#23 Maybe this was a mistake
“Yeah, it sure was, baby,” Michel agrees, kissing my neck while his fingers find my clit again. Even though I came just a few moments ago, my body immediately responds to his touch. My eyes lock with Thomas’ steady gaze, and I moan at the lust I see in them.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever experience something like this. It’s way hotter than anything I ever imagined. Michel holds me firmly against his chest, his fingers working me fast and effective, his hot breath in my ear.
“You’re all mine,” he whispers so softly that Thomas can’t possibly hear. “Look at him, Tracy, completely under your spell. Look at him grow hard for you. If you keep being a good girl for me, I will ask him to come back and join us again. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I cry out, so close to the edge that I can feel my muscles starting to spasm already. “Yes, I do.”
“Such a good girl,” he grunts, nipping at my earlobe while I keep my eyes trained on Thomas, who is indeed growing hard again, watching Michel get me off. “You like it when we fuck you together, don’t you, baby?” Michel murmurs, kissing my neck almost tenderly. “Now come for me, baby. Show him how hot I can get you with nothing but my voice and my fingers. Show him that you belong to me.”
I shudder when he pushes two fingers into my pussy and pinches my clit at the same time. My walls clench around him so hard it’s almost painful, and then I’m coming, my eyes still wide open and trained on Thomas, who is touching himself right now, running his hand over his shaft.
“Thom,” I moan while I’m coming down from the high Michel just gave me.
“Tracy,” he grunts, looking at me through the curtain of his wild blonde hair that is all over the place right now. “You look so fucking hot, baby.”
“Hmm,” Michel murmurs in agreement, lifting me from his lap and grabbing my dress from the desk where he left it, holding it up so I can slip back into it. He stands up and grabs Thomas’ clothes, throwing them at him with a wink. “Time to say goodbye,” he decides.
Thomas gets dressed in a haze, looking like he’s not sure if this truly happened. I know exactly how he feels. I, too, feel like I’m dreaming. A fucking hot wet dream, but still, a dream. Michel pulls on his pants as well and steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, his chin on top of my head. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed now that it’s over, and I lean against him for support.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs, sounding so sweet that I all but melt.
“Well, erm… I guess I’ll go,” Thomas says, cleaning his throat awkwardly.
“How about you come to dinner at our place next weekend?” Michel says like he’s just a friend coming over to enjoy Michel’s excellent cooking skills. “I’m sure Tracy would like that.”
“Yeah, sure,” Thomas says, looking at me with a searching gaze. “I’ll see you at the gym for our boxing sessions this week, right?”
“Right,” I agree, nodding. “Erm… thanks.”
Then, finally, a smile breaks across Thomas’ face. “Well, this is fucking awkward. Let’s just cut to the chase. That was weird, but also extremely hot, and we obviously all want to try this again, so… yeah, I’ll come over for dinner next week. As long as you still feel up to it, Tracy. We’ll talk more soon, at the gym, okay?”
I grin at him, my boldness return under his gaze. “Yeah, sure. And after, I will kick your butt.”
“Please, I’d like to see you try,” he retorts, winking. “Even with Dylan helping you, you’re no match for me, babe. Okay, I’m off. I think I’m gonna meet up with my friends in the club if they’re still there. Bye guys.” He holds up his hand an awkward wave that makes both of us crack up.
“Bye,” Michel chimes in, his voice deep. “See you next weekend.”
Then it’s just the two of us, and I turn around in Michel’s warm embrace. He’s still shirtless, and I run my hands over his chest, enjoying how smooth his skin is under my fingertips.
“Thank you,” I tell him, looking up into his warm brown eyes. “That was… wow.” I’m not exaggerating. I don’t have the words for what just happened. I can still taste Thomas on my tongue, and my pussy is sore from how hard Michel took me, which assures me that this was all very real. Not a dream, but reality.
“Trust me, I was into it too,” he says, chuckling. “It’s surprisingly hot to let someone else have you, as long as I feel like I’m in charge. It’s almost like I can decide who gets to have you, and when, and how. I like being in control.”
I laugh at the low grunt in his voice. “I know, baby, you’ve always been that way.”
“You never allowed me too, though,” he says, frowning a little. “When we were together before, all those times, five years… Never did you let on that you wanted to do this for real, or that you liked me to take you as hard as I do now. To call you all kinds of names and take completely control of you. You used to flinch away from that.”
