She flies with her own wings

by Annie Stone

  “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…

  His hand slaps my behind and I cry out, “Yes, yes, yes, Tom, please!” I don’t even know why I say this, I don’t want more. Or at least, my brain doesn’t want more. My slutty body wants more and more and more.

  Tom takes each of my wrists and holds them tightly behind my back. He pulls them up with every thrust and my pelvis claps against his groin. My shoulder muscles scream, and I swear, he’ll pull my arms out of their sockets.

  His thrusts become harder and faster. My screaming gets hoarse. I say his name, anything I can think of, and I am sure some things are no real words, but just some syllables attached to each other. I feel him contort and know his orgasm isn’t far off. He lets go of my arms and rubs my clit. I come fast and hard as he thrusts into me and comes himself.

  He falls onto me slowly and kisses my shoulders and strokes my skin. He pulls off the condom and moves in to snuggle me. His firm arms are wrapped around me, and his face nuzzles into my neck.

  “Baby, that was incredible,” he whispers before nibbling at my earlobe.

  “I’m so glad you all think I’m so great in bed when all I’ve done so far is just lie there and take it.” I grin and stroke his arms.

  He laughs. “You’re lucky we like it that way.”

  “You’re telling me. It’s like we were made for each other.”

  His lips press against my neck. “Fuck.”

  “What?”

  “This last week has been the worst week of my life.”

  I am instantly worried. “How come? Is everything okay now?”

  He laughs quietly. “Just a severe case of blue balls. I wanted you so bad that I pretty much had a hard on whenever you were in the vicinity and now I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking.”

  “Tom? What happens next?” I’m kind of surprised I can talk to all three of them freely. I mean, I spent hours naked with Matt and Will, but I hardly know Tom. Somehow it feels like the most natural thing in the world to talk to him about anything I feel. My vagina definitely adores him and isn’t making a big deal out of this. But she’s not to be trusted as she feels the same way about Matt and Will.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve slept with all three of you now, is that it? Is this all? Back to business? Or do we carry on sleeping with each other…and how is my poor vagina supposed to cope with three stallions?”

  “How crazy would it be to stop now after we’ve all found out how great it is? Of course we keep fucking, there’s no questioning that. It might get a bit cramped in your bedroom and sure, all three of us—or shall I say all four of us?—want you all the time, but we’ll find our rhythm, I reckon. It’s new for us, too, there’s no rule book here. Let’s just see what happens.”

  I nod.

  “And to the last thing you mentioned, that could be a problem. We might want it often, but if you can’t anymore and you need a time out, we’ll just have to keep our pants on.” He grins. “It’ll be hard, but we’ll manage.”

  “Tom?”

  “Yes?” he kisses me on my earlobe.

  “Will told me we’re exclusive. I mean, the four of us. Even though I sleep with all three of you, you only sleep with me. I kind of wondered if you guys slept with each other…”

  “Shit, Thea, no way! We’re not gay or bi.”

  “Yes, I know. Will said the same thing. What I wanted to say was, isn’t it unfair to you guys? I get to sleep with three guys while you only get to sleep with one woman?”

  “No idea. We only want to sleep with one woman. Is that unfair?”

  “Am I stupid for saying that I get this amazing feeling from knowing all three of you want me?”

  I feel his smile on my neck. “So you don’t want to suggest bringing in another two women to even out the field?”

  “No way! But that makes me a female macho, doesn’t it?”

  “What do you call a female macho?”

  “I don’t know. Macchiato?”

  He laughs. “Latte Macchiato?”

 
“SNL’s got nothing on us.” I giggle.

  He pulls me to him. “Let’s not give up our day jobs.”

  “We’d starve and have to live off the goodwill of our roommates. Do you think they’d throw us out on our asses?”

  ‘Not you, they’d fuck you with or without a job. But what about me?”

  “You’d probably have to walk the streets. I bet you’d be a hit with the ladies. Hey, maybe you’d earn enough to keep the both of us.”

  “Lady Thea and her Callboy.”

  “That’s a bestseller right there, if ever there was one.” I turn so that our chests touch and throw my arms around him. “You’re a bestseller.”

