She flies with her own wings (8 page)

“Sorry, I was just joking around.”

He strokes my cheek. “It’s okay. It would kill me if I saw you with him. I don’t know how you’ve done it in five days, but I’ve already become possessive of you.”

He kisses me softly on the lips. “I hope you can deal with that.”

Sure, no problem. And with those few words, any idea of starting something with Will disappears.

The waiter brings the third course: Oven-baked chili and garlic prawns. He’s ordered lamb, and we share again. I don’t believe I’ve ever eaten this good. The company might, just might, be the reason I’m really enjoying this evening. I love just looking at him. His dimples that give him that impish look when he grins. His toned body…his tattoos. Okay, I can’t see them at the moment but they’re kind of burnt on to my memory.

Just hot.

And mine.

I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe this super-hot guy is into me. I’m okay looking but this guy is sex on a stick.

When we’ve finished the third course, I smile at him. “Okay, what do you want for the third course?”

He looks surprised. “Are you being serious or are you kidding me?”

“Serious.”

He pulls me to him, kisses my lips, strokes my cheek and whispers. “What did I do to get someone like you?”

I’m asking myself the same thing. “So?” I prompt.

“Hmmm, give us a chance.”

I look at him, confused. “That’s what I’m doing, isn’t it?”

“No, not us two. I mean us four, you, me, Tom and Will.”

It doesn’t make sense. “I live at your place, of course I’m giving us a chance.”

“Babe, you don’t live at ours, you live with us; it’s your home, too.”

He’s so sweet. “Of course it’s my home,” I smile.

“I can’t really explain right now but you’ll find out soon enough.”

“Okay, I’ll leave it for now, but I want an explanation at some point.”

He grins at me, relieved.

“Let’s see what’s for dessert.” I’m excited to see what the waiter will bring as I’ve never eaten dessert here. I was always too full.

“I chose the dessert because the waiter didn’t have a clue.”

“I know,” I say and somehow this feels like a test. A test for him, and I hope he passes.

I drink my white wine and realize I won’t be able to drive home. While Matt’s had one glass, I’ve polished off most of the bottle.

“Matt, I don’t think I should drive home.”

He grins at me. “I came with a taxi; I can drive your car home,” and he leans into me, “I’m glad you’re sensible enough to not drive drunk.”

I shrug. “I like my car in one piece.”

He strokes a thumb over my lip. “I like you.”

I know. It’s not ‘I love you’ but it’s almost better. Love isn’t possible in five days. Is it?

Our dessert arrives. One cheese platter with Sardinian honey for the two of us.

I stare at the platter, transfixed and then I look up at Matt. “How?”

He understands. “You’re into sweet but given the chance, you’ll go for savory, except at breakfast.”

I lean forward and kiss him on the mouth. My hands frame his face. “Perfect,” I whisper. He pulls me closer and runs his hands down my back.

I drain my glass and Matt orders the check.

“What do you want for the fourth course? I ask.

“For my one genuine win, I want you to make a wish,” he takes my hand, and we leave the restaurant. Matt. Matt is synonymous with perfection.

This night, the sex is gentle. He takes me in his arms and takes his time to discover my body. He kisses my fingers, my knuckles. He kisses my wrist, where my pulse races. He kisses along my arm and licks the soft skin in the crook of my elbow. He kisses further up to my shoulder, continues on to my shoulder blades and over to my other shoulder to kiss my other arm the same way. His hands, his tongue, his lips work in unison to cover my entire body.

He turns me onto my stomach and kisses my back, traces the shape of my tattoo with his tongue, follows the line of my body and down the length of my spine. He reaches my ass and takes his time kissing it before continuing on to my legs. When he reaches the backs of my knees, I twitch, start laughing, and can’t stop. I didn’t even know I was ticklish there. He grins while he keeps licking the same spot until I’m crying with laughter and begging for mercy.

He turns me onto my back, kisses my toes, the arch of my foot, and begins to move up. When he reaches my knee, he strokes the back, and I burst out laughing again. He runs his tongue up my thigh, and I can’t wait for him to kiss my clit, and I shiver with anticipation, but he lifts my other foot and starts again from the bottom. I let out a frustrated sigh making him laugh.

“Babe, I’m not going to see you for a week, I want to remember every inch of you.” He kisses my little toe and begins to suck it.

I cover my face with my hands. “Oh God, Matt, my feet totally stink!”

He smells. “Now that you mention it…”

I push my other foot against his chest and his smile shows his dimples. “Your feet are fine, no smell.”

