Free She flies with her own wings by Annie Stone

is almost black and spectacular, and it tastes of berries and chocolate. It goes so well with the tuna and peppercorns.
    The boys are delighted with the food; I’m delighted with Will’s choice of wine, and Will…and Matt.
    Will holds his glass to mine. “We’re the perfect team, Thea,” and I clink my glass to his and think, ‘we could have been.’
    “You weren’t kidding when you said you could cook, Thea,” Tom grins. “I made a good choice in you.” He winks.
    As I can’t bring myself to look either Matt or Will in the eye, I chat most of the time with Tom, and it’s not difficult; he’s the joker.
    I love funny men. Hot funny men are even better, and Tom looks good enough to eat, with his blond hair and green eyes. I’m inwardly crushing on him like a hormonal teenager. I shake my head, geez, Thea, all three ? If you can’t have Will because you don’t want to hurt Matt then you definitely can’t have Tom, end of story. But it’s not that easy. These boys exude something that turns me on. I want them all. Fate chose Matt, and he’s a great choice, but the others would have been equally great.
    As the alcohol flows, it becomes easier to talk to and look at Matt and Will, and I’m still surprised at how comfortable I feel around them. It feels like I’ve known them for forever.
     
    Later, Matt takes my hand and leads me into his room. He kisses me urgently and passionately and burns all traces of Will’s kiss away. He takes off my shirt and bra, lays his hands on my shoulders, and pushes me gently down to my knees. His erection presses against the material of his trousers at eye level. I stroke gently with my fingers and hear purring from deep inside his chest.
    I massage his cock in his trousers, and it gets harder. My eyes don’t leave his for a moment. I pop his button open, before I take his zipper between my teeth. I move my head lower and hear the sound of his opening pants and his gasps. His eyes darken, his eyelids grow heavy, and I’m caught in his chocolate gaze.
    I pull down his trousers so that he stands before me in his black underwear. I lick the outline of his cock and watch him bristle with excitement. He wants his cock in my mouth. Wants to fuck my mouth, but he’s controlling himself and lets me take my time to explore. I rub him slowly with my fingers. I slip my hands under the band of his underwear and let them roam over his hard ass.
    Another purr, and I know his patience is running out. I release his cock, grip the base, and take his head in my mouth, licking him like a lollipop. I remember Josh’s advice: a wet blowjob is a good one, and I let my saliva run over his cock.
    His eyes continue to bore into me, and I see every emotion. He’s hot for me. So hot. I slowly close my mouth over him and begin to move up and down.
    “God yeah, babe, take me deeper,” he orders, and I do it.
    “So fucking hot. There’s no better view than your mouth around my cock.”
    With my hand at the base, I go up and down. My other hand fondles his balls gently in my palm. He groans, and suddenly his hands are around my head. He doesn’t grip; he runs his hands over my head slowly.
    My mouth lets go of his penis.
    “Put it back…” he starts to say, but he groans loudly when I begin to suck on his balls. I hold his cock and lick and suck.
    “Yeah, babe, don’t stop, that’s so fucking hot,” and I start to hum.
    “Fuck, babe, put my cock back in your mouth, I’m so close.”
    I move my mouth to his cock and start to suck. My lips ride down his shaft; my tongue runs over his head, both my hands on the base.
    “Deeper, babe, all of it.”
    I move my hands around to his ass and press into the muscles as I take him deeper into my mouth. All of it isn’t possible; he’s too big.
    “All of it, babe, it’ll fit.”
    I relax my throat and try taking him deeper, and as he feels it, he begins to tighten his grip.  He starts to thrust and suddenly all of him is in my mouth. I hadn’t