Sudden Devotion (19 page)

Theo looked over at George and knew what the man was thinking. He nodded in agreement. He pulled out of Donna and smoothed a hand over her as she whimpered a protest. “Shh. Peter’s done. Do you wanna play with Claudia now?”

Donna’s head quirked back to see Claudia crawling over to her. “Yes, but will you still –.”

“Yeah. You guys know what to do. Get in position and, we’ll fuck you just like you like,” Theo assured her.

“I need it so bad, Theo.” Donna hated to hear her own pleading for it.

“I know. We’ll make you feel good, okay. Come here.” Theo gently helped her up.

Claudia had lay down on her side and waited as Donna laid on hers in the opposite direction as they faced each other’s dripping wet cores. Theo and George switched women. George getting behind Donna lifted her leg up as he lay behind her. Theo, behind Claudia, did the same. Both men glanced at Peter when they heard him groan in appreciation while sitting on the couch watching them.

With both men behind the women and each of them with one leg raised in the air, then they both waited.

“Please. Fuck us,” Claudia moaned.

“Uh uh uh. You girls know the rules. If you want these cocks in your asses, you two better start eating pussy,” Theo teased them.

He knew the women were very aware that neither one of them were going to get what they really needed unless they did what they were told. So, he waited until they began eating each other’s pussies. He loved how they did it as though their lives depended on it.

They were lost in the heat of the moment. The flames of desire that they brought out in one another was enough to burn a house down. Glancing over, he saw Peter stroking himself as he watched the sight before him. Peter had never been shy about how much he loved to watch the girls as they got fucked in their asses.

Theo and George fucked the girls in earnest. When he felt the first tremors of their orgasms begin he picked up his pace. They always came together when they all fucked each other like this. It was a strange sensation that formed over them when all of their bodies joined together. Theo looked at George as both men gritted their teeth, waiting for the women to reach their peak. They were close and the men had always promised them pleasure. So they waited.

At the first tremor in Donna’s pussy, Theo lost it and began spurting inside of her. Claudia was the next to let go. Theo watched as juices squirted from Donna and Claudia lapped it up, moaning and screaming her orgasm along with the woman she was tasting. Theo couldn’t hold back any longer and fell with her.

Peter watched them all as they moaned and writhed with their orgasms. Four bodies joined together in the most primitive of ways. “Fucking beautiful.” He uttered to himself.

Slowly, each of them got up from the floor and began dressing. Theo and George helped the two women. Peter admired how the men who seemed to be taunting and rough with them at first always ended the interlude with tenderness.

Both men took turns kissing each woman and tasting the other woman’s climax on their lips. When everyone was dressed and presentable, they all looked to Peter.

“Now, I realize that we may fight this, but we all know why we must play along and enjoy ourselves. And isn’t that worth putting up with some of Claudia’s histrionics?”

Theo, who was stroking Donna’s breast and licking her neck, turned to him. “She blackmails us with those damn pictures, Peter.”

Claudia looked down, trying to hide her growing smile.

Peter answered him with amusement, “Theo, you know just as well as I do that she only does that so we don’t stop. She needs us. Just look how much she loved it when you fucked her.” Peter refused to stop the game and risk his wife.

Claudia looked up at Theo and smiled at him. Licking his bottom lip and nipping it between her teeth, she said, “It’s true. I’ll die if we stop. It feels so good when we’re all together.”

Theo groaned and kissed her in return. “Damn it. You know we’re all going to hell, right?”

No one answered, but Peter was sure that George, Theo, and Donna were all thinking it. Every time they came together, another piece of their soul cracked. They all loved their spouses. But, when they got together like this, none of them could erase the urgency to let common sense rule. They all turned into wild animals starving for maddening release.

“Very well, now that everyone is happy again, we have work to do.” Peter waved them out of his office.

Chapter Fifteen

“I mean it was really strange, Mitch. One minute she’s screaming at me and threatening to fire me, and then the next thing I know, she’s calling me into her office and apologizing like...I don’t know. It seemed like she meant it.” Setting her knife down, Sara used the fork to pick up the piece of chicken teriyaki she had just cut. Placing it in her mouth she made a moaning sound.

Mitch watched her sensual mouth as she ate. The way she licked the fork made him wish he was a piece of cutlery. “I’m glad, honey. She was way out of line talking to you that way.”

He didn’t want to spoil her good mood and tell her the real reason that he thought she had apologized. Let her think that Donna was genuinely sorry. If Sara thought Donna hadn’t been sincere, then she would be worried about it every time she saw her.

Dabbing her mouth with the napkin, Sara reached her hand across the table. “Mitch, I’m sorry I was so awful with you at the office. I guess I was in shock from the way she acted.” She took a sip of her wine and set it down as she gently massaged the stem of the glass.

Was she trying to drive him crazy? Everything she did looked erotic. “It’s okay. But, I need you to promise me that when you have a problem or are upset that you come to me. I should be the one person you do want to come to.”

“I know. It’s just that I’m always leaning on you. Whether I’m crying over my stupid insecurities or I’m an emotional wreck because I don’t always have the most confidence. I guess I just don’t want to be a bigger pest than I already am.” She shrugged. “But I know. I have to learn to trust you with all of my feelings.”

Mitch smiled at her. “Does that mean you’re actually beginning to listen to me?” He picked her hand up from the glass and laced their fingers together. “So, tell me about this house you passed on the way home.”

He had been massaging the palm of her hand when her head jerked up at the mention of the house. “Oh, Mitch, it’s so adorable. It’s a little bungalow about ten minutes from here, and it has a fenced in yard, a garage, a huge Elm tree out front. Oh, and did I tell you it was blue? Not an ugly blue, either. A real pretty one, like a sky blue, with white trim.”

