My breath quickened in my throat and I could feel my chest tighten. I forced my hands to stay rested on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat right under my palm increasing, just as mine was.
“You can’t force me,” I barely whispered, still fighting the passion that was overwhelming me.
“I don’t have to. I can smell you getting excited, Sheryl.”
I hated that he knew my body. I hated my body for being so affected by him and I was ashamed that I couldn’t stop myself.
Theo’s kisses became more ardent on my neck. He went lower, where my shirt was now fully open and my breasts exposed; an open playground for his tongue and teeth to play upon.
I was no longer relaxed as I relished feeling and seeing his mouth envelope each nipple, giving them TLC beyond belief.
Soon I didn’t care anymore and when his mouth returned to mine, I could care less about anything else accept to answer my body’s need for Theo. Our clothes were soon gone.
Theo scooped me up, not breaking the kiss or his stride down the hall to the back bedroom. When he laid me upon the bed, he stood up to remove the final piece of clothing keeping us from going all the way. Soon as his boxers left his body, I hungrily attacked that thick shaft with my mouth in one fell swoop.
He gasped. I even heard him mutter, “damn” through clenched teeth as his tip slid down my throat. I tried my best to take all of him, but he was so damn thick and getting thicker by the minute that I was whimpering, yet loving every sweet inch of him on my tongue. I pulled back and quickly tried again, repeating this action, loving how his flesh filled my mouth.
I worked my tongue side to side and in a circular motion, knowing the sensation was driving him crazy. He whispered my name in a plea of pleasure.
“Fuck!” Theo growled and wrenched his dick from my mouth. Within seconds he had forced me down on the bed.
I was past wanting him and I was wetter than the Great Lakes. Once I was lying on my back again, his aim was perfect as he plunged hard into my soaking womanhood.
Tears ran down my cheeks, savoring the tumultuous ecstasy of just knowing Theo was pulsing deeper and deeper inside of me. Soon, my hips rocked with his. I took him fully, screaming his name, digging my nails in his shoulders and loving this man from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
Theo wasn’t fucking me; he was making love to me by tender kisses, loving touches, and the intensity in his eyes. He wiped the tears off my cheeks, just as my body climaxed in an intensified tremble.
Damn! Damn! Damn!
And as my body came for a third time, Theo smiled and kept eye contact with me. “I’m coming,” he said.
“I want it,” I whimpered, holding him tightly, never breaking eye contact.
Our mutual culmination rocked the bed continuously and I knew we probably put a hole in the wall. As we were coming down from our high, I uncontrollably screamed, “Gawd, I love you!”
Wait a minute.
Did that just come out of my mouth? Did I just tell this man I loved him? How could Theo affect me so? How could he touch me so powerfully? How could I know - just know that I loved him?
Theo whispered in my ear, “I know, Sheryl. I love you, too.”
Entry Thirty-Five
I know I fell asleep, but I wasn’t sure when I had done so. Upon waking to chirping birds outside of the window, I realized it was morning. Getting out of bed, I groaned, feeling like I had been over exerting myself in more ways than one. I thought I had been gang banged.
Theo had been insatiable last night and even though I knew I would be sore in the morning, I hadn’t cared at the time. Hell, even my damn jaw hurt from going down on him again for over an hour, just enjoying the taste of him in my mouth. I liked the sense of power I received just knowing I was giving him pleasure. I loved how Theo called my name begging for mercy, but at the same time pleading for me not to stop.
I really couldn’t be sure when we fell asleep last night. I wasn’t sure what time it was now. If someone was looking for me, I wouldn’t know that either. But I did know it was Saturday and that I had to get home, but …
I didn’t want to go.
Work was really the last thing I wanted to do now. Despite the soreness, I still missed Theo’s presence and my mind ordered my body to seek him out.
Wrapping the sheet around my body, I left the bedroom and walked down the hall. I stopped in the bathroom to freshen up before venturing out to the front of the house. Theo was nowhere to be seen. I looked out the front window. His SUV was still parked outside, but it looked as if he had moved it.
Still searching for Theo, I noticed that the back door to the home was opened. I stepped out in my bare feet, telling myself I was washable because the need to find Theo was now becoming urgent. I heard noises coming from a boathouse out back and followed the noise to where a small dock was.
Theo was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. The shirt was open wide, revealing his dark chocolate skin and washboard stomach. The jeans were secured, emphasizing his strong thighs. He looked so damn naturally sexy I wanted to just jump in his arms again.
I trembled, yes, from the chill in the air, but mostly from sexual need.
Noticing me, Theo smirked and took off his shirt. “You shouldn’t be out here without any clothes on.”
I saw a tattoo on his back of a navy seal insignia similar to what Lethal Heart had on his arm. Except this one was bigger and engraved over it was the word, “WICKED.”
As he wrapped the shirt over my shoulders, I casually asked, “You were in the army?”
He frowned and then looked over his shoulder, realizing I had seen his tattoo. “The Navy Seals aren’t a part of the army.”
“Okay, armed services?” I said, knowing he was being a smart ass.
“Yes.”
