She flies with her own wings (10 page)

“I’m not really good at the whole girlfriend thing. I have sex but avoid relationships…too complicated.”

I must look shocked because he takes my face in his hands. “Baby, you’re already different. I’ve never had to work that hard to get a girl into bed.” He kisses me gently, first on the left corner of my mouth, and then the right and then in the middle. My Will.

My Will? This is getting so damn complicated. Definitely not what I wanted, but now I can’t seem to find a different way. What shall I do? I like them both. That’s just the simple truth.

I don’t even know why his ‘girlfriend thing’ comment annoyed me so much. Do I really want a relationship with Will? Do I want one with Matt? Can either of them even have a relationship? I mean, Matt’s had hundreds of women…even though I’m kind of hoping he was exaggerating.

No, one thing has to be clear, whatever I choose to do with these two hot men, I have to leave my feelings out of it otherwise I’m just going to get hurt. Apart from that, I’m no good at the whole relationship thing either. I’ve never had a steady relationship, just sexual partners.

Will’s hand runs along my spine and touches every little part of my skin. His mouth finds my breasts and he licks lightly over my areola. I let my head fall back, moan quietly, and arch against him, my hands in his hair.

Will grabs another condom, pulls it on, and pushes gently into me. He moves slowly, his lips locked to mine, his tongue deep in me. I take his thrusts, gyrating my pelvis slowly and seductively. He groans into my mouth, and grabs my ass, pushing me tighter to his thrusts.

His hand wanders down to my hotspot, and he begins stroking. A sound of pure lust escapes from my throat, and I’m close to coming, my fingers clawed in his shoulders.

“Don’t come, baby. Control it,” he whispers in my ear. His lips sink to a nipple, and he begins to suck hard.

I can’t control it. I can’t! I breathe in and out deeply, trying to relax, trying desperately not to come, but Will’s not making it easy. With this steady stimulation on all my erogenous zones, I’m coiled tightly, waiting to spring open.

Suddenly I feel two fingers pushing into my ass. Not that, too! I start to pant, and a sweat breaks out all over my body.

Will takes my other nipple in his mouth and continues to play this agonizing game. I can’t take anymore. My orgasm wants out. I suddenly feel him stiffen and shoot his load into the condom. Shit. He’s come again and left me hanging.

He moves away from me, and I fall against the mattress, unbelievably frustrated. My skin is on fire, my pussy throbbing with lust and longing. This is too much. Will goes to the bathroom to wash himself, and hot tears run down my face. When he comes back he pulls my back to his chest.

“Frustrated, baby?” He grins. What an asshole.

“How the hell can you do this to me?” I hiss at him.

“Come on, you love a dominant man in bed. Just go with it. It’s in your best interest.”

“Sure it is, asshole.”

He laughs loudly. “Naughty bitch” and bites my earlobe. “Okay, baby, turn over.”

I do so, grudgingly.

“Just to show you that I’m no asshole, that I only think about your pleasure, I’m going to tell you what I have planned for you, this once. After that, you will trust me and no more bitching, are we clear?”

“I’m not bitching!” I protest.

“Yes, you are but don’t worry, it’s a total turn on.” He teases my nipples with his fingers and I take a sharp intake of breath. He lays a hand on my cheek.

“I’m going to lick your pussy. I want to stick my tongue and fingers in you, but you’re not going to come, do you understand, baby? No orgasm. When I’m finished licking you, I’m going to fuck your mouth and come a fourth time without you. After that, you can ride me. Without coming. After that, the big finale. I’m going to fuck you hard and you can come then, as much as you want. Okay?”

“Will, I’ve got nothing left. My body needs to come.”

He grins at me. “Your body can take more than you think.” He kisses down from my lips to my stomach and on to my pussy. He spreads my legs wide, gets into position, and begins to lick my hot flesh. It’s like an electric shock, sending me to the edge of a climax immediately. He stops licking and strokes my legs until the feeling goes.

