She flies with her own wings (9 page)

Sam sits back with an open mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this speechless.

“And then I asked Matt what he meant, and he just left, laughing. After that, Will asked me out on a date. We’re going to some charity thing. After that, we kind of kissed and agreed to sleep with each other tonight.”

“Holy crap, Thea.”

“Yeah, I know. We were sending suggestive texts at lunchtime and next thing I know he’s in my office and I went down on him twice. Or rather he fucked my mouth twice.”

“Slut,” she laughs.

I cover my face with my hands. “I know, right.”

She holds my hands. “Hey, I was just kidding. You’re not a slut.” She seems to ponder her next words. “Well you know I’ve done some pretty wild stuff, so I am not one to judge. All that’s important for me is that you are having a good time, and that you want to do it. It’s not like you’re going to marry them both. It’s okay to have some fun without any strings attached, babe. Even with two guys.”

“Easier said than done, Sam. I feel horrible about Matt. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Sugar, it sounds to me like Matt wants you to sleep with his friends.”

I shake my head. “No way, Sam. He was very clear when he said he didn’t want me sleeping with other guys.” I cover my face again. “Oh God, I’m such a harlot, a heartless one at that.”

“Thea, stop this. You’re young and both these hot guys want you. Enjoy the attention. They might even want a threesome with you.” She winks at me.

“You’re killing me here, Sam. I like Matt. A lot. I don’t want to lose him. He’s the first guy where everything just fits. It’s like every guy up until him was just practice.”

She looks at me seriously. “And what about Will?”

“I like Will. Also a lot. Oh God, I want him so much that my ovaries hurt.”

She laughs. “Baby, it’s okay. It’s okay not to know the answer to everything, and it’s okay to fuck up once in a while. I personally think—I’ve only met them briefly—that they’re working up to a threesome. That explains that little scene in the kitchen. Matt knew Will was touching you. It’s impossible to think he didn’t know.”

“You think?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“I really want to believe you, really.”

“Okay, something else to think about: This whole anal thing? The two of them are getting you ready for an ass fuck so that one can take you from the front and the other from behind, I swear that’s why Matt’s so fixed on you letting him in your ass.”

“Oh God, Sam, what should I do?”

“Fuck Will.”

“And the anal thing?”

“Let’s call Josh, so he can give us the lowdown on anal.”

Josh turns up thirty minutes later. Sam’s tried to calm me down by telling me that everything’s okay, and that I’m young and allowed to be wild.

“Josh, Thea needs anal advice,” Sam says instead of a normal greeting.

He grins at me. “Matt wants in your ass?”

I nod. “Definitely.”

He looks at me, concerned. “And you? Do you want it, too?”

“Kind of, yeah. I’ve been anally fingered twice, and it was really hot.” I look at him uncertainly.

He nods. “It is really hot. Have you ever had anal sex?”

“No.”

“An ass-virgin. So cute,” he jokes, but I kind of need him to focus right now, as I am really not sure, how to think about everything.

“Focus, Josh.”

“Okay, what do you want to know?”

“Hmm, does it hurt?”

“You’re kidding right?” he laughs. “It can be uncomfortable at first, but if he’s careful, it shouldn’t be a problem, and it sounds like he’s getting you ready for it. Just don’t let him ram it in.”

“Matt’s cock is really big, Josh.”

“How big?”

I raise my hands and show him.

“Shit, that’s big,” he says. Yep, I know, but thanks for the conformation.

“And Will’s is even bigger,” Sam interjects.

Josh looks at her irritably. “How do you know how big Will’s cock is?”

Sam looks at me. “She told me.”

And he looks back at me. “And how do you know this, young lady?”

I fidget uncomfortably. “Um, well, I might have, kind of given Will a blowjob on my lunch break.”

“More like you gave him a mouth fuck,” Sam cuts in helpfully. Or not.

Josh’s smile widens from ear to ear. “My little harlot finally gave a mouth fuck.”

I’m suddenly shy. “Well, they both did it. Matt and Will.”

“Both together?” Josh is incredulous.

“No, God no! I...um, did Will for the first time today.”

“Actually she…” Sam says, and I cut her off.

“Put a sock in it, Sam!”

“So, McHot and McHotter are both into you, both want to fuck you, and you want to please them both so are you going to let them fuck you in the ass?” He grins at me. “You do realize what this sounds like?” Josh says, and I shake my head.

“It sounds like you’ve got a threesome to look forward to.”

“That’s what I said!” Sam says.

I ignore her. “How can you be sure?” I ask him.

“You’ve barely been together a week with Matt, and he’s already talking seriously about anal. I mean, with us it’s kind of normal, but I got the impression with you heteros it’s a trust issue, normally only done with someone you really love. Either this guy is totally into anal or he wants someone to do you from the front and behind.”

“You’re both crazy. Are there any rules, Josh?”

“Yeah, I’d say there’re three: you have to want it, use lots of lube, and do it slowly.”

“Okay, how much lube are we talking here?”

“A lot. Oh and it should be silicon-based, it lasts longer.”

“Okay, now about cock size…”

“Don’t worry about that, sugar. Relax, enjoy, and let yourself get super turned on.”

I let myself into the apartment around 11.30 and meet Will in the corridor.

“Hi baby,” he says, taking me in his arms and kissing me.

I’m a little reserved to start but can’t resist him for long. He pushes a hand under my skirt and strokes my pussy.

“Have you been wet all day or has this just happened?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

He strokes my cheek and looks me deeply in the eyes. “That’s great to hear, baby.”

He pushes me up against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He rips my blouse open.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since that day you moved in.” My bra flies off, and he starts fondling my breasts.