“Do you know Lethal Heart?”
He looked away with this distrustful expression upon his face. “Yes. How do you know him? Were you one of his?”
“No.”
There was an instant look of relief. “Good. Cause that would have been tough to compare to.”
Theo was actually intimidated by Lethal? Damn!
“How do you know, Lee?” he asked.
The nickname immediately put me on alarm and told me that Theo knew Lethal Heart personally. He was all too familiar with Lethal, who looked like it would be tough as hell to be his friend.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I said.
“I’m a cousin of a cousin, you could say. Our family never liked to speak of the Hearts.” Theo still wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the lake instead. One by one, he threw rocks in it as far as he could. Which looked pretty damn far to me.
“They were more or less the bad apple of the bloodline you could say,” Theo continued. “But once I found out that Lee was my cousin, hell, I said I could give a fuck what my family thought.” He shrugged. “Hopefully, once I get this divorce final, I can get what Lee has for me. But until then he said he don’t feel comfortable letting me get my hands on shit until I get that bitch out my life.”
“Meaning your wife.”
“Yeah, although I didn’t mean to call her a bitch. She just makes me so damn mad.” He finally looked at me. “Want to go out on the pond, Sheryl?”
I looked down at the small ass boat. I couldn’t swim a damn lick, but that need to not be away from him was still so strong. “Yes, Theo,” I said.
After I showered and dressed, pulling my wild hair back in a ponytail, I grabbed a bacon and toast sandwich he had made. Then I joined Theo back on the docks where he used his own strength to row us in the middle of the pond.
It was a nice size pond, with a diving dock in the middle. I had worn a summer dress and a sweater because it was still rather cool outside. I wore the same panties from yesterday because I couldn’t find anything else and because they were better than nothing. Plus, I had no plans to do anything considering how sore my pussy still was.
“My sister and I use t
o come here a lot to help my stepfather relax. He had a bad heart and needed a lot of peace and quiet. He said this was his favorite place to be,” Theo confided, even though he looked like a man who rarely told people his business.
“Why does it say Wicked on your back?” I asked, taking advantage of his amenable mood.
He shrugged. “Just a nickname.”
I raised a curious brow. “A simple nickname isn’t just put on your back.”
With a lot of caution in his eyes, he asked, “Do you really want to know why? Because I never show just anyone why women call me wicked. That nickname attached itself to me after Lee heard my girl from college screaming it. After that, it just stuck.”
A weird chill ran down my spine. I should have been scared, but curiosity was killing me. “Sure.”
“You know curiosity killed the cat,” Theo reminded me.
I quickly bantered back, lusciously, “And satisfaction brought it back.”
Theo stopped rowing and put the oars aside. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled up my dress while he moved to his knees. Then he ripped off my underwear yet again. Before I could take another breath to protest him tearing my panties for the second time, his mouth dipped down and attached itself to my womanhood.
Dear sweet Lawd!!!
I think I yelled that out several times, because I could never believe that any man could do what Theo was doing with his tongue. I just knew he had something else in his mouth causing this illustrious sensation that had my eyes rolling in the back of my head. I gripped the side of the boat to hold on to something because I thought for sure the top of my body was going to shoot to the moon.
Theo’s mouth savored my womanhood as if he hadn’t eaten a meal in years. To take it to the next level, he pushed my thighs up, moved lower and dipped his tongue deep into me.
Maybe I was so turned on because I hadn’t had my pussy eaten outside before. Or maybe it was just the passion by which this man was going at it, making my thighs quiver turbulently. Whatever it was, I could never compare being eaten out like this before where watching the act itself was a damn turn on, as well.
Orgasming twice, I wanted him all over again. I didn’t care that I was sore and probably wouldn’t walk straight for a month.
Theo didn’t stop there. His mouth moved lower pressing my thighs higher. I knew I was speaking in tongues as he lasciviously licked from my perineum to my rear inciting lust-filled wantonness all over me.
I didn’t care what he did. I just knew I needed some type of relief. The more erotic, the better.
So when Theo moved over me, I didn’t care that he still pressed my thighs back. He had released his member from his pants and I felt him press into me. But it wasn’t where I thought he was going.
“Theo!” I gasped.
The top of my dress was pushed down. His mouth suckled a breast as he pressed even deeper in my ass.
‘Oh shit!’ And it wasn’t a bad thing.
“Fuck!” I screamed, fighting the urge to tense, but feeling so damn relaxed, I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
Theo cursed, too, because I was tight as hell. I knew he had to do some serious work to get as far as he did. I wasn’t scared. I loved every damn centimeter of our connection as the boat’s motion helped him achieve half entry into my anal passage.
My stimulation never ended and actually increased as he, too, became excited. And for the first time, I could feel my ass coming as he also made sure to press his groin against my clitoris to give me a double orgasm.
If there were people around in a fifty-mile area, I know they heard me screaming his name.
It felt sooooo.....damn wickedly good.
Now I understood his nickname.
Entry Thirty-Six
The entire weekend was thrilling after that wonderfully wicked moment. That pretty much sums it up.
