“See you later Kalina. Have a great time tonight.” I tell her as I clasp Leighton’s arm with my hand and drag him away from her stalking perverted eyes.
“Leighton, you have five seconds to find somewhere private or I am dropping to my knees her and sucking your cock in front of everyone. I don’t care who sees, but you are mine.” I tell him, trying to encourage his body to move quicker. But the thing is, I’m not kidding, I am just about ready to explode at the thought of unzipping his trousers and releasing his impressive cock, me getting to my knees and wrapping my lips around him.
“Ah-huh.” He struggles to reply, one hand desperately covering the significant bulge in his slacks, the other squeezing erotically at my barely covered arse cheek. My dress is riding up my thighs by the second and if he doesn’t get me into a private room soon every fucker in this house is going to see how wet and creamy I am for him.
He pulls me towards the kitchen and I want to scream and shout at him to oblige my request, to let me feast on him, but then he turns last minute, using one large hand to grasp the beautiful handle of a door and pulling it open.
THANK FUCK
. I shout inside my dizzy, frantic brain.
I hear the door click shut, and I don’t even give him a chance to lock the fucking thing before grabbing his face. I attack his mouth aggressively, all the pent up frustration at the slut face whore bag, attacks me. I penetrate his mouth with my tongue, licking and sucking at his own, eating at him like he will soon disappear if I don’t.
My hands roam his torso, scratching through his shirt on his chest and abs. I want to tear at the thing, pull it apart and see those perfect buttons fly everywhere, scattering noisily on the floor. I use my new nails to grip his firm pectorals, slightly digging into his skin. “Fuck,” I hear Leighton hiss between his teeth as my lips reach his neck again, licking, sucking and biting ferociously. I want to mark him, to show everybody, anyone that dares take him from me, that he is mine.
“Mine.” I suck a soft delicious spot behind his ear, my lips and tongue lathing the flesh as the blood began to pump to the surface and clot slightly.
“God, Angel.” I feel a surge of juice spill from me as his hand slips between us and strokes at my begging pussy through the delicate lace of my knickers. “God, Abbi, you are fucking dripping princess.” He pushes the material aside so he can rub at my clit; a friction that is so heavenly I think I might die, attacks me.
I slip my hand down between us, clinching to his wrist to remove him. It is hard to get myself to do it because fuck me, it feels so amazing, I don’t ever want to be away from the feelings he brings me, but I want to taste him, I need to taste that unique coating on my tongue or I might just kill someone.
I bring his hand up and collecting the other on the way I bring them together in one tiny petite grasp. “Put your hands behind your head Leighton,” I command him. Where this new dominant side of me has come from I have no clue, but I can see it is affecting us both in a way that yesterday’s fucking hadn’t. His cock is straining against the luxurious fabric of those suit pants, tenting it so harshly that I think the cloth is sure to tear.
With his hands placed firmly behind his head, and that arousing lump below his waist calling to me, I drop to my knees. I place my palms onto his thighs bringing my head down towards the linin covered cock. I rub my nose up the throbbing length, breathing in that glorious masculine scent. I can smell the beginnings of semen trickling from the slit of his dick. “So good.” I tell him as I bring my hands in line with his shining belt buckle and fumble quickly to release it. The leather makes a wonderful sound as I pull it through the loops of his trousers. I unzip the barrier between us, pulling the pants torturously slowly down his muscular thighs. Pulling his boxers down to meet the trousers around his ankles, I’m met with a sight that just takes every ounce of oxygen out of my lungs.
“Jesus, I keep forgetting how magnificent you look.” I tell him as I bend and swipe my tongue across the swollen head to collect the predicated pre-come pooling there. “Just as I predicted, beautifully sweet, but so manly it’s intoxicating.” Having said that, I attack him, smothering his impressive girth with my awaiting mouth. My lips seal around the edge, stretching to an almost painful amount to accommodate him. He is a good length, in some ways a little too big when deeper penetration occurs, but that girth, so filling and solid. God I want him in me so bad, my cunt aches horrendously for him, but I need to do this just as much, to own him and possess him. He is mine, god damn it, and he will know that before we leave this closet if it is the last mother fucking thing I do.