He starts again, stroking his tongue at my pussy, and I concentrate on my breathing. I try to relax, but it’s not long before I’m on the edge. Just one touch, and I’d go over.

He stops and strokes my legs again, until my breathing regulates. He then takes my clit in his mouth and flicks his tongue against it. Over and over again. The big O is building in me again, and as I am just at the edge, he stops it.

“God, Will, let me come, I’m begging you!”

“Forget it, baby.” He grins, and I mumble frustratingly. My hand wanders down between my legs, but Will intercepts it and kisses my fingers and palm before laying them back on the mattress.

He nibbles softly at my pussy lips and lets his tongue glide into me. I scream out and arch my hips against him, my fingers clawing at the sheets.

“Will, please!”

He stops again, strokes my legs gently and waits patiently until I’ve calmed down.

I’m angry and frustrated, tears roll down my face. My body is on fire, every part of me longing to be sated.

“I can’t anymore. I can’t anymore,” I whisper but it changes nothing. He starts again, takes me to the edge and stops again. Again and again.

He then pulls me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, positions himself in front of me, and lays his cock on my bottom lip. I open my mouth and take him in.

“That’s good, baby, all of it, deep.” And he groans as I let him go deeper. When all of his cock is in, he begins thrusting. My lips lock around him, my eyes don’t leave his face. His hand grabs my hair, and he holds tight. His other hand grabs a breast and plays first with one nipple and then the other. I was hoping to cool down while he fucked my mouth, but he obviously has other plans. He just wants to keep me hot and doesn’t want me to forget that he can do what he wants to me. My orgasm is his and he can order me about to his heart’s delight.

I feel him jerk and know he’s coming. He pulls out, strokes his cock up and down, and comes over my face and cleavage.

“Oh baby, that’s good,” he groans. I use my tongue and finger to get his cum into my mouth. He tastes so good.

After I’ve washed my face, we lie together and cuddle. He strokes me softly, going from my nipples to my clit.

“Oh God, Will, you asshole,” I moan.

I hear his rumbling laugh from his chest. “You should be nicer to me otherwise you’re not coming at all tonight.”

“I think I’ve been more than nice to you today,” I remind him.

He pulls me closer. “You’ve been very nice.”

I feel his cock get stiff again and press my ass against him.

“Okay, up you get.” He rolls onto his back, dons another condom, and I straddle him, taking his cock into me. “Don’t forget, control your orgasm. I know it’ll be hard in this position…but try.”

I begin to move on top of him and let my hips gyrate, and I’m already on the edge of an orgasm. I stop quickly and wait for the sensation to go. Will looks so delicious under me, his perfect body, blue eyes fixed on me, his ruffled hair. Fuck, this is not the way to calm down. I close my eyes and try to breathe normally. I start moving again, but it’s not long before I’m close to coming again. I manage to stop just before anything happens, and I notice Will fighting the urge to laugh. I could happily kill him.

“Planning your first murder?” he jokes. It must’ve been written all over my face.

“How do you know it’s my first? I might be a hired killer.”

“If that’s the case, you must be the cutest one out there.”

“Oh spare me,” I growl at him. “You should be fucking me senseless instead of putting me through this agony.”

“Oh so you don’t want to come at all this evening,” he grins, “you should’ve have just said so,” and he tries to move me off him.

“No, no, Will, please! I want to come! Please, Will,” I beg. The bastard is loving this game.

“Be good, baby, this is your last warning,” he says in a tone that’s no longer joking.

“Yes, I promise. Thank you.” Why the hell am I thanking him? And why am I letting this asshole bully me? Dammit, I’m a grown woman and can come when I want. Suddenly, I’m angry with him and me for letting myself being treated this way. This whole orgasm build-up is a joke. What the hell? As if women need to store up their orgasms because they can only come three times a day. Fuck that. If I want to come twenty times a day, I damn well will.

I’ve managed to talk myself into a rage, and Will looks at me concerned, so it must show. I get up suddenly and get off the bed.

