my neck.
I put my arms around him. “I’m hoping I haven’t satisfied all your needs.”
He laughs quietly. “Feel anything?” and I can feel his semi-hard cock pressing against me again. “No danger of that happening just yet.”
“The pasta needs another five minutes…”
He pulls down his bottoms and thrusts into me. His hands grab mine and he rests them on the counter while he pounds into me. He lets go of my hands, pushes me back, and grabs onto my hips. I raise my hips and match his thrusts. He pushes three fingers into my ass and matches the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Will, yes, yes, yes!” I cry out.
“Your ass is ready to be fucked, baby,” he groans.
“Then do it!”
But he doesn’t. Instead, his other hand reaches between my legs and rubs at my clit until I contract around his cock and come hard. In that moment his sperm shoots into me.
“Will?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You’re such a sex god,” I giggle.
He laughs. “Only with you, baby. Only with you.”
We eat on the couch and watch old movies like His Girl Friday and Rear Window all afternoon and into the evening while making out.
While we’re re-enacting one of the scenes in Rebel without a Cause, the phone rings and Will answers it.
“Hey, man. How’re things?”
He grins while the caller speaks. “A lot’s been happening here, too. Barely 48 hours in and we’ve already tried to kill each other.”
I look at him questioningly but can guess who he’s talking to. It must be Matt. I go to grab the receiver but Will’s faster.
“Matt!”
I can hear laughing at the other end, but Will won’t let me near the phone. I jump on him and try to grab the handset off him. He tickles me, turns me round, and lands on top of me, grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head.
“I want to talk to him!”
“Yep, she’s a real wildcat. She’s so hot!” Will laughs into the telephone, and I try to throw him off.
“Yeah, baby, it’s so hot when you fight it,” he grins at me.
He grips the phone between his chin and shoulder and starts kneading my breasts.
“Her tits are awesome, aren’t they?” He listens to what Matt says and pushes his hand into my panties. “Shit, man, she’s practically dripping.” I can hear murmuring through the phone while he fingers my pussy. I can’t do anything except moan.
“Louder, baby, so Matt can hear you.”
So this is a bit bizarre, but at the same time damn erotic. I decide to stop thinking and go with it. Will switches on the microphone and lays the handset near my head. He lets go of my wrists and pushes his hand up under my t-shirt. He finds my nipple and pinches it between his finger and thumb. I moan loudly.
“Babe, I miss you so much,” Matt’s voice has gone husky.
“I miss you too, Matt!” I cry out quietly as Will’s finger pushes against my g-spot. Will’s mouth clamps over my breast and licks at my nipple over my t-shirt. He bites gently, and I scream out again.
“What’s he doing to you?” Matt asks.
I try to speak coherently while panting: “He’s fingering me,’ Will reaches to touch that perfect spot inside me again, “and he’s biting my nipple.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes! Oh God, Will, don’t stop,” I beg him.
I push my breast further into his mouth, asking him to be a little rougher. I push my pelvis against his fingers, wanting him to give me…hmm…just more! He pushes another finger into me and begins to thrust rhythmically, hard and fast. I cry out, one long sound. He circles my clit with his thumb, and I clasp handfuls of his hair, which makes him groan as he bites at the soft flesh of my breast.
“Oh God, Will!” I moan, as I come. My body contracts, and my back arches away from the couch, my fingers clawing at his back. Will doesn’t let go and continues to suck at my nipple, finger me, and rub my clit. I come again, long and hard. Sounds come out of me, words that make no sense. I long to let go and relax, but Will doesn’t stop. After two orgasms my pussy is hyper-sensitive. His fingers should feel uncomfortable, but they don’t. If anything I’m more turned on than ever.
Suddenly Will turns me over, lifts up my ass, and thrusts his wet fingers into me. I cry out loudly.
I hear Matt’s heavy breathing.
“Matt, Matt…” I whisper, huskily. My voice is raw from screaming and groaning.
“Babe, I wish I was with you and those were my fingers in your ass. Even better, my cock.”
I can’t tell him it’s what I also want. I’m with Will, and his fingers are just as awesome as Matt’s. I’m going stiff for a moment.
Will bites my ear gently and whispers, “You can tell him you want him here, too, and that you want to feel his fingers.”
“Matt, I want you so much!” I moan. “And I want Will so much, too!”
Matt laughs quietly. “Babe, we’re both yours. Neither of us are going anywhere.”
Will slaps my ass and I scream.
I hear Matt’s sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, this is the hottest phone sex I’ve ever had,” he groans.
Will’s other hand fingers my pussy hard at the same time, and I’m about to lose myself in his touch. My hands claw at the cushions, and I cry out as my orgasm takes me out of myself. I manage one long scream before I collapse on the couch, panting.
Will pulls out of me and pushes against my pussy. The pressure helps bring me down and ground me. He turns my head to face him and gives me a long soft kiss on the mouth.
He gets up and leaves. I grab the handset.
“Matt?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Are you mad at me for sleeping with Will?” I whisper.
“No, I hoped it’d happen.”
“Okay then. I couldn’t have prevented it.”
His laugh gets louder. “I know, babe. He pushed all the right buttons, didn’t he?”
Suddenly I’m alert. “Did you give him tips?”
I can picture his smile and dimples.
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Asshole.”