  He kisses me softly on the lips. “Yours.”

  Oh shit, this could get complicated. “I’m definitely keeping you.”

  He grins at me. “At your service, Lady Thea.”

  I reach between his legs and take hold of his hard cock. “Well if that’s the case, fuck me again, but this time soft and slow. My pussy needs a little tenderness after all this fucking.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  He reaches into my nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom.

  “Give it to me.” I take it and open it carefully. He turns onto his back. I put the tip between my lips, bend over him and roll the condom with my mouth as far as it will go and use my hand to secure it.

  I grin. “I’ve always wanted to try that.”

  He looks down. “Perfect and very hot. Makes putting on a condom more fun.”

  “Have you ever done it without one?”

  “No, you?”

  “With Will.”

  “You’re sleeping with Will without a condom?”

  “It just kind of happened. Well, we were arguing and next thing I know we’re fucking without realising what we were doing.”

  He looks at me carefully. “But you use protection?”

  Ah, so it’s pregnancy he’s worried about. “Sure, I have an implant.”

  “How many years have you had it?”

  I don’t want to know how he knows about this stuff. “Two. It’s checked regularly, too.”

  “When were you last tested?”

  “Four months ago. But I hadn’t had sex for six months before Matt.”

  He looks at me surprised. “How come? How did you go so long without?”

  “No idea. My libido must’ve gone into hiding. I guess I was just sick of meaningless sex.” I shrug my shoulders.

  “How many men have you slept with?” he asks suddenly.

  “You really want to know?”

  He nods. “Sure, I don’t think your number will shock me.”

  I grin slightly. “Well, after everything I’ve heard, mine is probably around 5% of yours. I am kind of hoping that you haven’t really slept with half the female population of San Francisco.”

  He grins. “And if I had?”

  “I guess I’ll have to live with it, even though I’d only touch you with gloves on.”

  He takes my hands and kisses them softly. “It’s a good thing it’s a massive exaggeration then. So, how many?”

  “23. Wait, 24. That’s you.”

  “5% sounds about right.”

  I punch his chest playfully. “Slut.”

  He puts his arms around me and turns us over so I’m under him.

  “Tom?”

  “Yes?”

  “Does my number shock you?”

  “No, why?”

  “Well, it’s double the average.”

  “So? Mine is 50 times the average. It doesn’t matter what happened in the past. What matters is what’s brought us here, to this point, in this bed. And in about 10 seconds, my cock in you.” He pushes into me gently, and I shiver.

  I pull my legs up slightly, my hands playing in his tousled hair. He kisses my neck and my mouth. His thumb runs along my bottom lip and he lays both hands on my cheeks as he pulls me into an intense kiss. His lips are soft and warm but without being sluggish. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. His tongue glides slowly in and he sucks on my lower lip and nibbles at it.

  He moves slowly in me, his cock caressing my pussy. Even though I love being fucked hard, gentle sex has its place, too. He strokes my arms, my face, my neck, my arms, and my breasts. His cock makes love to me, his tongue makes love to me, his hands make love to me.

  All traces of the guy who just fucked me have disappeared. I open myself to him, his kiss, his eyes, which are fixed on mine, his hands, which hold me, his cock, which slides softly into me.

  He is so unbelievably tender and takes his time loving me. Every part of my skin that he touches explodes into a fire that only he can control. I melt into him.

  Even though it’s a completely different from our first time, that doesn’t make it any less intense. His gaze burns into my soul, and I know he sees everything.

  How has this happened? How is it that Theodora Bennet has lost her head over three men? Admittedly, three very hot men but this isn’t a relationship.

  Tom whispers sweet nothings in my ear, and it has the same effect as Matt’s dirty talk. I let myself go and my vagina throbs. My Tom.

  He pushes a hand between us and plays with my clit while his mouth sinks onto my nipple. He sucks and licks at the puckered skin. I arch against him and push my breast deeper into his mouth.

  “Baby, I can’t hold back much longer.”

  “Bite my nipple,” I gasp.

