Ambition 2(12)
I was surprised when I came in to see Patrick's car parked in front of Mount Zion. I knew that Mark had recovered it from Filmore Heights earlier in the week, discovering as he did that Patrick had not only painted the old Civic, but had tuned it up to the point it was a cheetah under the hood, but hadn't expected Patrick to be back so quickly. We hadn't talked that day, and I figured he was overloaded with catching up on what he had missed at City Hall. Parking my Mercedes SUV, I made my way inside, curious.
I found Patrick and Sophie in the gym, sweat dripping off his face as she pushed him through a workout. "God's sake woman, I'm a week removed from getting shot!" he groaned as she pushed on his back, his legs stretched out in front of him. "You trying to kill me?"
"The gunshot has nothing to do with the fact that you've got hamstrings that are weak and stiff, along with enough knots in your hips you should be a Boy Scout merit badge," Sophie replied matter of factly. "Now be quiet and breathe out."
I suppressed a chuckle as Patrick tried his best to comply, Sophie pushing more until his body wouldn't go any further. "I think I saw God there as the air left my body."
"I'll remember that. I've been called a lot of things, but never God before," Sophie replied, dressed conservatively in sweat pants and a t-shirt. She was being no-nonsense, but I could tell by her facial expression she was amused. He must have worked hard, because if he hadn't, she wouldn't have replied except to push him harder.
"You're terrible," Patrick groaned, "my legs feel like about a hundred pounds of fried rubber right now."
"They'd smell a lot worse if they were. But I think I see something that might put some energy in those muscles," Sophie said, seeing me and waving. "Hey Tabs. How was work?"
Patrick rolled over, his face breaking out in a silly smile that I couldn't help but return as I came in and gave Sophie a hug. "Good. How about you?"
"Mark's on the computer doing some things right now, we were holding off on dinner until you got back. I was just putting Patrick through a light workout after he got done at work."
"How'd it go?" I asked, leaving my arm around her shoulder and looking down at Patrick, amused. "You first, Sophie."
"Not bad. he did okay with what we could do. He's stiff as a board though, I'm going to have to work on that."
I gave Sophie a wink and stood over Patrick, straddling his chest. I knew what I was doing, giving him a very nice look up my skirt. Looking down and crossing my arms over my chest, I arched my eyebrow. "Is that so? And any complaints about Sophie, Patrick?"
"None at all," Patrick said, "although if you insist on standing there, she's going to be right about me being stiff as a board."
Sophie groaned melodramatically and rolled her eyes. "I'm going to go find my husband. You two, no leaving bodily fluids on the mats, okay?"
I bit back a jibe, considering I'd caught her and Mark doing just that once, but nodded. "We'll behave."
Once Sophie was gone, I sank down to my knees, straddling Patrick's waist. Leaning down, I kissed him softly, our lips molding together electrically. "I missed you today," I said as we parted. "I thought you were so busy with work you didn't have time to call me."
"You were on my mind all day," he replied, his hands resting on my skirt. "But I knew I was coming over here tonight, and knew I could see you. I didn't expect you'd be so late though. Anything wrong?"
"Just some work on the community center project," I said, "but now everything’s better."
"Problem solved?"
I laughed and ran my hands over his sweaty t-shirt, feeling his muscles. "Not really. But having you here, it's much, much better."
"Tabby," Patrick moaned, his cock hardening in his workout shorts. "You're teasing me. You promised Sophie we’d behave in here.”
"No," I said, sliding down his legs and freeing his cock from his shorts. I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft, still surprised I'd been able to fit him inside me so wonderfully the last time. I couldn't even close my fist around him, and it's not like I have tiny hands. "I promised her I wouldn't get any bodily fluids on the mats,” I said, grinning.
Patrick sat up on his elbows to watch as I licked his cock from the base all the way to the tip, his moan of appreciation growing as I reached the tip and circled around his head. It’d been a while since I'd done this, but it wasn’t my first time either. Licking slowly, I worked my way up and down, relishing the clean sweat taste of his skin. He was warm, even warmer than normal after his workout, but not funky at all. Instead, he tasted sexy, masculine, and my panties started to get wet. There'd be time for that later. After all, I wasn't going to break a promise.