BWWM Interracial Romance 2: Open Heart (4 page)

When they sat down, Ashley barely glanced at her menu at first. “You know,” she said, looking at him intently. “It occurs to me that you have not even mentioned anything at all about your career. What do you do for a living?” Tony held her gaze for a moment and then looked away, pressing his lips together and sighing.

“I’m the CEO of Beaumont Financial,” he said, meeting her gaze once more.

Ashley stared. He had to be lying. Beaumont Financial was a major investing and banking company—one of few that had never been implicated in any shady dealings. “You’re bullshitting me,” she said, shaking her head. “Look, I told you, you don’t have to work that hard to impress me; I haven’t been on a proper date in years.”

Tony laughed. “If I show you my driver’s license and business card, will you believe me then?”

Ashley considered it and nodded, deciding to at least call his bluff. Tony took his wallet out—and she saw the flash of a black American Express card; that in and of itself implied pretty vast wealth. He pulled out his driver’s license and extended it to her. The name on it read Anthony Beaumont—so far, so good. Ashley looked up and Tony produced a business card out of a breast pocket. It had the logo for Beaumont Financial, and bore his name—Anthony Beaumont, CEO. She handed the driver’s license back to him and sat for a moment.

“Either you’re the CEO of a Fortune 500 company,” she said, smiling faintly, “or you are very, very dedicated to maintaining the illusion.” Tony laughed out loud once more, shaking his head and waving away her skepticism.

Ashley was out of her depth slightly at the upscale restaurant, and while she didn’t like to not be in control, she gave into Tony’s suggestion that he order for them both; she reassured herself with the fact that he was a regular at the restaurant while she had never been there before. The meal was amazing—textures, surprises that Ashley would never have anticipated, flavors she had never tasted. It was clear to her that Tony was enjoying her surprise and delight in the meal almost more than he was his own experience, by the way he smiled and asked after her opinion on one dish or another. Each dish seemed to have a cocktail or a wine with it—and Ashley was grateful that the drinks that came with the meal weren’t very large. As it was, she found herself getting more and more tipsy as the evening wore on; she was able to stay coherent, and her judgment wasn’t impaired, but she didn’t think she should drive.

It was with relief then, that she accepted Tony’s offer to go home with him. She mentioned her car, parked in a garage, and he said he would make sure his driver brought her back to the area the next day, with plenty of money to pay for her overnight parking. In the worst-case scenario, Ashley thought, she could afford a cab out to where her car was parked, assuming that he didn’t live as far away as she did. Ultimately, though, she had decided that she could trust Tony to follow through on his promise; he was wealthy enough that he’d hardly be a penny the poorer for making sure she got home safely, and being wealthy, he wouldn’t want the bad publicity that would come along with Ashley telling the press that he’d left her stranded.

A few minutes after he made a phone call, the car arrived right outside of the restaurant, and Tony let her into it, his hand lingering at the small of her back. Between the rapport she had established with him and the alcohol that she had consumed, Ashley could feel herself already beginning to tingle all over, a slow, steady burn starting up between her hips, radiating into her stomach. Tony slid onto the seat next to her and told the driver to take them home using the scenic route, before he closed up the partition and turned on some low music.

“I had to have some privacy with you,” Tony murmured. He leaned in close and kissed her lightly on the lips, and Ashley felt an electric jolt of excitement shoot through her. Tony pulled back, his bright blue eyes fastening onto her. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said, looking serious and earnest all of a sudden. “Any time you want me to stop, I will.”

Ashley nodded, reaching out and wrapping her arms around his neck. She brought her lips to his once more, tantalized and intrigued by the short kiss he had given her before. In an instant, Tony was kissing her hungrily, running his hands over her body and Ashley moaned softly into his lips, twisting and arching into his caresses. It had been so long since she’d had sex; since she’d even kissed someone. In moments Ashley was trembling, breathless in Tony’s arms, pulling back from the kiss out of an instinct for self-preservation—she didn’t want it to stop, but she had to slow down. “Are you okay?” he asked her. Ashley opened her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to slow down the rapid beating of her heart.

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “I’m more than okay. Just… it’s been a while. I’m kind of overwhelmed.”