“Abigail.” He moans out, pushing his hips towards me as I lower myself onto him, taking him in as far as I can before slowly and tantalizingly pulling away. My lips grip him tight, my tongue circling him, my mouth sucking hardly on his glorious uncut dick. “Argghhh.” He moans loudly as my hand wraps around the uncovered pipe, stroking it just below the mouth covered section.
I feel his hands in my hair, gripping tightly, pulling slightly at the roots. The pain is fantastic, it makes my pussy spasm with delight, but I need to control this and I have asked him, commanded him to stay put.
I release him with a pop from the warm recess of my throat, looking up at him with my big blue eyes. I can guarantee they aren’t my usual bright, sparkling blue, but a deep, midnight sapphire, darkened with the flooding arousal that is atomic within my veins.
“Leighton, remove your hands and put them back where I have told you to keep them. You touch me again; I will walk out of this room with your clothes and leave your naked arse here.” I warn him, trying my hardest not to bite my lip the way I so desperately want to.
He removes them so quickly I am sure that he may have pulled a muscle in the process. They are back behind his tousled hair covered head; I can see the tensing of his bicep through his tight white shirt, his hand clearly clinging to his soft flicks of hair to control the need to take over.
“Good boy.” I tell him patronisingly, lowering my mouth towards him again and once again covering his shaft with my lips.
“Argghhh,” he moans once again, that noise clearly becoming top on his vocabulary list for today. I use only my mouth on his dick this time, my hands skimming around his thighs to the backs of them. I wrap my hands around the quad muscles there, feeling them stiffen as my touch ignites a spark within him.
I massage and knead the flesh of his legs as I swallow him, the tip of his swollen dick reaching my tonsils. He isn’t in my mouth entirely; I don’t want to gag on him. That will be embarrassing. To be so in control of this entire ordeal and then nearly throw up from gargantuan dick here, no thank you. I control the amount of his length I allow in, letting him graze the back of throat, sending that surge into my belly before pulling away, settling the sickening feeling.
“Shit, Abbi, Princess. Argghhh, That’s it angel, suck my dick nice and deep.” His husky clipped British tone is back, that aristocratic voice he adopted when aroused or angry. Those well pronounced words, those deep sounds vibrate through his entire body, through his cock and into my throat. They continue further down through my being and assault my cunt so violently I am sure I nearly cum.
My hands grip harder on his legs, keeping myself balanced as the balls of my feet hold me up. His hips are thrusting towards me, meeting my every plunge downward onto him. “Abigail, I’m going to cum sweetheart. If you don’t want me exploding down your throat I would move away now.” He warns me.
I dig my nails into the flesh of his thighs, hallowing my cheeks to suck him feverously into my mouth.
I want to taste him, to have his spunk coating my tongue and throat. “I’m coming.” He shouts as his body jolts forward so he is lodged inside of me. Holding himself still there, his dick pulses against my tongue, the muscle sending tingles through my body. My senses and every nerve ending spike and soar to life as his thick creamy cum coats my tongue and tonsils. “Argghhh, so good angel.” He whispers as his body shakes and shudders with sensitive shots of pleasure.
I look up to him, his pine tree eyes glossy and sparkling. His smile is sexy and wide, making me feel whole. I rise to my feet, my head in line with his neck. I lean up onto my tip toes and kiss his mouth gently, delicately moving my lips across his. I sigh into the kiss as once again I let his presence overwhelm and possess me. “Mine,” I simply state as I pull away from him, looking deeply into his eyes with my blue ones.
“Yours.” he states back, just as simply, kissing the tip of my nose.
I lean my head into his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso, the defined and hard muscles of his stomach and back greet my hold. His large comforting hands lands on my back as he wraps me in them, pulling me close and safe into him.
“You’re amazing, you know that, Abigail?” he tells me making me giggle girlishly.
“No, seriously, you are baby.” He reiterates his point whilst laying kisses on my head. I release my arms from around him, kissing him once sweetly on the mouth before bending to slide his trousers and boxers up his legs, re-threading the belt and clasping it closed with that overly shiny buckle.
I wink at him, taking his hand in mine and leading him from the closet. I feel comforted by his towering height and intoxicating heat as we walk through the kitchen.