“I know.” I can’t explain exactly what changed. I’ve always like to watch others be fucked like this on the screen of my laptop, safely tucked into bed, with no one to judge me or control me. Michel treating me like that is something I always liked, but I usually took the reigns back after a while, not giving into him the way I have been the past couple of weeks. It’s like I don’t know how to stop anymore, don’t know how to take control back.
I don’t even know if I want to be in charge anymore. It’s so easy and hot to let him have his way with me and give me immeasurable pleasure while he does.
“What do you want to do next weekend?” Michel asks, taking my face in his hand and running his thumbs over my cheeks.
I shrug. “This was pretty great already.” I know what I want, but I also know he’s not going to agree to fucking my ass while Thomas conquers my pussy. It’s too soon. But maybe one day…
“I’ve got some ideas,” Michel says, looking like the thought alone is enough to get him right back in the mood. “As long as I know for sure that you’re my girl, and that he’s only the extra guy to give both of us our fantasy, I’m good with doing this as often as you’d like to.”
“I like the sound of that.” I sink down onto my knees and pull his pants back down, groaning when I see he didn’t put his boxershorts back on. I take him into my mouth, and when I realize he still tastes like me, I moan around him. Fuck, I want him again, even though I’m still sore.
He grabs the back of my head and holds me still, trusting into me at a fast pace. I grab the base of his cock so he can’t go too deep and use my other hand to play with his balls. About a minute later, he grunts and fills my mouth with his cum, replacing the taste of Thomas on my tongue. When he’s done and I’ve licked him clean, he gets dressed and kisses me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and squeezing my ass.
“Let’s go home,” he says, straightening my dress for me before leading me out of his office, through the kitchen where he grabs us some fries for the road, and then out the door and into the uber waiting for us. “My dirty little girl,” he says in a soft voice when I slide into the seat next to him. His hand is tween my thighs, on top of my dress, and he rubs me through the thin fabric. “You did good tonight, baby. I love you.”
“Love you too,” I murmur, letting my head fall against his shoulder, my eyes closing. I’m so tired right now, and I slowly drift off. Michel wakes me up when we’re home, and he carries me to the bedroom where he tucks me in with the utmost care.
Delilah rushes into the room where I am carefully examining a cat’s pregnant tummy to see if her kittens are alright.
“Okay, talk to me,” she orders, her eyes wide. “Because I’ve been dying to know how the threesome went, and you didn’t pick up your phone yesterday!”
I laugh and wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Wouldn’t you like to know…”
“Hell yeah I do, that’s why I’m asking!” she insists, almost jumping out of her skin. “Was it good?”
“It was so good that we’re doing it again this weekend,” I tell her, smiling at her gasp. “I honestly don’t even know what to say. It was so hot. Michel knows exactly how to get me off, and so does Thomas, so it was… I don’t know, just really fucking sexy. I felt like a goddess and dirty little slut all at once.”
“Hmm,” Delilah murmurs, closing her eyes with a small smile. “That sounds amazing. Fucking hell, I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be, I’m sore as fuck right now,” I tell her, wincing a little as I get up from the chair I was on and usher the pregnant cat back into its carrier.
“Oh my God, did they fuck you… you know… both ways? Down there?” that last past is said in a stage whisper, and Delilah’s eyes are almost popping out of her head.
“No, Michel and I just had a very intense Sunday afternoon,” I explain. We spent most of yesterday in bed together, fucking in every single position we could think of, replaying what happened the night before. I’m a little hungover right now since we drank a lot of champagne in between, and the booze loosened me up so much that I even let him jizz all over me, even though that’s not something I usually like. It was an amazing weekend, but I’m almost glad to be back at work today, because I swear, I’ve never felt this… sensitive. Uncomfortable. Sore.
Delilah asks some more questions, but eventually she heads out with the cat carrier, and I walk into the waiting room a few minutes later to see if there are any walk-ins during the hour a day we reserve for that. To my utter and complete surprise, I see a pair of bright blue eyes gazing up at me, a cute furry cat in the guy’s arms.
“Thomas,” I say, smiling a little shyly. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he says, getting up from his chair and scratching General Fluffington behind his ears to keep him purring. “Is this a bad time?”
“No, not at all, do you want me to do a check-up for The General?”
He follows me into the examination room and sits down in an empty chair. “Actually… Fluffy is fine. Nothing to check up on. I’m using him as an excuse to see you, since I can’t exactly get you alone in the gym tonight, and I really need to talk to you.”