  He bites and I come hard and fast and the intensity shocks me. He comes right after me. He pulls me to him again and puts his arms around me. I fall asleep in his strong arms. My last thought? My Tom, Sex God Extraordinaire. Lucky bitch, Thea, lucky bitch.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Will is waiting in front of the stadium for us. He kisses me on the cheek. “Hey, baby, did you have a good day?”

  My cheeks flush; I can feel it. He grins at me and Tom looks like a man who spent the morning in bed. With a woman. Fucking.

  Both of them keep a polite distance, not touching me or kissing me. Somehow I miss it, but I’m relieved at the same time. I’m not sure how I would have reacted to open affection from both of them. It probably would have been awkward which is something I don’t ever want to feel with them. Even if it isn’t a traditional relationship, it’s good for me, I think. At least it feels good. So good. I like all three of them and could never choose one over another, as I realized in the last hours. They’re all amazing men and not just because they’re hotties. They’re the whole package.

  As I watch them, I realize I’m all in. I want this. Wherever this goes, whatever happens tomorrow, in a week or a year, we have today. And I’m going to enjoy every moment with them, whether that time is long or short. At least that’s what I feel now, worrying is for tomorrow.

  I let my hand fall into Will’s. He looks surprised, but his fingers intertwine with mine. My other hand goes into Tom’s and he pulls it up to his lips.

  Will looks at my jersey. “Number 7?”

  “I have a thing for guys with ink.”

  He laughs and squeezes my hand. We walk to our seats. I should have known…

  “Why am I not surprised that these seats are great?”

  “Perhaps, because after a week, you think you already know us,” Will teases.

  He reaches for my cap and straightens the front. “Here,” he says and hands me a ticket. I can’t believe it. He’s given me a season ticket! “For me?”

  He nods. Is that embarrassment?

  I’m jumping up and down, before I hug Will passionately. His arms tighten around my back and he holds me to him.

  When he loses his grip, I am breathing, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! That’s just amazing!”

  I turn to Tom and hug him as well. He kisses my cheek.

  I feel the glances of every woman surrounding us. And each and everyone is asking herself, what the hell I’m doing. Two sexy men and me. Yes, I do sleep with them. So, what?

  “Beer and fish tacos?” asks Tom. I nod and
he is off to find me something to eat.

  “I’ve never sat this close!” I am grinning at Will.

  “Excited, baby?” He’s laughing at my obvious joy.

  “So much! I can’t wait.”

  He puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses me lightly on the head. “You are so cute, when you are this excited.”

  I’m leaning against him. “This is already one of the best days of my life.”

  He whispers in my ear: “I’m planning to make it even better.”

  I’m shuddering. “Don’t say things like that.”

  “Why not?” he asks, while he puts some hair behind my ear.

  “’Cause you make me all hot and bothered.”

  He laughs. “Maybe that’s my plan.”

  “Congrats. You succeeded.”

  “You are crazy, baby.” He plants another tender kiss on my brow.

  Tom comes back, juggling food and drinks. He hands us beers. “I didn’t know how many tacos you liked, so I brought three for you. Just to make sure you don’t steal our food, when you’ve done with yours.”

  “Very funny, Tom.” I grab one. The first bite is always the best. Before I’ve swallowed I start talking again. I’m such a lady. “This should be a rule.”

  “What?”

  “I am allowed to exchange my food with yours, when yours looks better.”

  Tom removes a little sauce from the corner of my mouth and licks his finger.

  Will asks, “And what will you do for us?”

  “You could make up rules, as well.”

  He’s quite interested now. “Whatever we want?”

  “Yep, but maybe I don’t follow it,” I joke.

  “But we have to follow your rules?” asks Tom.

  “Obviously.”

  He bumps his shoulder against mine. “And you call that fair?”

  “Of course. You are three, and I’m all alone,” I tell him amused.

  Will chimes in, “That doesn’t mean you get three votes, baby.”

  I am looking at him shocked. “Why not? You mean you can always overrule me?”

  He looks at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes. “That’s the way it is.”

  I box against his shoulder. “That’s unfair! You three are of the same opinion, it’s three to one, and I find myself the guest of a SM party.”