Ambition: A Dark Billionaire Romance Anthology (9 page)

"What is all this?" Patrick whispered in my ear while Sophie led us to the entertainment room. "Last time I saw Matt, he was wearing a t-shirt and looking like a strict bodyguard."

"Careful, he could turn into James Bond at any minute," I only half-joked back, knowing how deadly Mark actually was. "I think they just want us to have a good time."

The entertainment room was laid out perfectly, with the largest bean bag chair positioned in the middle of the room, and two small tables set nearby, both of them currently empty. “Have a seat, I’ll bring you your refreshments presently. If you don't mind Miss Williams, Matt and I have taken the liberty to load the movie for tonight."

"How could I refuse such luxury?" I said, touched more than I could let Patrick know.

Sophie smiled an understanding smile and left the room. "Wow, you've got some amazing staff," Patrick said.

I nodded my head and looked at the door. "Amazing friends, Patrick. Amazing friends indeed."

We settled in, our legs touching on the large bag as Sophie came in with two large cups of root beer, along with a huge container of sweet smelling popcorn.

"Your remote control, Miss Tabby," Sophie said, presenting me with the small device. "Shall I adjust the lights?"

"As you wish," I said with a smile. Sophie bowed and left, turning the control knob to a dim glow as she left. Suddenly, before I could settle back, I stood up and turned to Patrick. "Just a moment, I'll be right back."

"No hurry," Patrick replied. "This is so cool I'm still geeking out."

Rushing out of the room, I found Sophie in the hallway still. "Wait," I said, quickly coming towards her. She stopped and turned, a quizzical smile on her face. I looked her in the eye and tilted my head. "Why? Why all this?"

Sophie took my hands and gave them a squeeze. "Because you deserve every chance at happiness," she said simply. "Enjoy your movie, and if you need us, Mark and I will be in the gym. It's private and quiet for you. Now go and enjoy."

Sophie leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then patted my arm. "Go."

Blinking back tears of gratitude, I went back into the entertainment room, where Patrick was fiddling with the remote. "I just got excited, I wanted to see what it was," he said, "but I behaved."

"Good to know," I said, plopping down next to him. "Now, knowing those two, we're probably in for a cheesy science fiction movie. Or one of the Star Wars prequels. Meesa like Jar-Jar?"

Patrick groaned and hit the play button. The system was cued up perfectly, as the video screen turned on at the same time and we were treated to the fanfare and drumroll of the 20th Century Fox opening, before the screen dropped to black. A few electronic sounds came out, and the opening credits rolled. "No way," I said, both laughing and groaning at the same time.

"What?" Patrick asked, looking at me and then at the screen. "What is this?"

"You mean, you've never seen
The Princess Bride?
" I asked, incredulous. "Seriously?"

"No," Patrick replied. "I mean, it's what, thirty years old? Why? I've heard some people say it's good, but never had the big urge to watch it before."

Rolling my eyes, I turned and lay my head on his chest, watching the film. "Just watch and find out, farm boy," I said, my eyes twinkling in the dim light.

"Farm boy?" Patrick whispered, then glanced at the screen.

"You'll see. Never seen this before..... inconceivable."

For the next two hours, Patrick and I lay on the large bag, enjoying the classic movie. Patrick loved the film, laughing at the funny bits, adjusting and squirming with the action or the romantic bits. When the final scenes rolled, we let the music play, and I snuggled into Patrick's arm.

"Patrick?" I said, looking up into his green eyes. I knew what I was risking, but it felt so right.

"Yes?" he said, looking down at me. I shifted, scooting up to look him in the eyes. I cupped his cheek, stroking where just a little bit of stubble was growing. It rasped against my fingertips pleasantly, and the butterflies in my stomach took off at the sound.

"Kiss me," I said, leaning forward. He didn't have to reply, his lips finding mine and we kissed slowly, first with a little peck before growing bolder. His left hand stroked my side while his other arm pillowed his head, the two of us just kissing and forging a bond between us. When we finally parted, I smirked at him. "You were supposed to say
As you wish
."

"You didn't give me much of a chance," he teased back. "But if you would like, I'd be more than happy to."