I sit down across from him, frowning. “What do you mean?” I search his face and realize he looks a little worn. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just… I feel like I need to check up on you, I guess.” He winces and his blue eyes are utterly serious as they bore into mine. “I know you don’t want me to do that. You’re all strong and independent and shit, but something about the other night didn’t sit well with me, and I needed to make sure you were okay, but you didn’t pick up your phone yesterday.”
“Yeah, sorry,” I say, taken-aback by this turn of events. I thought he was into the threesome, but apparently not? Why did he agree to doing it again this weekend If he didn’t like it? “My phone was in the living room and we were… not.”
“Ah,” Thomas says, nodding. “Yeah, I should have figured. You and Michel are still good then, I gather?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” I ask, getting more and more confused. Did he think I was going to dump Michel and run off into the sunset with him or something? I didn’t even know he wanted that, to be honest. Why would I break up with Michel after such an amazing experience that he allowed to have?
“Okay,” Thomas says, leaning back in the chair and petting The General, remaining silent for a moment. “I guess I misread things then. I felt really bad about leaving you there with him. I was drunk, and so were you, and I didn’t really start to think about everything that was said and done until I got home and slept off my hangover.”
“What was there to think about?” I ask, worrying about him now. “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable? Did I force you into this, Thom?” I reach out and take his hand into mine. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I thought-”
“No no, this isn’t about me,” he assures me, smiling a little now. “Trust me, if I hadn’t wanted to participate, I would have walked out. I guess I just didn’t like the way he talked to you. Or rather… about you, since he didn’t really talk to you, did he?”
“What do you mean?” I think back to what Michel said that night, but I can’t see anything that would be cause for concern. Just regular dirty talk.
“He called you a whore,” Thomas says, anger flashing in his eyes. “And an insatiable slut.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s just something he says to get me hot,” I explain with a shrug. “No big deal.”
“I didn’t like it.” He’s looking like he wants to punch a wall. “And I wanted to make sure you know that you’re not, you know. You’re not a whore, or a slut, or whatever he called you that night or any night you’re with him, really. He kept saying things like that he could take you whenever and however he wants, and he called you his good girl the whole time… I don’t know, Tracy, it just felt… icky. Like he thinks he owns you or something. Like he thinks he can make you do whatever the fuck he wants. You’re different when you’re with him too. More submissive, subdued, less vocal about what you want. There was no… joy.”
“Joy?” I repeat, not sure what he’s getting at. “It was sex, Thom, not a comedy show.”
He chuckles. “See, that’s the Tracy I like so much. Spunky, sarcastic, dark as fuck. We always laugh when we’re together, even when we have sex. Like when you lick my hand when I try to stop you from screaming so loud you wake up the neighbors. Or when you make a joke about how cocky I am. With Michel you were all… I don’t know, Tracy. You were different.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve never seen me with him before,” I bite out, not liking what he’s implying. “You don’t know shit about my relationship, Thomas. Look, I’m sorry if you didn’t enjoy the whole thing the way you thought you would. You don’t have to come over this weekend if you’re not up for it. Michel has a friend who might be interested, so we can just ask him instead. We can go back to being friends who kick each other’s ass in the gym.”
“You’re going to have another threesome whether I’m game or not?” he asks, his eyes searching my face.
I shrug. “Yeah, why not? It was hot. Michel and I are both into it. There’s a lot we haven’t tried yet, and Michel is okay with allowing me to experience all those things I’ve fantasized about for so long now.”
Thomas grunts and shakes his head. “That’s exactly what I mean, babe. Why do you say he allows you to do something? You’re your own person, and a fucking strong one at that. You decide what you do and what you don’t do. Only you. He’s got fuck all to say about it.”
Doe she seriously think I need protecting? Against Michel, no less, my boyfriend? Who I love and who has been nothing but patient and sweet to me since we met sex years ago? Who the fuck does Thom think he is?
“Maybe this was a mistake,” I decide, keeping my voice level. “When Michel suggested you should be the one to join us, I was happy about it, but maybe it was stupid to think that we could do this, considering our past. Just to ease your mind, Michel is the perfect gentleman outside of the bedroom, and when he turns on the dirty talk and calls me a slut, it’s because I like that, and he knows it. You know how hard it is to get me off, and he does whatever he needs to, making sure I’m satisfied.”