Tony nodded, and in a moment, he had settled next to her, gripping her hand lightly, his leg pressed against her leg, giving her a little space. Ashley glanced down and saw the contrast between his creamy skin and the darker burnt caramel of hers, fascinated by the dusting of golden-blond hair on his arm. Her racing heart began to slow, and Ashley looked at Tony, smiling slowly.

“Well I didn’t say stop altogether,” she teased him.

Tony raised a sandy eyebrow and reached out, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her into his lap, her legs dangling to one side of his. He reached up, releasing her hand, and cupped her face, pulling her down for another long, lingering kiss. He threaded his fingers through her hair carefully, and Ashley wondered if he knew just how sensitive her scalp was, with the braids fresh. He was gentle—not tugging or pulling, but carefully combing through her braids, his other hand slowly working its way over her clothes, mapping out the topography of her body.

Ashley moaned against Tony’s lips, rocking her hips against his. She let her hands wander over his chest, his shoulders, down along his flat abdomen, stopping short of the bulge in his tailored pants, hesitant. She was somehow aware of the fact that the driver was only a few feet away—even with the divider up, she wasn’t sure how much he would be able to hear, how much he would know of what was going on. Tony deepened the kiss, cupping her full breasts through her clothes, sending a hot spurt of pleasure through her body.

As she pulled back slightly, Ashley wondered if she was really making the right decision; Tony had been charming, but she couldn’t quite get the memory of his arrogance, shouting at Rosalie—at her—out of her mind.

“Is something wrong?” Tony asked her as she broke away from him, panting slightly. His hands dropped to her waist, his bright blue eyes staring into hers in the gloomy light of the back of the limo.

“It’s just—like I said, it’s been a while for me…” Ashley was trembling all over, a mixture of confusion and lust pounding through her body. She could handle a severely mangled patient without losing her cool—but a man treating her to a decadent dinner had the power to make her uncertain of herself.

“I can take it slow,” Tony murmured, kissing along her jaw lightly. “Tell me exactly what you want, Ashley, and I’ll do it—even if that means telling Ben to drop you off at home.”

Ashley’s pride asserted itself. She had made the decision to go home with him. She was going to see it through, even though she was a little scared of how intensely attracted she was to Tony. She let him continue kissing her, tilted her head back when he began to trail his lips along her throat, feeling the low, constant simmer of lust—ready to boil up at any moment—deep inside of her.

Tony was true to his word; he took things slow, caressing her all over but in respectful ways, never trying to push her beyond her comfort level. His hot fingertips grazed her thighs, brushing against her skin where the stockings ended but not moving up further. Ashley almost wanted him to take the liberty he promised he wouldn’t—almost wanted him to push himself onto her. She started to respond to his attentions, touching and exploring his body through his clothes, feeling a growing curiosity about what it would look like under all that fabric.

When they arrived at his house, Tony paused. “Do you want to come inside?” he asked her. “Ben can take you home.”

Ashley shook her head. “I want to,” she told him firmly. As wound up as she was, she couldn’t imagine the possibility of not going to bed with him—even if she lived to regret it later. Tony took her hand and pulled her out of the car, telling Ben he was off for the night, and quickly led Ashley across the driveway and through his front door, barely pausing to disarm the security system. They flew through the living room and up the stairs so quickly that Ashley couldn’t even truly discern what the house was like, only gathering the fleeting impression of luxury before Tony opened a door and brought her through it. He spun her towards a huge, sumptuous bed, not even bothering to close the door behind them, and launched himself onto it, nimbly landing next to her.

“Tell me what you like, Ashley,” he murmured, kissing her quickly. His fingers found the buttons along the front of her dress and started to work on them, and Ashley, trembling, couldn’t think of what to say; she threaded her fingers in his thick, pale hair, for a moment admiring the gold strands wrapped around her dark skin, before she pulled his face to hers for an even deeper kiss. She could feel the hard ridge of Tony’s cock pressing against her through his clothes, and knew that he had been holding back a great deal in the car; she thought with a flash of empathy that he had to be absolutely aching—she certainly was.