“Last warning, Thea. I don’t want to hear you speak like that.” His voice is suddenly hard.
“Sorry.” I bite my bottom lip.
“It’s okay,” he laughs. “Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“Give Tom a chance, too, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Thank you,” he whispers. “What did Will mean when he said you tried to kill each other?”
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�Oh…well on Thursday he told me to be good so I could have an orgasm.”
I can hear him laughing. “Big mistake.”
I grin. “Exactly. And that’s after he called me a good girl…”
“What a douche.”
“Right? That’s pretty much what I said.”
“Did he take it well?”
“Not so much, but I think he accepted it,” I joke. “We fought again this morning. He called my pussy…” I whisper the next bit, “a cunt.”
“That is so untrue, you little witch. I asked you if you believed that we thought you were just a cunt to be fucked. That’s not the same as calling your sweet pussy a cunt.” I feel Will suddenly behind me.
“Here’s the thing, big guy, telling me off won’t get you in my panties,” I hiss at him.
He pulls me onto the couch closer to him. “I will always get in your panties, baby. I think we established that today.”
Matt laughs. “Will, you’ve always gone for the submissive type, how’s it going with this firecracker?”
He smirks. “There was a period of adjustment, but to be honest, fighting with her is fun, plus she has her submissive moments in the sack.”
“I do not.”
He tickles me. “Sure you do, baby. You love it when I dominate you.”
“Has it occurred to you that when I’m submissive I get what I want?” I grin at him.
Will looks at me, a little shocked, and Matt starts laughing.
“What a player.”
“Perhaps I should be harder on you so that you’re more obedient.” Will bites my ear.
“I’m not sure harder’s even possible without you hurting me, and that’s something you promised me you wouldn’t do.”
He’s suddenly serious. “Never, baby. I would never hurt you.” He kisses my neck.
“Okay, I have to go. I’ve got dinner plans,” Matt says.
“With some hot babe?” I ask, jokingly.
“The only woman I want is lying in the arms of my best friend. I’ll call you, babe!”
After Matt hangs up, Will turns me to face him. “Just to be clear, this may not be a conventional arrangement, but it is exclusive. You can sleep with Matt and Tom but no one else. And we only sleep with you.”
I nod and snuggle into him, enjoying his arms around me. “Will?”
“Uh oh, I know that tone.”
How can he already tell? “Are you turned on by each other?”
He pulls my head back to look in my eyes. “Tom, Matt, and me?”
I nod and lick my lips. “Are you guys, you know, bi?”
“No, baby. Not at all. I want to fuck you. Not Matt or Tom.”
He holds me close again. “Will?”
“I’m going to regret this, but yes?”
“You said I could ask you anything!” I say huffily.
“That was before I knew what a nag you were.”
I giggle. “Regretting it already?”
He kisses the top of my head. “I’m close.”
“Poor baby. How do you cope with someone as bossy as me?”
“Finally,” he says, looking satisfied, “something we agree on.” He holds me tightly.
“Will?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I just wanted to say that if you guys wanted...with each other…”
Will interrupts, “Not happening. You might not have a problem with it, but that’s a big no no in my book. Tom and Matt feel the same way. We’re not a bunch of closeted gays that only can live their sexuality by fucking the same woman.” I obviously look skeptical. “Don’t look at me as if I’m a homophobe. I’m pro gay rights all the way, just not gay.”
I push away from him and look at him sternly. “Now you’ve pissed me off, William King.”
He rolls his eyes. “What’d I do now?”
“I hate that after only week you know me so well that you can read my mind.”
He grins at me. “You’re an open book, baby. Anyone can read your mind.”
“Not like you. You knew I wanted to know if you were homophobic. That’s pretty unusual.”
“You’re no usual lady,” he says and strokes my cheek. I kiss him, and we make out for the rest of the evening.
I find a note on the nightstand in the morning when I wake up.
‘Sorry, Baby, would have loved to have spent the morning in bed with you but there’s been an emergency at work. I’ll meet you at the stadium. You can go with Tom. He’s back sometime today. And, Baby…I like you x’
I press the note to my heart and grin inanely. My Will is a bit of a softie. Just like Matt.
Somehow, I just can’t get around the fact that I have these two, potentially three, men in my life, who want me and can’t keep their hands off me. It’s kind of strange at the same time. I mean, it’s polygamy. All right, we’re not married, that’s just semantics. I pretty much have my own harem. Fuck, am I a nymphomaniac?
I’m a slut…that much is clear. If there was any doubt before, I think the last couple of days have proven it. Hang on, how come I’m a slut? What about them? Between them, they’ve slept with hundreds of women. My total of twenty-three is nothing compared to their numbers, isn’t it? Will said he’d had one woman a week and that was over several years. Based on six years (isn’t that how long they’ve been living together?) that works out to 300 women! Damn! And Tom and Matt were even wilder. What was it he said? Half the female population of Frisco?
So there are 800,000 people living here. Let’s say fifty percent of those are women and fifty percent of that would be 200,000 . He must have been talking figuratively. Hopefully.
Whatever the case, they’ve got no reason to accuse me of being promiscuous. And anyway, hasn’t it been proven that women with more sexual partners are more educated, liberal, and better earners? I’m sure I read that somewhere and didn’t just make it up.
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.”