“Hmm.” Thomas lets The General jump off his lap, and the cat wanders around the room leaving me and his owner in a staring match. “I got you off too,” Thomas says in a deep, seductive voice. “And I never once called you dirty, or filthy, and definitely not a slut or a whore.”
“You called me a slut on our first date,” I remind him, getting more and more annoyed with each word he utters.
“Tracy…” He sighs. “That was a joke. You said you were a slutty angel, remember? I don’t know how that conversation went exactly, but I know for a fact that I wasn’t seriously calling you a slut, and you didn’t take it that way either. You never take my shit seriously, as you very well shouldn’t. If you say that Michel calling you all those things is something you want and like, then okay, that’s fine by me. I just wanted to make sure you were alright, because I don’t like it when a man treats his girlfriend like he owns her. You’re his equal, his companion, not his whore, and he should treat you the way you deserve to. I didn’t like that kept talking about you to me like he wanted me to know that you’re his to use and not mine. I already know you’re not mine. Even if you would be my girlfriend, which you obviously aren’t, you’d still be your own person.” He’s rambling now, but he doesn’t seem to know how to stop. “I think there are ways to get you off without calling you names. Did you like the things I said to you while we were getting it on the other night?”
“Yeah…” I admit, not sure what he’s getting at. “You know you always get me hot, Thom.”
A small smirk light up his serious expression for a moment. “Good to know. What I’m trying to say is that… Well, think about it, Tracy. What did I say while Michel and I were fucking you together?”
I shudder, aroused even though I don’t want to be. “You told me what you wanted to do to me and asked me if it was everything I imagined it would be.”
“Exactly.” He gives me a knowing look. “I was actually talking to you, not about you. And I asked you if you liked what we were doing, to make sure you were into it. I was fucking drunk that night, Tracy. And still, I took the time to make sure that you were one hundred percent okay everything I was doing. I told you what I wanted to do to you to get you hot, and I didn’t just do it without asking first, like Michel seems to think he can do.”
Ah. There it is again. Putting Michel down. Is he jealous of him? Is that what this is? “Look, Michel has known me for six years. He knows what I like, he knows my body. He has never once done something I don’t like.”
“Okay, good, because I would fuck him up if he had,” Thomas grunts, looking like he wants to punch a wall. “All I’m saying is that I want you to make sure he respects your boundaries. Sometimes you can be into something at first, and then later regret doing it. If he doesn’t give you the time to process things, he might end up doing something you don’t want him to. I guess I’m here to make sure he hasn’t already done that, and to tell you that if he ever does, you should confront him and not think that he gets to do that just because he allowing you to act out your fantasies. You deserve better than that.”
We start at each other for a while, and The General rubs against my leg like he wants to make sure we don’t forget he’s here. I pick him up and stroke his thick fur. Thomas’ eyes soften and he glances at his cat with a smile. I don’t know what to make of this. I honestly don’t know why Thomas would think Michel is anything but good to me. In a way, it’s sweet that he wants to look out for me, but it’s also annoying. Like he said, I’m strong. Resilient. I don’t take crap from man. Or from anyone, for that matter. I’m my own person and it took me a fucking long time to open up to Michel enough to have a real relationship. And now I’m finally okay with letting him in, and Thomas is telling me that I’m letting him dominate me or something?
What the actual fuck?
“I’m still in, by the way,” he says, taking me off guard. “This weekend. If you’ll still have me.”
“Sure,” I say, blinking in surprise. “If you still want to, that is, because you don’t sound like you like Michel very much.”
“I don’t, but I like you, and like I said… it was way hotter than I thought it would be. I’m sure Michel isn’t my biggest fan either, but that doesn’t mean we’re not both interested in sharing you again.” His eyes darken a shade, and he picks The General off my lap when he stands up, looking down on me with hunger in his eyes. “I’ll see you tonight at the gym, okay? Aston and Dylan are coming too, so it’ll be intense and sweaty.” He winks, lightening the mood. “Guess we’re used to that, though.”
I smile hesitantly. “Yeah, I guess.”
Thomas leaves me alone in the room, humming a song to his cat.
This was one weird-ass conversation. I’m not sure what to make of it.
One thing takes me off guard more than anything else. Thomas feels protective of me. And I have to admit… it’s nice. It annoys me, and I don’t need him to feel like that, but I do like it. It gives me this stupid fuzzy feeling deep in my belly, and it has nothing to you with sex or threesomes or anything like that. What the fuck am I supposed to make of that?