Tony finished unbuttoning her dress and pulled it open, revealing her full, lush breasts, not-quite-flat belly, and the pale pink lace of her panties barely covering her already soaking pussy. He looked down at her, his gaze feasting on every inch of her body before he brought it back up to her face. “Well?” he asked her playfully, kissing her lightly on the lips. “What do you like? I’ll do anything you want—anything at all.” Ashley blushed, biting her bottom lip.

“I—I don’t know, actually,” she admitted. “God I feel like a fucking virgin.” She laughed breathlessly, feeling no less embarrassed for the joke. Tony kissed her again, more firmly this time, his tongue probing her mouth hungrily.

“Then I will do what I do best,” he suggested, breaking away from her lips. Ashley shook, feeling anticipation and a kind of low dread—the feeling that she might somehow mess things up, that she might disappoint him.

Tony clearly had no thought of her being a disappointment, no doubts at all about her; he kissed along the column of her throat, nipping and licking, and Ashley was quickly too aroused to even entertain any insecurities, writhing as his hot hands trailed along her body. His lips moved down to her clavicles, to her breasts, and he brought them up to his mouth, finding her already-hardening nipples with his lips, sucking on them through the thin fabric of her bra until Ashley was crying out. She felt his tongue dancing against the sensitive nubs, flicking up and down, back and forth even as he sucked, sending hot jolts of electric pleasure straight to her pussy, making her wetter and wetter by the moment.

Tony lifted her up slightly, reaching around to her back and unhooking her bra with an ease that suggested a good deal of practice—but Ashley didn’t let herself think of that fact. He guided the bra away from her body and immediately buried his face against her full, heavy breasts, nuzzling and kissing her everywhere. Ashley writhed and twisted underneath him, reaching out to try to pull his blazer off, her hands clumsy as his mouth distracted her completely. His tongue flickered against her nipples—first one, then the other—and she cried out, arching up into him, grabbing his shoulders and squeezing in desperate need. “

I love the way you taste, Ashley,” Tony murmured, moving from one breast to the other. “Sweet and a little rich… I can’t wait to taste all of you.” Ashley felt his fingers hook in the fabric of her panties, and a moment later he was tugging them down over her hips, exposing her completely. She struggled to finish stripping off his jacket, throwing it aside and rushing to try to unbutton the shirt underneath, forgetting the necktie in her urgency. Tony chuckled and pulled himself up, giving her an amused glance as he pulled the tie free and unbuttoned his shirt for her, casting it aside in a moment.

Before he could return to his worship of her breasts, Ashley pulled his face back up to hers and kissed him hungrily, running her hands all over the smooth, velvety skin of his shoulders, touching the hard planes of his back. He had almost no hair on his subtly muscled chest, just a faint dusting right underneath his collar bones, and Ashley ran her fingertips against it, moaning into his mouth. Tony pulled back and started his descent once more, looking up at her as he lingered at her breasts. The sight of his golden hair shining against her dark skin was fascinating to Ashley—she had never been with anyone as pale as him before. Tony continued downward, kissing her abdomen lightly, nuzzling her hips, and then he was spreading her legs wide, slithering down between her thighs. Ashley was on fire, electric pleasure and anticipation crackling up and down her arms and legs, trembling with anticipation and need.

Tony skipped over her pussy, moving down to her inner thighs, pulling the stockings down slightly along her leg and kissing and nipping her sensitive skin. Ashley groaned in frustration, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling, careful not to hurt him too badly but unable to communicate what she needed so badly in any other way. Chuckling, Tony made his way upward slowly, and just when Ashley thought she couldn’t possibly stand the torture any longer, he spread her slick labia and buried his face against her, licking and lapping at her pussy as if he was starving—as if he intended to devour her. Ashley cried out, throwing her head back against the pillows, her hands going lax in his hair and then tightening once more as pleasure convulsed her. “Oh my god, Tony,” she moaned, as the slurping sound of his tongue filled her ears, the feeling of it lapping at her inner labia driving her to the edge of orgasm. He worked his way up to her clit, barely giving it a prod with the tip of his tongue before moving down to the well of her sex once more. He teased her that way for what seemed like hours as her hips pivoted and twisted underneath him, her body craving more contact.