When he reaches my other thigh, I want him to satisfy me, I want him going in the direction of my clit. Yes, my clit! He separates my legs and I bend them so he presses against my knees to spread them. My pussy is level with his mouth and he licks at my lips. He stares at me and bites his bottom lip. I should feel uncomfortable, but I’m more turned on than ever. He looks at me, full of desire, passion and warmth. I feel like being in a protecting cocoon. This look…this look turns me on so much.

“Oh babe, you’re so turned on, it’s just pouring out of you.”

Yeah, some things don’t need to be said but somehow…and I’m noting this for future reference…I like it. He looks at me as if I were a feast to be devoured and smiles secretly.

And then he starts to lick. The flat of his tongue is pressed against my labia and savours every inch. He kisses me and presses his lips against me, uses his tongue to open my folds and then suck in them. He takes the skin between his teeth and pulls gently. His finger traces the opening of my pussy and then teases the entrance with the tip. I arch against him and try to take more of his finger but he pulls back and I sigh again in frustration.

He won’t let me have what I want and continues in sweet agony. He moves his tongue over my clit very slowly in big circles, barely touching it. This guy is making me crazy. I want him in me, on me!

“Oh God, Matt!” I whisper breathlessly.

“I know, babe, it’s making you crazy,” he murmurs against my pussy. His hot breath makes it all the better.

The circles around my clit become smaller and tighter and then it’s in his mouth. He sucks deeply. I arch again. I want… what do I actually want? I can’t think coherently, I just want to enjoy when I suddenly feel his finger in me. I cry out quietly. This feels so good. Matt is so damn good.

His finger glides into me and then curls to touch my G-spot. I’m wild with desire and throw my head from side to side.

“Matt, Matt!” I want him in me. “Fuck me, now!”

He stays between my legs, but I can feel his smile. His rhythm gets faster as his tongue plays over my clit. An orgasm builds and crashes over me in a second. I can do nothing but scream, scream his name and stutter broken words. He presses his hand against my pussy and moves it up and down, stroking me through my high and bringing me back down to earth.

After putting on a condom, he makes love to me, never taking his eyes off mine. He didn’t put three fingers in my ass, and we didn’t fuck on the dining table, but it’s so damn amazing. He holds me in arms, and he’s in mine, and we enjoy each other, him in me.

We have sex again the following morning, and then it’s time to say goodbye. My heart is heavy, and I find myself wondering again how he’s managed to turn my life upside down within a week. I can’t imagine getting through the next seven days without him. My Matt.

Like every morning, my breakfast is waiting on the table, and he sits with me in the kitchen. His hand plays with my hair and my hand rests on his thigh. Neither of us wants to let go of each other and we’re not ready to go our separate ways.

Will leans against the kitchen counter and drinks his coffee. He watches us and a small smile plays across his lips.

Then it’s time for Matt to go. He kisses me gently and tells me he’ll call me. He gets up, goes to the door but comes back to kiss me hard and passionately. He’s finding it difficult to leave. That kind of makes me happy.

“Have fun with Tom and Will, babe,” he kisses me on the cheek.

“Yeah, thanks.”

He grins. “No, I mean have fun with Tom and Will.” He winks and goes to the door.

“What’s that supposed to mean Matt?”

He laughs and disappears out the door.

“Matt, what do you mean?” But he can’t hear me anymore.

Will puts an arm around my shoulder and kisses me on the forehead. “Thea, I’d like to spend some time with you to get to know you better. Tom is on some construction site and won’t be back until Sunday morning.”

I swallow nervously. Time with Will. Alone.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

I sense his body stiffen. He’s hurt. “Why not?” His voice sounds a little broken.

“I don’t want to hurt Matt,” I whisper.

I feel his hands relax. “You won’t hurt Matt if we spend time together.”

I nod against his chest. “I will. I just don’t know if I have the strength to say ‘no’ to you.”

“Then say ‘yes’ to me.” I can feel his smile.

“I can’t,” I murmur. ‘It would hurt him. We pretty much promised each other we’d be exclusive yesterday.” I feel his sharp intake of breath.

“He said he didn’t want you to sleep with anyone else?” He sounds disbelieving.

I try to extricate myself from his arms but he holds me tightly. “Yeah.”

“What exactly did he say?” he asks me, looking serious, and I wonder at his insistence, don’t understand and try to remember what Matt said if it is so important to him.

“I made a joke about the waiter and after that he said he didn’t want me sleeping with anyone else.”

“Did he really say it like that or did he just not want you sleeping with the waiter?” he asks.