I secretly hope Kali has seen us leave the cupboard together, that the smug bitch will realise he is mine. The satisfaction is as clear on his face, as the pope is catholic. It’s clear as fucking daylight that she’s fucked him, probably more than once by the way her slimy hands were all over him. There isn’t an ounce of doubt in my mind that she wants to go there again; she’d probably be content with fucking him in front of me just so she could have something that isn’t hers.
We return to the lounge. Sitting on the sofa opposite Maria, who is sitting between the twins, her tongue inside Brad’s mouth, Luke’s hand wandering up her thigh casually.
“Don’t let Antonio see that Abbi.” Leighton whispers to me as he pulls me against his side on the sofa. He points to the threesome sitting opposite, and I can tell he wants to laugh at his friends’ blatant erect dicks, but also wants to stop the whole ordeal because if Antonio did in fact see it, I can only imagine the mafia extreme hell he’d unleash on the pair of them.
I look around me, searching for Ant, to see if he is in the vicinity of the trio. I shake my head, trying not to smile as I find him in the kitchen.
“I think he’s a little preoccupied himself Leigh.” I point in the direction of the kitchen were Antonio has a leggy redhead on the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist. You can’t tell that their genitals are in fact out, but by the thrusting of Antonio’s hips, it is more than obvious that he is in fact fucking her. In Scott’s kitchen. On the counter he prepares food on.
“Yeah, I think he might be.” He stands, laughing at his horny friends. “I’m gonna grab a drink you want one?” he asks me.
“Yes please, a wine. Where’s Tom, haven’t seen him yet tonight?” I ask Leigh. Thomas is my best friend; I can count on him for anything. He is practically a brother to me and I love him with everything that I am.
“He’s with Nate, somewhere. Where? Don’t ask me?” he says, walking off towards the kitchen.
I stand, leaving my rather busy new friend to find my best friend.
I wander outside into the spring breeze, after searching the house with no luck, the only other place seems to be outside. I am stopped in my tracts rather quickly as I come face to face with a rather passionate Nate and Tom embracing.
Jesus, they are really eating each other. I can see their tongues mingling, their hands clasping desperately at each other, their erections rubbing vigorously together through the material of their trousers. Tom is in his usual smart suit and Nate in those dark jeans he loves paired with a nice tight top.
God, why is this making me so god damn hot?
I have never seen Thomas like this. He is in a frenzy, his passion and absolute arousal taking over him. One hand is wound tightly in Nate’s platinum hair pulling their mouths together, the other is now between them stroking at their hard cocks.
“I need you.” I hear Nate say to Tom, their lips now apart, their foreheads resting against one another.
It is beautiful, absolutely beautiful. If I had even thought for a second this was some quick drunken fling I was wrong. The utter devotion in their eyes as they look deeply at each other is heartwarming and stomach fluttering to say the least.
I couldn’t help the “aww” that left my throat as they gently place their lips to one another, softly, lovingly and tenderly.
Both of their heads snap my way, the mortification on their faces breaks my heart. I hope they aren’t embarrassed of their relationship, I hope they don’t feel they have to hide it, especially from me.
Nate moves away from Tom, walking away and trying to storm past me. His face is scarlet red, his fists clenched.
I grab his elbow as he comes level with me, turning him to face me, “Nate. Stop!” I tell him. He sighs sadly as he turns to face me. His eyes are glossy and teary. “Talk to me Nate. Why are you running away?” I ask him, my heart breaking for the guy. He is the oldest of the group, at thirty.
“Abbi, please, just leave it okay?” he asks quietly.
“No Nate, I can’t leave it. What you two have is beautiful, god it’s unbelievable. Why are you hiding this?” I have never been close to Nate, have never really had the chance to get to know him properly. Now is my chance, now is the time when he needs someone to convince him that what he is, and that what he wants isn’t wrong. So many gay men are treated appallingly for wanting the love of a man instead of the feel of a woman.
“Abbi.” He warns me, those ice blue eyes sad and alone.
“Nate, sit your arse down now.” I command him. It seems to have become a normal thing to do today so why not continue the theme and help a decent guy out.
He huffs, turns around and walks towards Tom, sitting on the bench he is already seated on.