Theo

Did you just quote Shakespeare?

 

At least the day ended with a decent walk-through rehearsal, with everyone still using scripts in hand and rehearsing off-stage, but the flow of the show is finally coming together.

Next week is the dreaded tech-week. The crew has been designing the set on stage and this will be the week where we’ll put everything together by doing non-stop full runs.

My plans for the weekend involved spending lots of alone time with Joey and doing something fun to take both of our minds off of the play.

She’s sitting at the kitchen counter, enjoying the pancakes I just made her and the hot coffee from her favorite coffee barista – me.

“Hey, you want to go to the Shakespeare in the Park show this weekend?”

Joey glances up mid-bite, her cheeks as full as a chipmunk, eyes wide.

“Whasstha?” she asks through a particularly big bite.

I laugh. “I’ve got a friend who’s one of the ensemble cast members. Every summer, a small group puts on the stage production of one of Shakespeare’s plays, but they do it in the park, with really nothing but a stage and a few props. This year, they are doing The Taming of the Shrew. Thought you’d appreciate it.”

I hold back my laughter as she scrunches her face in disdain, swallowing the food before she starts to rail on me.

“So, you thought I’d like it because I’m a what – a shrew? I’ll just take my food to go, thank you very much.”

She picks up her plate and playfully stomps off to the door but I grab her by the waist and spin her around.

Her smile is as wide as Lake Michigan. And as beautiful as the sunset across the water.

Pulling her in, my hand slides down to her ass, which is only covered with a pair of panties, her t-shirt hanging just over the curve, which I’ve doted on with my fingers, lips and tongue the last few nights.

I give it a good squeeze and she moans, one arm slinging around my neck, the other holding the plate off to the side. I remove it from her hand and place it on the counter.

My mouth waters to taste her. I lean down and place a hard, smoldering kiss on her lips. Just as I thought…sweet as syrup.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I say between breaths. “What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”

Joey pulls away and looks at me like I’ve grown two heads.

“Who the hell is Kate and what the hell did you just spout?” she asks, smacking me on the bicep.

I pull at her wrists, tugging her back into me, walking us backwards toward the bedroom, where I have some very important work to do.

“It’s Petruchio’s line to Katherine. You’ve never heard it? When she compares him to a wasp.”

She shrugs and looks back over her shoulder with a look of forlorn at her remaining pancakes.

She whines, giving me a pouty lip. “But I’m hungry…my pancakes…they’ll get cold.”

I snicker, nipping at her bottom lip, sucking it until she sighs. My butt lands on the bed and I pull her down to straddle me.

“I’m hungry, too,” I say, waggling eyebrows salaciously as I thrust up into her. “And I promise to make you more after I make you come.”

And then I flip her over onto her back as the gasp tears out of her mouth.

The hem of her shirt has risen so the soft, creamy flesh of her belly is exposed. I slip my hand underneath, cupping a breast in my hand and flicking at her hardened nipple with my nail. Her sighs turn into moans and I know I’ve got her where I want her.

As I place kisses up to her breast, I circle her nipple and lave my tongue over it, lashing it back and forth. Her hips squirm underneath me, and I open her wide with my thigh so I can nestle between her legs.

I’m wearing a pair of nylon shorts and my boxers, but it does nothing to shield me from her heat. I want to bury myself inside her and let her consume me for days. Who cares about food when I can live off her body?

Hovering over her now, I kiss and nip at her neck before taking her mouth in a searing kiss. I spear her lips with my tongue, our tongues battle and swirl, telling one another of our lust and longing.

My dick twitches between her legs and she lifts her hips to meet the thrust of my body.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about those pancakes.”

Not the most epically romantic or alpha thing I could say in the moment, but I’m always at a loss for words when we’re in the heat of things. She drives all other thoughts away with her hot, tight body and wickedly sensual gasps and moans.

“Mmm,” she groans. “What pancakes? I was thinking sausage sounds delicious right about now.”

Oh yeah. Nothing hotter than turning food into sexual innuendos.

“You like some sausage, huh? How about some piggies in a blanket?”

She giggles, her hands reaching between us and grabbing the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down as far as she can reach. I help her the remainder of the way, kicking them off the edge of the bed. Without having to say a word, she lifts her hips and pulls off her panties. Her t-shirt is bunched up over her breasts and I kind of like the way she looks all trussed up.

The sweet nectar of her skin, all flushed and creamy, and the soft ginger blonde of her hair, fanning out. She’s the most beautiful woman I know.

Our bodies are skin-to-skin, friction creating a heat so intense it could easily beat out the sun’s rays. My cock slides through her folds and I revel in the slick feel of her against me.

It’s perfection.

Each time I hit the spot, Joey’s fingernails dig into my ass.

I begin to reach over to the drawer for a condom when she pulls my hand back.

She’s moving her head moving back and forth, her teeth biting her bottom lip.

“Can we…I want to feel you inside me. I’m on birth control. I just want…”

I hear a loud growl and realize it’s come from somewhere deep inside me where my animal lives. The animal that wants to rut like a wild savage beast and come inside her without any barriers.

“Oh fuck. If you’re sure.”

My tip is poised at her entrance and I feel the give of her body, but hold myself very still until she gives me permission.

“Please, Theo. I need you,” she murmurs.

I’m a goner.

It takes every ounce of control for me not to rip through her. To push in and take what I want. For my alpha to come screaming out like a caveman who wants to fuck and fuck and fuck.

Instead, I call on my restraint and slowly – ever-so-slowly – ease myself into her. The warmth. The heat. The delicious wetness that envelops me. Makes me forget everything outside these four walls.

I must be lost in her because her voice is sharp and forceful.

“Move, Theo. Just…fuck me.”

My body thrusts and undulates, creating a perfect rhythm to go along with the sounds of our breaths.

“And where two raging fires meet together. They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.”

“Are you seriously quoting Shakespeare while you fuck me?”

Oops. I guess I can’t hide my theater geek.

I lift my head from where it’s buried in her neck and give her a rueful smile.

“Uh, yeah, sorry…”

And the sting of her fingernails digging into my ass tell me exactly what she thinks about it.

“Don’t stop…it’s so hot.”

And I don’t. For the next thirty minutes, I’m The Bard and she’s my shrew.

And I’m taming her like no other man can do.