“Judging from the smile on your face, I would say that you’re already in love with it.”

“I haven’t even seen the inside yet,” Sara pointed out to him. “I just saw the ‘For Sale’ sign. I thought maybe we could check it out this weekend. Saturday’s only a couple of days away, and I’m sure it won’t sell before then.”

Mitch winced. “I am probably going to have to work on Saturday. I’m sorry. Hey, why don’t you go check it out? If you like it, then I’ll figure out a way to get away. If you don’t, then it’s no big deal, anyway.”

“Yeah. I guess that would work. Mitch, I…don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not trying to nag you, but you work an awful lot. Are you sure you can’t take some time off this weekend? I miss you.” She waved her hand at him. “I know, I know. I probably sound like some controlling girlfriend, but I just can’t stand this empty feeling I get when you’re gone so much.”

He knew exactly how she felt, because he hated being at work so much too. He wondered if that was really all that was bothering her. “Sara. Is it just that you miss me? Or is there something else? Something that maybe you’re afraid to admit to or mention?”

She got up from the table to clear the dishes. Walking away, she appeared to be making an effort to act casual. “I don’t know what you mean.”

While she was scraping the plates and placing them in the dishwasher he came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Sara. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She set the plates down in the sink and turned off the water. “It’s stupid. Besides, you have enough to worry about with that trial coming up next week.”

Ah. That’s what was bothering her. He almost hadn’t noticed it, but when she said the word trial, her voice hitched just a bit. He had been working late all week trying to prepare for it. And, as usual, Claudia was the secretary that Peter had chosen to work on it with him. “Is that what this is about? My trial prep, or who I’m prepping with?”

He could tell she was biting back a curse. She had almost opened said something, then took a sigh before continuing, “Yes, all right. It bothers me that you are at the office with her so late every night. And before you even begin to reassure me that you love me, and I have nothing to worry about, you can save your breath. I know all that. It’s not you that I’m worried about. It’s her. She’s conniving and vindictive. I just don’t trust her.”

Mitch rested his chin on her shoulder. “Sara. There is nothing that she can do that will hurt us, okay?”

She turned to face him. “I know, I do. I guess since everything has happened so fast, and I’m so happy, that I am just sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“Well,” Mitch kissed the corner of her mouth, “you don’t need to worry because Claudia is like an annoying pest. But you are like the queen bee. And I am your slave worker bee to do with as you please.”

“Really?” She laced her fingers behind his neck and played with his hair. “Now what could we do?” She giggled as he lifted her up and placed her on the counter.

She heard a tear and let out a sound of frustration.

“I thought you liked it when I got rough?” He lavished wet kisses up her inner thigh.

“I
love
it, but seriously, I’m running out of panties.” She arched her body into him as he used his tongue to trace lines up her inner thigh.

“Forget about the panties, honey.” Mitch mumbled, causing the words to vibrate against her slick, swollen folds. “They’re always in the damn way.”

* * * *

“Who could be calling at this hour?” Daniella asked her husband.

“Hello?” Peter’s groggy voice answered.

“I need you.” The imploring voice said.

Fuck! What the hell was she doing calling him at home? “Excuse me while I get the papers from my desk.” Turning to his wife, Peter said, “I’ll be back, love, its work.”

He felt guilty when his beautiful and adoring wife smiled at him and went back to sleep. He loved her. He really did. If this bitch was going to start breaking the rules, she would be sorry.

Peter stalked into his office and closed the door. “What the fuck do you mean calling me at my home?”

“Don’t you take that tone with me! I need you, and you damn well better come.” Claudia said in a vengeful tone.

“Come? Have you lost your ever lovin’ mind, woman? It’s after one o’clock in the morning, just how do you propose I explain that to Daniella?”

“Don’t you dare say her name to me! I don’t want to hear that bitch’s name. You belong to me, damn it!” Her screaming caused her voice to crack.

Crazy fucking bitch! “Look, Claudia, enough of the fucking games. You had your fun today. It’s going to have to wait until…”

“No! You get over here, and fuck me right now!”

Peter listened to her hitched breathing, her trembling voice. She sounded frantic. “What’s the matter with you?”

There was a faint sound of a noise in the background. “I need it, Peter. Please, look, I’m sorry, okay. Just come over here.”

Something was going on with her. She’d gone from screaming to pleading in the matter of seconds. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was a vibrator he heard in the background. “Claudia.” He took a moment to choose his words carefully. “Honey, you know I can’t come to you right now. If I did, my wife would find out. Then those pictures wouldn’t mean anything would they? Our little games would be over for good.”

Claudia moaned, but she sounded in agony. “Peter, please. Forget about the pictures. Just, I need it. I’m so achy. I keep thinking about today. About Donna.” She started to cry. “Peter, she won’t answer the phone. I need her, too.”

Jesus. This was getting out of hand. He had thought earlier today that after the mid-day interlude in his office that maybe they had curbed her appetite, if only a little. But it seemed that every time they were together, it only increased her cravings. She seemed to want it all the time now. She had never once called any of them at home. Just knowing that she had called both Donna and him tonight, he knew she was in bad shape. He wouldn’t lose his wife because of this nymphomaniac’s lack of self-control. Peter sat in his chair in an attempt to get comfortable. He was obviously going to have to help her.

 
“Claudia. I can’t come over right now. But, I can help you. Would you like that?”

“Yes. Please, Peter, it hurts.” Her sobs made her words barely legible.

He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “Okay, honey. Is that your vibrator I hear? Tell me what you’re doing with it. Where is it? Did you put it in that tight little ass?”

“Mmm, yes. Peter it feels so good. But I need more.”