She flies with her own wings

by Annie Stone

  “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 goi
ng 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.”

  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?”
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  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.