“Awesome tits, baby.” His mouth clamps on a nipple and sucks and bites. I scream out and arch against him, gripping his shoulders. He changes nipples, sucking and biting hard on the other.

“Oh God, Will!” I moan and he grins.

“I’ve wanted you to scream for me since I heard you screaming for Matt. Scream loud; it makes me harder.”

He carries me to his room and lays me on the bed. Then he turns me over, pulls up my hips, my head on the mattress. He pushes my skirt up around my waist. One hand is on my ass, and he does something I can’t see, and suddenly he rams into me. I scream loudly, surprised and turned on by this wonderful feeling of being so full. He doesn’t give me any time to recover but starts pounding me hard and with every thrust I scream. I push my hips back to match him, thrust for thrust.

I hear his breathing quicken, his fingers clamped onto my skin becoming wet with sweat. He groans with every push, and it undoes me. My orgasm builds at a breakneck speed.

“Will, I’m going to come!” I scream.

“No! Hold it back,” he orders.

“I can’t! You’re fucking me too hard,” I pant.

“Try, Theodora,” he purrs, and I focus on not coming, every part of my body stretched to splitting when I suddenly feel his finger on my clit.

“Don’t come,” he orders again.

“Will, don’t. I can’t…” but he’s not listening. I’m on the edge of the mother of all orgasms and not allowed to do anything about it. The strain of controlling my orgasm begins to make my body tremble. His hand grabs a breast and pinches my nipple.

“Don’t come.” I gasp for air. It’s too much, too intense. His cock in me, one hand on my clit, the other on my nipple, that’s just too much. I
need
to come.

“Oh God, Will, Will.” My fingers claw at the sheets.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re doing great.” His voice is strained.

“I can’t anymore,” I breathe.

“Yes, you can. Hold on.” I tense every muscle, and the muscles in my pussy clamp around his cock.

“Yeah, baby, tighten your pussy on my cock,” he groans, and he slams into me harder. “Push your ass against me, take my thrusts.”

I do it, and he rams deeper into me. I’m no longer thinking straight, but one thought gets through: A threesome with Matt and Will would kill me.

My orgasm is just waiting to break over me, and I feel Will begin to jerk.

“I’m coming now, Baby. Don’t come.”

What? He can come, and I can’t?

One more powerful thrust, and he stops, still deep in me. He comes into the condom and then pulls out of me. He pulls it off, ties a knot in it and drops it to the floor. He lies down next to me, props himself up on his elbows and begins to stroke my back.

I’m frustrated and close to tears. I try to hide my feelings and turn my head away from him as I hear his low laugh. How can he laugh about this? I’ve let him come three times today and I’ve not come once.

I crawl to the edge of the bed and want to go back to my room. This is not how I imagined sex with him would be. I thought he’d be more like Matt, more interested in my pleasure than his own. Instead he’s just an egotist, only interested in getting his rocks off, and I risked hurting Matt for this?

Suddenly I feel his hand on my arm. “Not so fast, Baby. You’re not leaving this bed yet and definitely not that frustrated.”

“That’s your fault,” I say and tears brim in my eyes.

He pulls me to his chest and holds me tightly. I try to disentangle myself, but he holds on. He wraps his legs around mine, and I’m completely trapped.

“Baby, calm down. You will come. I promise you that. You’ll have the longest, hardest, best orgasm you’ve ever had, but we need to build up to it some. And that means some frustration, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”

He kisses away my tears, rocks me in his arms, and I begin calming down, slowly. He turns me so that he’s lying on top of me.

“Everything okay again, baby?” I nod, but I am not completely convinced.

“Trust me, I won’t keep it from you. You will come, and it’ll be an explosion.”

He kisses me on the mouth, soft and caressing. I open my mouth, and his tongue explores mine, slowly and leisurely. His kisses wander to my neck and lick the soft skin. He kisses my earlobe and makes his way down to my collarbone, his fingers running up and down.

He takes a breast in his hand. “These really are amazing, baby.” He grins and kisses me on the tip of my nose. “Hmm, you taste really good and your tattoo is so sexy.” I realize then that he’s fully clothed.

“Take your clothes off, Will, I want to look at you.” He grins and obeys. Slowly and seductively, he pulls his T-shirt off and over his head and his tattoo is just as hot as Matt’s. It covers his left side completely: arm, chest, stomach, shoulder, and back. It’s a tribal and made up of different lines, shapes and patterns. I lift a hand and trace the lines. His chest muscles are defined, with a washboard wonder. He’s not as built as Matt, but he has the long, toned muscles of an athlete. On the inside of a wrist, there’s a small tattoo of the initial ‘S’ and a star. I touch it and ask, “Who’s ‘S’?”

His swallow is barely noticeable. “Sarah. My first girlfriend.”

Oh. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He laughs quietly. “No, baby, definitely not. It was a very long time ago and doesn’t mean a thing anymore.”

“But the tat is still there.”

“Yeah, and it’s staying as a reminder that relationships need work and shouldn’t be taken for granted.”

“Can I ask another question?” I don’t want to annoy him.

“Of course, baby. You can always ask me anything.”

“Who took whom for granted?”

“She took me for granted.” He swallows again, and I sit up to put my arms around him. His arms go around me and we hold each other tightly.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

He kisses me on the shoulder. “It’s okay, we were together for a year when I was 17. It was a long time ago.”

“Even so,” I say. “I don’t like the idea of someone hurting you.” And he pulls me to his chest even tighter.

“It’s fine, baby. There’s only one person who could hurt me.” He lets go to look in my eyes and I swallow barely. I have the feeling he’s talking about me, but how’s that even possible?

“Have you had a lot of girlfriends since then?” I ask to relieve the tension, and he grins at me.