“Fuck this.” I say and leave his room, stalk to mine and slam the door. I go to the bathroom and get in the shower and wash every trace of Will off. I slide slowly down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor of the shower. I rest my head on my knees. The tears, that have never been far away the whole night, come now fast and heavy. All at once the shower door opens and Will comes in. He sits next to me and puts an arm around my shoulders. I let myself fall against him and sob against his chest. He kisses the top of my head.

“I’m sorry, Thea, I think I went too far,” he murmurs while he holds me.

I can’t hold it in, and all my frustration pours out, making me sob uncontrollably. I’m so exhausted from this build-up and force down. My blood’s been replaced by sexual energy.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I should never have let you go on for so long.” He strokes my back.

“I…just can’t. I can’t anymore,” I sob.

“I know, baby, I should’ve noticed.”

After what feels like an eternity, I stop sobbing. Will holds my face in his hands, looks into my eyes, and kisses me softly on the lips.

“Okay, baby. Let’s get rid of that frustration.”

He stands up and pulls me up to him. He dries me off and takes me back to his bed. He lays me softly down and kneels between my legs. He lifts my pelvis onto his lap. He rolls on a condom, plunges into me, and I grab onto the headboard with both hands.

He begins with long slow strokes and my orgasm builds with record speed, and I let it come. I’m just about to head for Nirvana when Will presses his thumb into my clit. I climax and it’s so intense that I scream out. It’s not a quick release; it’s long and drawn out thanks to Will’s slow thrusts and the pressure from this thumb. I arch up, my fingers clawing at the bed post, my head thrashing from side to side, my toes curling and my breath hitching in short bursts. It doesn’t stop; it keeps going on. Will’s thumb rubs my clit, and I arch again. What the fuck is this? My screams are uncontrollable, and my whole body jerks. He holds my lower body while the rest of me thrashes. When I finally get my breath back, Will flicks my nipple, and the orgasm I thought had gone is back with such a force that my whole body contracts, and I get a cramp in my foot.

“Shit, Will. My foot,” I moan and Will stretches it out for me.

Breathing heavily, I lie under him, but he keeps thrusting, slowly and regularly. He slaps at my breast and another orgasm shoots through me. I scream loudly, and I’m surprised by these screams. I’m not normally loud in bed, hard to believe, I know. Maybe because I’ve never had sex as amazing what I have had this week. And with two men. I’ve forgotten the torture Will put me through. If that’s the result, keep bringing it.

I lie there, completely relaxed, as Will finally comes himself. He pulls out, gets rid of the condom and wraps me in his arms. My head rests on his chest and my arm is round him. Will’s hand strokes the length of my back and the other is on my cheek.

“That,” I say, “was awesome.” I can’t think of anything else to say.

“I know,” he says, and I hear a quiet laugh.

I lift my head and want to look into his eyes, but he holds me closer to him.

“Was it good for you, too?” I mumble against his skin.

“Shit, baby, you have to ask? I came four times tonight.”

“Good,” I say and kiss him on his chest.

“Baby, before you fall asleep, we have to talk about what just happened.” His voice is serious. “What made you leave my bed?”

“Be good, baby, this is your last warning,” I reply, glad that he can’t see my face or my reaction.

“Explain.”

“It was so…condescending. You’d already called me ‘good girl’ and even though I thought it was dumb, I let you. But when you said I’d only come if I was a good girl, I saw red.”

“So it wasn’t holding back your orgasm?”

“Well, that didn’t make it any easier. Every part of me was wound so tight. Including my nerves.”

“Okay, baby, let me get this straight, so I haven’t misunderstood. You like giving up the control, right?” I nod. “And you were turned on by holding back your orgasm?” I nod again. “So I can keep you from an orgasm, I’m just not allowed to say I’m doing it?”

I sit up quickly. “You’re twisting it to suit you.”

“I’m a man of logic, and your reaction doesn’t seem very logical.” He winks at me.

“Yes, it is! You made it sound like you were the one answer to my coming. As if I had to obey all your commands just to orgasm, and that is definitely not the case. I can make myself come whenever I want. You don’t actually need to be present.”