Theo was just like I had known him to be from the first time. We found so much to laugh about and do. The home provided little, but we enjoyed the proximity of each other day after day. For a man who had nothing, I felt like he was giving me everything.
On Sunday afternoon, when he finally said we would have to head back into town, I felt heartbroken.
“What?” he asked, looking at the distraught expression on my face.
“I just thought…” I knew I was crazy to even ask if we could stay here another week, but I sure wanted to. Yet I had to be realistic. Theo didn’t make enough money to just miss work like that. And even though I probably could, I knew that to ask that of him would be wrong.
“Never mind,” I continued. “You’re right, we should go. I left everything at the office.”
Theo promised to drop me off there.
As I put on my rich clothes, I felt like a different woman. So much had happened in so little time.
We drove in casual silence where it was just nice to be around each other. Talk wasn’t necessary. When we came close to my job, Theo said, “I’m sorry for kidnapping you.”
I teased, “I’ll think about not pressing charges.”
Stopping in front of my workplace, he tugged gently on my hand to make me lean into him. Then he kissed me tenderly. “I know what you’re thinking, Sheryl.”
“What?” Cause I didn’t think he did.
“You’re thinking you can find out who she is and then threaten her to give me the divorce.”
Shit! That had crossed my mind.
“You don’t want me to become involved?” I guessed.
“No, I don’t.”
Dammit! Should I listen to him?
“I’ll call you tonight because I would love to see you again tomorrow, but I want you to get your business done first,” he said.
I thought that was so sweet of him to understand the importance of my work. “Thank you, Theo.”
I let him kiss me, loving the feel of his lips on mine, before getting out the car. In the back of my mind, I thought, This Bitch is gonna do what she wants to do. Which meant I was going to find out his wife’s name whether Theo liked it or not.
Using my access key, I went up to my office quietly really expecting Erin to be sitting at my desk. My office was empty, so I went into my bathroom to change my clothes. I always left an extra suit in there just in case I needed to change for a lot of business meetings in one day.
Okay, I said to myself, having a serious head talk. You know in your heart and soul you want to be with Theo, but Mackeroy is not going to be pleased if you just dropped him like a bad habit.
I could do it slow or, like other times, use work as a way to get out of the relationship. Maybe I’d put him off for a while and then say work just got me all tied up. That always worked in the past when I didn’t want to just come right out and say it was another guy.
Being too blunt would hurt Mackeroy’s feelings and he’d been too nice to me to just do him like that. Plus, we could lose his account.
Would it piss Erin the fuck off that my personal life affected the company’s well-being? Oh hell yeah! That hating bitch would find a way to point the finger at me and get me fired. She’d love that.
Dammit, how I’d love to fire her ass for something.
So maybe I should just keep Mackeroy holding on in order to keep his account. Or at least keep him holding on until Erin cooled her heels and didn’t care if we lost the account or not. Though that would be a horrible thing to do to Mackeroy, I wasn’t trying to look for another job right now.
As for Sroban, I didn’t think I should go to Erin with what I knew. Maybe if I made copies of the information that I had and did a blank envelope delivery to Earl, I bet his eyes would be open to a possible saboteur right under his nose. Maybe with all the changes he was doing lately, Earl already suspected there was someone trying to bring his company down, but just couldn’t point any fingers yet.
With this resolved in my head, I felt a little better and decided to just get my stuff and go. But first I had to do something with my hair.
Just as I was abou
t to come out of the bathroom to get a comb from my desk drawer, I heard voices in the office. Or rather through my office door that I had left open earlier.
Freezing at the doorway of the bathroom, I recognized Mackeroy’s voice immediately. He seemed frustrated.
“I have tried everywhere! And I can’t find her. That’s why I came here. Do you know her car is still in the parking lot?”
Erin replied, “She’s not here. I’ve been here all day and I’ve looked all over this office. I would have seen her. She probably just left her car here to go somewhere. How could you lose her? She isn’t that hard to keep up with. She’s either working or at home.”
Why would Erin know my schedule? And why would Mackeroy need to keep up with me?
“I didn’t lose her. I thought I would be able to have dinner with her Friday –”
“You haven’t seen her since Friday?! Dammit! Do you think she went to Florida and told Earl something?”
“Why would she do that? She doesn’t suspect a thing. I’ve looked through all her things at her house and so I know she doesn’t suspect a thing, Erin. You’re worried over nothing. Just relax. She probably had to handle some shit concerning her father. I remember her mentioning that she was looking for him and that it was becoming consuming. I’ll find her and keep her busy until you’ve wrestled away the rest of Earl’s accounts. By the end of the year, he’ll be broke and you’ll be…” He paused. “Rich.”
Erin giggled – a first I’ve ever heard from her. Damn! She almost sounded human. “And I’ll buy out the rest of his company, fire all these bitches – especially that bitch Sheryl.”
Good lawd, that woman really had it in for me. I smiled, knowing I was really on her shit list. I bet a nice email to Earl to watch his back would be wonderful right about now.
“Let me worry about Sheryl, okay, Erin? You worry about making sure no one knows anything until the last possible minute.”
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