Patrick brushed a lock of red hair out of my eyes, his eyes full of questions. "Tabby," he said, his mouth working as he struggled to form words that wouldn't come out. Finally he gave up and sighed, letting his hand fall back to his side. "I want to, but I'm worried."

"That I'll say no?" I said, taking his hand and bringing it to my lips. "Patrick, you never know what’s going to happen unless you ask."

He looked at me with such inscrutable eyes, as if he knew something, and he was making a decision. Finally, he swallowed and looked me in the eyes. "Tabby, would you let me make love to you?"

"No," I replied, "but I would like to make love
with
you."

The momentary fall in his face was replaced almost instantaneously with unspeakable joy as we came together again, our hands roaming over each other. Pushing him back on the bag, I ended up on top of him, my hands stabilizing myself on his shoulders.

I was glad I'd worn a skirt, because it gave me plenty of ability to feel his body between my legs while my hands pulled at his shirt. He was wearing a button down shirt that I worked quickly, kissing the smooth exposed skin with every inch that came to my eyes. Pushing his shirt back, I could see that his tattoos on his right arm extended to his shoulder, and there was one of a gryphon on his right pec, just above his nipple. "What's this for?"

"A promise I made to myself," he said, covering my hand as I traced the mythological beast. "Just a promise."

"For what?"

"Later," he said, reaching up and pulling me down for another kiss. His tongue wrestled with mine, looping and twisting around each other. My skirt was lifted and his strong, still slightly calloused hand ran over my hip to cup my ass. He squeezed and I squealed with glee as he found one of my most sensitive areas. Unfortunately, he misinterpreted the sound and stopped. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I giggled, leaning back and undoing the buttons on my top. I shrugged it off and was rewarded as Patrick's eyes grew round as saucers when he saw me in the white lacy bra I was wearing. "I like what you were doing. Think you can keep it up?"

"As you wish," he laughed, letting go of my hips to reach for the clasp on my bra. "May I?"

"Yes," I said, leaning forward to give him a bit of assistance. The bra was clasped in the back, and he struggled a bit with it for a second before getting the catch. Shrugging my shoulders forward, I let him take off my bra, his lips following the fabric so closely I couldn't even register the cool air before my skin was lit on fire from his kisses.

I love to have my breasts pleasured, and Patrick was superb at that. Hearing my sighs and moans perfectly, he set my body on edge as he explored me. His teeth scraped lightly across my nipples and I cried out in a light release, almost brought to orgasm just from his touch.

Not that his mouth was the only thing touching me. His hands, which were still the strong, slightly rough hands of a man who worked with his hands more than sitting behind a desk, wrote poetry on my skin, his left thumb teasing my nipple while his right hand roamed over my back. Beneath me, trapped in the denim of his jeans, I could feel him hard and wanting, bulging against the wet fabric of my panties until neither of us could take it any more.

I pushed him back onto the bag, grinning wolfishly down at him, and I was thrilled at the touch of not fear, but uncertainty in his eyes. "What have I gotten myself into?" he whispered as I reached for his belt.

"A lot more than you bargained for, and I hope you can handle it," I replied, fumbling with his belt before realizing that it wasn't the normal type. Instead of the typical buckling method, it was one of those GI style web belts with a rolling friction clasp in the buckle, which I quickly undid before unbuttoning his jeans. As my fingers worked, I felt the hunger growing inside me, and I knew that even if Patrick and I didn't end up having a long term relationship, I was ready and needing his body at least for tonight.

I peeled down Patrick’s plain boxer-briefs, and what was inside more than made up for the packaging, as his thick, beautiful cock emerged from hiding. He lifted his hips and helped me get the rest of his pants off, and I took a moment to get off of the bag and look at him.

He was very fit, with large swells to his muscles that flowed to a tight waistline and then back out into strong, tree trunk like legs. Not fat, but muscular. His cock stood tall and proud from its base, and I could see that I’d be challenged by his thickness. I love a good challenge.

"Take off the skirt," he said, his confidence growing as he saw how I reacted to his body. I was glad, in that while I enjoyed his initial trepidation, I don't want to do all the work when it comes to having sex.

I reached for the fastener on my skirt, then let my hands lower. Instead, I raised them and cupped my breasts, and toed off the sandals I'd been wearing. "You do it," I replied, turning my hip to show him where the thing closed. "Please?"