“Hmm, probably more the latter,” I say after thinking about it, and he visibly relaxes. He lifts my chin and looks me in the eyes. “I don’t want you to sleep with the waiter either.”

His look is intense, and my knees go weak. The only reason I’m still standing is that he’s holding me.

“Go out with me tonight, baby.”

Baby. He can’t call me that. It makes me weak…

“I can’t. Not tonight,” I add, even though it goes against my better judgement.

He watches me closely. “Okay, tomorrow then. I’m going to a charity gala, and I’d like you to go with me.”

I should say no, but I can’t. I know it sounds corny, but it’s like he can see into my soul. I can only tell him the truth and the truth is, I want to go out with him.

I nod and he smiles. He kisses me lightly on the lips and lets me go. I almost collapse without his support, and he quickly grabs my arm to keep me from crumpling to the floor. He fishes his credit card out of his wallet.

“My PIN’s 7483. You need an evening dress.”

I ignore the card and look at him critically. “I’ll buy my own dress, thanks.”

He grins. “But you need one with a tag that says Chanel, Dior, Valentino or some other fancy brand.”

I swallow. What the hell am I setting myself up for? “Doesn’t matter.”

He pulls me to his chest. “I don’t want you spending a fortune on something that’s pocket change for me.”

“It doesn’t feel right, Will.”

His eyes twinkle. “Are you going to argue about everything?”

That makes me smile. “Very probably.”

He tips his head. “Perfect.”

His hand is on my behind and pulls me in tightly. “You have such a hot ass, baby.” His other hand is on my breast, and he squeezes short and hard. “And your tits are awesome. I’m not sure I can hold out until tomorrow.”

Did I mention that I melt in his arms?

I don’t know why I find myself saying, “I’ll be home by midnight the latest tonight.”

He glows and knows he has me. “I hope you don’t have to do anything important in the office tomorrow because I’ll be fucking you all night.”

I lick my lips in delicious anticipation. He watches me, presses his lips to mine, pushes his tongue into my mouth, and kisses me passionately. One hand holds my head, and the other is planted on my bottom and pulls me in to him. His cock is hard, and I groan lightly. He interprets it as an invitation to kiss me harder and longer. After a while he let’s go for a moment.

“What are the chances of you going into work later?” he asks.

I kiss his lips, trying to persuade him for more. “Zero.”

“Fuck, that’s what I thought. Baby, we have to stop. If we don’t, I’ll fuck you on this table right now.”

My whole body protests as he moves away from me. He strokes my cheek and kisses me softly on the lips.

“Tonight, I promise.” He reaches under my skirt, grabs my panties, and rips them in two. He pushes them into his pocket and grins.

“A souvenir.” He kisses me hard and whispers, “It’s going to make me crazy, thinking of you not wearing panties today.” With that, he slaps my hiney, grabs his keys, and heads out of the door. I sink down on to a stool, lay my head on the table and take a deep breath.
What the hell is going on, Thea?

I make it to the office just in time. More chaos has broken out at work, thank God, so I don’t have time to think about Will. Or Matt. Or what will happen if I sleep with Will even though I’m with Matt. At some point during the day, I notice I have two text messages. One from Matt and one from Will.

Matt’s says:

Hey, Babe. Miss you already. Call me Saturday for hot phone sex. x M.

My Matt. The guy I’m going to cheat on. Shit.

I miss you too. Come home!!

I then read Will’s message:

My cock is still hard. What have you done to me? X

I grin. Sweet justice. I’m still wet and without underwear.

I’m not wearing any panties.

Two seconds later he texts back:

Fuck, Thea, if you say stuff like that, you better come back on your lunch break and suck my cock.

I giggle quietly and think about what answer I should write.

No time for a lunch break. But tonight I’m taking your cock deep in my mouth, licking your balls and swallowing your cum.

I’m just imagining Will’s reaction, when a voice comes over my intercom.

“William King for you, Thea.”

I jump in shock as Will marches through the door. My gaze falls to his crotch, and the fabric is stretched tight.

He closes the door, and I press the intercom. “I don’t want to be disturbed. No calls, no visitors, nothing.”

“Got it, Thea.”

Will comes to me, and I fall to my knees.

He grins. “Good girl.” I hate that phrase, but let it pass for now.

He frees his cock from his trousers, holds his erection and touches the head to my bottom lip. “Open wide, baby, and suck it good.”

I nod, lick my bottom lip, look up at him, and take him deep in my mouth.

