"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.
Going back down, I found Patrick's balls, heavy and full. Sucking one into my mouth, I swirled it around, sucking lightly on the heavy orb before switching and bathing him with my mouth and tongue. Patrick reached down and brushed my hair out of my face, which probably wasn't for the ease for me but rather than for his own visual benefit, but I appreciated it.
"Tabby...." he said softly, his voice shaky. "You're so beautiful."
I smiled at him and pulled my mouth away to look him in the eye for a second, then I swallowed his cock, slowly letting him inside my mouth until he brushed against the back of my mouth. I wasn't ready at the time to try and deep throat him, so I pulled back, letting him feel my tongue swirling around him, flickering over his tip until I was just sucking on the head. Licking one more time, I looked him in the eye again. "How long since you came?"
"When we were together," he whispered, blushing. "I was kind of holding out until we were together again when I got shot."
"Poor baby," I mocked, my hand pumping his spit slick shaft. “Well right now is about you. Later tonight you can return the favor."