"As you wish," Patrick replied, getting to his knees and crossing the short distance over to me. His hands caressed my calves and thighs, running under the skirt to cup my ass and send more thrills to me. His leaned forward and kissed my belly button, and I felt more powerful than I'd ever been with this strong, handsome man on his knees in front of me, his hands kneading my ass while he kissed my stomach. I stroked my hand through his dark hair, and knew that regardless of anything else, this was not going to be a one night thing.

Patrick let go of my butt to reach higher, finding the waistband to my bikini briefs and pulling them down and off my legs. "Not the standard way, but I like it so far," I teased as he lifted one leg and then the other to free them.

"I like this skirt," he answered, running his hands back up my legs. His right hand turned to go in between my thighs and I parted my knees, giving him access. Blindly, he found my pussy, cupping it in his hand. His eyebrows lifted as he stroked the smooth skin.

"Shaved?"

I shook my head. "Waxed, and a few laser treatments," I half moaned in reply. It was the one indulgence I'd partaken in during the lean years of my student days and early associate days working, and if that made me vain, so be it. Still, I love the feeling of being bare and smooth, silken under a lover's touch. "You like?"

"I love it, all of you," he replied, stroking a finger between my lips. Wetness coated his questing finger and he smiled, bringing it out from under my skirt to admire in the light before licking it clean. "Delicious."

Lifting my skirt, he lowered himself more until my pussy was open to his tongue, and his hands cupped my ass again. With my skirt in the way I couldn't see anything except the flex of muscles on his back and shoulders as he made love to me with his seemingly impossibly long, deft tongue, which swept from top to bottom on me before probing inside. I couldn't believe how good it was or how amazing he felt, my mind flashing with desire as he licked me over and over.

My legs trembled as he found the hard little button of my clit, flicking his tongue over it. I bent over, trying to keep my balance and leaning on him as he licked and sucked, his strong hands and arms keeping me within his tongue's reach. "Oh fuck Patrick," I gasped, my hands digging into his shoulders. "What are you doing?"

Pulling back, Patrick's face was covered in my wetness and he stood up, sweeping me into his arms and covering my face with kisses. "I'm worshiping the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he replied before nibbling on my earlobe. He turned easily and carried me to the bean bag chair, where he laid me on the carpet next to chair. "I'd use the bag, but I'm afraid we'd be unable to move the way we want."

"You read my mind," I replied, pushing him back. "I'm
very
active in bed."

"Good to know," Patrick said, grinning. "One request?"

"What?"

"Leave the skirt on,” Patrick said, as he tore open a package and slid a condom on with a quickness.

Laying down next to him, I lifted my leg and reached for his cock, which was still hard and thick in my hand. Guiding him, he pushed his way inside me, pausing when he could tell I was getting stretched too much. "You okay?"

"Just go slow, it feels great until the last bit," I said. "It's been a little while, and you're pretty thick."

Patrick nodded, his green eyes looking into mine as he worked slowly in and out. The unpleasant stretching soon melted into wonderful fullness, and I felt more and more of him inside me. It was funny, in that the way we were laying, we were almost in a scissor position. It was a favorite of mine, but with Patrick, it was so different and so much better at the same time. When the base of his cock rubbed against my clit for the first time I nearly came, I was so close. My fingers hooked into his back and I growled. "Now you promise me," I said, my fingernails threatening to tear his back apart. "You don't stop until you and I both come. And I mean
don't stop.
"

"As you wish," he said, pulling back and pushing forward again. Explosions of pleasure tore through me as Patrick stroked in and out, my pussy already quivering from the wonderful oral attention he'd given me. I was delirious, drunk off the heady mix of pleasure and hormones as he pounded me without restraint, his cock filling me again and again.

Part of the reason I'm so adventurous sexually is because for me, orgasms are not just a momentary thing, but rolling, building upon one another. Multi-orgasmic is barely a beginning to describe how I can be, and Patrick's unrelenting, powerful stroking cock was all I needed. In only a minute, maybe less, my pussy clenched and the first wave of my orgasm broke through me, soft cries joining my gasps as I felt myself tense around him.