She flies with her own wings (13 page)

“Will, what am I to you? A slut? A whore?”

He flinches. “Of course not, Thea! You are not a slut. Do you really think we just see you as a cunt to fuck?”

I half turn to him to look him in the eyes and my voice has a dangerous tone. “Don’t you ever use that word when you’re talking about me, William King.”

He takes my face in his hands and holds me tightly. “Do you think you’re just a cunt for us to fuck, Thea?”

I punch his chest. “I hate that word! It’s degrading and disrespectful, and if you call my vagina that one more time, you’ll never go anywhere near me again.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Thea, and give me an answer. Do you really think you’re a cunt for us to fuck?” he asks me again and his voice sounds just as dangerous as mine.

“It sure looks that way, doesn’t it? I mean, you don’t even know me, and you give me a room because I’m attractive, because you all want to fuck me. How else should I interpret it?” I spit out.

I try to escape his grip, but his fingers are clamped around me and won’t let go. His eyes have changed color and look stormy, like a hurricane is brewing.

“Finding women to fuck isn’t a problem for us. In fact, we haven’t done much else in the last couple of years. I’ve been a monk compared to Tom and Matt, and I had a different woman in my bed every week. Those two were wilder than me. I joke that they’ve fucked their way through half the population of Frisco and yeah, we’ve often fucked the same woman. We’ve never been short on women.”

I want to be repulsed, want to find the way he talks about my sisters in spirit disgusting, as if they’re just meat and not even human beings.

“You are such a misogynistic asshole, William King. How can you...how can all three of you treat women that way? Just use them up and throw them away?”

“Fuck that moral bullshit.”

“Moral bullshit? You fucking asshole. Let me go.” I try again to free myself, but his hands are still around my face.

“Calm down, Thea, you’re just turning me on and making me want to fuck you in this state,” he seethes.

“You’ll never fuck me again!” I scream.

“Sure, baby. Your body is mine, and I’ll have it when I want it.” Oh my God, he’s making me so hot!

“Really? Do you want to fuck me and throw me away, or is Tom allowed to have the leftovers when you’re finished?”

“You’re out of your fucking mind! I totally want to put you over my knee!”

“Don’t even think about it, Will. Sexual stimulation, yes but definitely not as punishment!”

He pushes his hand between my legs and feels my wetness. “And you’re sure it won’t stimulate you if I put you over my knee? You’re almost dripping,” he taunts and pushes two fingers into me from behind. I’m angry and so turned on. My body moves and arches against him, clamping around his fingers. He moves me onto my stomach and slaps me smartly on my ass while he fucks me with his fingers.

I scream out and want to fight him as his fingers work faster. His slaps are deliciously painful. His fingers are relentless. I’m getting hotter and the line between lust and pain blurs. I push my ass up as his hand slaps my naked skin, and I moan loudly. His fingers push against my g-spot as my fingers claw at the sheets.

“Harder, Will, please, harder!”

I spread my legs wider for him so he can fuck me deeper. He pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock into me roughly. With every thrust, he slams deeper, his hand still slapping my ass. My arms shake with the pressure, and my legs can hardly hold me up. I sink down to my elbows, and he pushes even deeper. I scream out as my lust overwhelms me and I come long and hard. But Will doesn’t let up and carries on fucking me and spanking my ass until I come again, even harder than the last time. He still doesn’t come with me and keeps going.

My legs shake as I scream and moan and bite the pillow. He grabs my hair into a ponytail and holds it tightly. He pulls me up so he can put his arms around me as he bites my shoulder. He bites my earlobe as he whispers, “Is that punishment or sexual stimulation?”

His hand moves between my legs and massages my clit as his other hand pinches my nipple. “Punishment or stimulation?”

He pushes me back onto the mattress and begins to slap my ass again and again while his cock pushes deeper. “Punishment or stimulation?”

I scream out; I can’t take any more. My body is at its limit.

“Answer me, Thea!” His hand slaps on my skin.

“Stimulation! It’s so hot, Will, don’t stop, please!” I pant and fight for air.

He grabs me and rubs my clit, slaps my ass, and fucks me. We come together, and I feel his warm seed shoot into me. I shake from exertion as he puts his arms around me, lays me on the bed and spoons me. I press against him and enjoy the feeling of his cock in me.

He strokes my stomach, kisses my head, and whispers sweet nothings into my ear. My sexy Will. My Will who fucked me without a condom.

“You didn’t use a rubber.”

“I know.”

“You can’t tell me you’ve fucked hundreds of women and then fuck me without a rubber.”

“I get myself tested every four weeks, and I’ve never fucked without a rubber. That was the first time.”

I should be pissed, really pissed. He shouldn’t be making those kinds of decisions without me. But…

“And? How was it?” I ask.

He laughs quietly. “Fucking amazing. I never thought something so thin could make such a difference. I will never fuck you again any other way.”

I nuzzle into him. It’s not the first time that I’ve had unprotected sex, but the first time was not exactly amicable, and I push those thoughts out of my mind.

His strong arms hold me, and his cock is still in me. I know I want him only like this, too.

He strokes my hair out of my face. “Baby, you’re not just a fuck. Not for any of us. You’re not a slut because you’re sleeping with two, well, maybe three, men. And the women I slept with knew exactly what they were getting into. I never promised anything, I’ve always been straight up, and they’ve been cool with it.”

“You didn’t say anything to me.”

“Because it’s not a one-off thing with you. We’ve already fucked three days in a row,” he jokes.

“What happens if I decide that I don’t want to sleep with Tom, as well?”

“Just wait and see what happens.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Would it destroy your friendship?”

He pulls me closer to him. “No way. Sure it’ll be a bit strange, but we talked about what’d happen if you only chose one of us, and we all agreed it’d be a shame, but we’d live with it. Baby, no pressure. I wasn’t supposed to say anything. It just kind of slipped out. Forgive me.”

I kiss his arms. “It’s just that I like you all and value your friendship. You guys are so tight, support each other, you know each other’s secrets. You have a great dynamic. Every time I see you guys together, I’m fascinated and glad that you have people in your lives who get you. I guess I get a bit sad that I don’t have friendships like that. Sure, I have Sam and Josh, and I love them both very much but I don’t have anyone I grew up with, who knew me when I was a kid. I’m kind of jealous and at the same time very protective about what you have. I don’t want to risk it, it’s too valuable.”

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.

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?”

“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.