"Uh, boss man," Luther said, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, giving John and Gillian their privacy. "We're here, mate."
John sighed in total bliss as he broke the kiss and nuzzled Gillian's neck. "Kitten, you are amazing. I love you so much."
A small giggle escaped her lips before she kissed him again and leaned back to look at him. "I love you too, Your Majesty."
John chuckled, hugging her to him again. He tucked a fallen strand behind her ear as he said, "I'm sorry that I messed up your hair and that lovely dress you were wearing."
"No, you're not, you liar!" Gillian laughed, playfully punching his chest. "You would have stripped me down at the restaurant if you could have."
"Guilty." John smiled, kissing her once again. When the sound of her stomach growling broke the silence, he said, "Was that your stomach?" When Gillian nodded her head yes, the British billionaire said, "Well then, let's feed that beast. My kitten needs her energy, especially if she is going to keep up with me tonight."
Chapter 10
John poured his kitten a glass of champagne as he watched Patrick feed her chocolate-covered strawberries while the soft music played around them. A grin sat on his lips as he watched Gillian moan in ecstasy before the Irishman kissed her lips. She hid her delectable, naked, porcelain body under the thick blanket she had taken from the carriage. John had been impressed with the romantic setup Patrick had made for them. The couple had arrived to see a large, plaid blanket, littered with edibles and wine, laid out on the hillside facing the London skyline. There was also an all-male, string quartet orchestra playing classical music and no one for at least a mile in all directions, thanks to the Irishman boxing off the area. The moon danced in and out of the clouds, and the cold December wind that had blown earlier had almost completely stopped. The three of them had sat and talked and eaten for an hour or so, and everyone was very relaxed. Although it was chilly outside, the evening was perfect.
Walking over to the blanket where Patrick and Gillian sat intimately talking, John sat down on the blanket and handed her the glass. The Brit kissed her lips before he allowed his woman to drink the sparkling liquid. The smile still on his lips, he asked, "Are you enjoying yourself, kitten?"
"This evening has been amazing!" She giggled, loving every minute of her time with John and Patrick. "I can't believe you two have gone to all this trouble for me. I feel like a queen."
"You are a queen, lovey." John smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "Didn't we establish that in the carriage, just a moment ago?"
"Um, I believe I was the servant, Mr. Kenric, and not the queen." Gillian grinned, leaning her head back to kiss his lips.
"Didn't the king come in your sweet pussy, kitten?" the Brit asked in her ear before playfully pulling at the lobe. "That makes you royalty by default."
Gillian laughed as she rolled her emerald eyes. She absolutely loved this playful side of John. He was an extremely gorgeous man, but even more so when he was relaxed.
"What the hell are you two talking about?" Patrick asked curiously, loving the brilliant smile on her face and the sound of her husky laughter. He also liked the blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Kitten and I did some role playing in the carriage, mate. She was a young maiden who serviced her loving king. I wish you could have been there to be a part of it but… " John responded nonchalantly, knowing full well that Patrick loved to engage in sexual role play. The British billionaire also knew by the look on the Irishman's face that, inwardly, he was pissed that he had missed it. Just to rub it in a little more, John licked his lips and lifted his own champagne glass, saying, "Long live the king."
"You fucking bastard," Patrick growled, his turquoise eyes turning a slight silver hue. How the hell did he miss role playing with Gillian? John knew that he liked to role play and would give his left nut to do so with the American.
"Patrick, are you upset?" Gillian asked, reaching her hand out of the blanket to grab his. Why the hell would the Irishman be upset with her and John for having sex in the carriage?
"Aye, a little," The Irishman honestly answered as his eyes met hers. Seeing the confused look on her face, Patrick reached out to stroke her flawless face. "I'm not angry at you, love, but John is being a bloody numpty. You, sweetheart, must promise me that we'll role play soon. There are many things I plan on doing to you sexually, but that is the top activity on my list. I have already purchased outfits for you to wear."
"Why, Mr. O'Malley," Gillian said, feigning shock as she snuggled back into John. "I had no idea that you could be so perverse. Exactly what role would you like for me to play?"
Patrick chuckled at her faux surprise. She had such a natural way of easing tension between John and himself. Needing her touch, the Irishman kissed her lips as his hand undid the clip holding up her midnight hair. Breaking the kiss, Patrick pulled back and said, "I can think of quite a few, actually. Schoolgirl, nurse, secretary…those are the three that I already have purchased. My fantasy would be to see you dressed up, tied up, and my cock buried deep in your wet cunt. Would you like that?"
Gillian felt heat spread across her cheeks as Patrick's gaze turned hot and intense. Slowly nodding her head yes, her pussy immediately became wet and her clit began to pulse as he spoke. She had secretly always wanted to role play, and she was so glad John had been receptive to it in the carriage. Gillian felt John's cold hands sneak into her blanket and begin to pluck at her nipples. Her eyes filled with lust as she watched Patrick begin to remove his tie and jacket. What the hell were these two planning?
"Does kitten want to come out and play with us?" John asked huskily in her ear as he opened the blanket wide so only Patrick could feast on Gillian's naked form. The Brit watched the Irishman's gaze lock on Gillian's glistening, wet cunt. As Patrick got up on his knees to remove his shirt, a devilish grin crossed John's face as his American began to squirm in his arms. His hands spread her legs open wider before his fingers found the nub between her pussy lips. "Tell Pat what you want him to do, baby."
"I want Patrick to lick my pussy," Gillian whispered breathlessly, her body on fire despite the cold night air. Nervously, her eyes darted around her as she added, "But the orchestra, baby. They are watching us."
John snapped his fingers. Luther appeared and quickly escorted the men from the threesome lying on the ground. Not one of them dared to look back at the intimate portrait the trio painted but all wanted to.
Knowing the African guard would ensure their silence, he said to Gillian, "The orchestra is gone, kitten. Now, tell Pat what you want again."
Gillian's eyes locked with the Irishman as she said, "I want you to lick my pussy, Patrick."
The golden Adonis said nothing to Gillian as he smiled and lay down on his muscular stomach between her opened legs. He then looped his bulky arms around her thighs and pulled her bottom forward slightly so he could access her delicious cunt. Patrick lifted his eyes a moment as he placed a kiss on each inner thigh before slowly running his tongue up her glistening pussy lips. He chuckled when Gillian moaned and a shiver ran through her lush body. His eyes once again found hers when her fingers found his blond, curly hair. In a husky, deep accent, Patrick said, "Tell me again what you want, kitty."