“Fuck, Thea, that’s so hot. Deeper, baby,” he groans and his hands grip my head.

I know he wants to fuck my mouth, but he’s holding back, so I move my lips up and down. As my hands go to grip his base he moves them to his ass.

“No hands, baby. Take all my cock in you.”

Easier said than done. Matt’s cock is big, but Will’s is even longer and thicker. I have to open really wide to get him in. I try to get more but he just doesn’t fit.

“All of it, baby.” He grabs fistfuls of hair.

I remember Josh’s words: swallowing. I take him as deep as I can and then carefully swallow. Bit by bit, I take more.

He groans loudly. “Yeah, baby, that’s right. Just a bit more, and it’s all in.”

I keep swallowing and suddenly I feel his balls on my chin. He begins to thrust carefully.

“That’s so fucking hot, baby.” He thrusts faster.

I dig my nails into his ass, try to keep my throat relaxed, and breathe through my nose. His rhythm builds, and it’s not long before he begins to jerk.

“Swallow it all, baby. Don’t waste any.” He groans as he stops, still deep in me. I feel his warm cum run down my throat. He holds my head in position, thrusts gently to force out the last dregs. He then pulls out carefully and I gasp for breath.

He strokes my head as I get my breath back.

“Awesome, Thea. Up until now, I’ve never had a woman take all of me in her mouth.”

I want to stand up, but he pushes me back down. “Back down, baby, you still have to lick my balls.”

He opens my blouse, pulls down the cups of my bra and flicks my nipples. A sweet pain runs through me. He grips his cock, which is still hard, and pushes it against my mouth, and I take him deep again. After some swallowing he says: “Balls, baby, take my balls in your mouth.”

I let his cock slip out of my mouth and kiss the length until I come to his sack. Carefully, I suck it, kiss it, and lick the length of it. At last I take his balls in my mouth, my tongue playing with them softly. My tongue traces the seam and Will shudders.

He pulls my hair and guides my mouth back to his cock. “Like before, baby. Deep and swallow.”

I put his cock back in my mouth and let him thrust into me, my lips locked around him.

“Fuck, Thea, I’ve never had such a hot mouth fuck,” he groans as he pushes in me.

He comes quickly again and his cum runs down my throat. There’s still cum on his cock as he pulls out, and I lick it off.

I stand up, adjust my bra and blouse, and lick my lips suggestively.

“Careful, Thea, you’re asking for a hard quickie.” He pulls me to him, running his hands over my back, before he grabs my ass and holds tightly. His face is buried in my neck, and he licks my skin. I moan quietly.

He pushes a hand under my skirt, and his fingers stroke my pussy.

“Shit, you’re wet.” He kisses me hard and forcefully. “I wanted to wait until tonight to put my cock in you but say the word and I’ll give it to you now.”

I swallow. “I…”

My intercom crackles. “Thea, your one o’clock is here.”

“Fuck…”

Will laughs quietly. “Tonight then.”

He kisses me again, biting my bottom lip and goes to the door.

“Take a moment to relax, baby. You’ve got that just-been-fucked look.” He laughs as he leaves. Asshole. I run my hands through my hair, clean up my smeared lipstick, and have my next appointment.

I get to Amelie at eight o’clock. Sam and I have spontaneously changed our plans, and she’s already waiting when I get there.

“Okay, spill.” She’s like a dog with a bone.

I start with the dance night, tell her about our first night, the Sunday we spent in bed together. About the sex in the evening and in the morning, the date the night before, and she’s glued to every word I say about my beginning relationship with Matt.

“Somehow something strange has happened,” I say, and she’s riveted.

“Don’t drag it out, Bennet.”

“Fine, so on Tuesday I cooked for everyone. Will was already home when I was in the kitchen, and he kissed me.”

Sam’s eyes go wide. “No!”

“Yes and when Matt came home he kissed me, we started fooling around while Will was still standing there.”

“No!”

“Yeah, and while Matt was stroking my pussy, Will was stroking my ass.”

“No!”

“Yeah, Sam. And when Matt stuck his finger in my pussy, Will stuck his finger in the back door, and they both finger fucked me.’

Sam is grinning from ear to ear. “Seriously? I mean, wow. I don’t know what to say.”

“There’s more, Sam.”

“Okay, okay, keep going.”

“Will, tried with me again yesterday, but I turned him down. And Matt said he’d be really glad if I made the effort to get to know his friends better and spent more time with them. And I should take advantage of the time he’s away. When he left, he told me to have fun with Tom and Will, and it was very clear what he meant.”