Deliverance (The LockDown Series Book 1)

by Dobson, Shannon

  “Just forget it Leighton. Let’s just enjoy our night okay.” I lean in and kiss his cheek.

  “Okay babe, just, you’d tell me if something was wrong wouldn’t you?” His job has caused him to have some deranged amount of paranoia and it is rather irritating. I have been with him for all of 24 hours and he is already questioning my attraction and love for him. He needs to realise, and rather soon, that not everybody is out to get him, not everybody is going to hurt him.

  “Yeah, sure,” I answer quickly, still feeling pissed off at the thought of his activities today.

  We pull into a beautiful, large cottage, slap bang in the middle of the Surrey countryside.

  “Are all of your friends rich, Leighton?” I ask him, shocked.

  “Hmm, kind of yeah.” He smiles shyly back at me.

  We all exit the limo, thanking the driver as we get out. Leighton takes my hand and leads me to the entrance of the cottage. Ivory sweeps up the front and around the door like some kind of fairytale setting.

  Without knocking Leighton opens the door and walks in, the noise level already ear splitting.

  “Leighton my man.” I hear him before I see him. Scott.

  “Happy birthday mate.” He gives him a man hug and slap on the back. I can see the eye roll Scott gives as he feels my boyfriend surround him; I recognise the eye roll as that of pleasure as I often gave it myself.

  “Cheers pal, grab yourselves a drink. There’s trays going around or there’s some drinks in the kitchen. Help yourselves. Abbi you look beautiful as always.” I nearly puke in my mouth, as he leans forward and kisses my cheek. I can feel his daggers pointing at me the entire time.

  “Cheers,” I reply. “Happy birthday.”

  “Why thank you.” At that I walk away and leave Leighton talking to him. I need a drink, and a strong one at that if I am to survive being around Scott and his green eyed monster all night.

  I grab Maria’s hand and drag her towards what I expect is the kitchen. My alcohol needy brain is spot on with its compass, because I walk into the large open area containing an oven, hob, fridge and other kitchen appliances.

  “I need a drink before I say something I’ll regret,” I tell her, grabbing the bottle of tequila and taking a shot of it, then cracking a beer open and swallowing the contents of it.

  “Why what’s up?” She seems confused at my mood, her eyes searching around for Brad and Luke. Her interest in them is very poorly hidden.

  “Scott.” I roll my eyes in a huff.

  “I get it, he’s a creep. The amount of times I’ve had to remove myself from his presence, he just doesn’t understand no.” She takes her own shot and beer and then we leave the kitchen with a glass of wine each.

  I look to her confused. “No, it’s not that, he doesn’t ever make advances. It’s just it’s clear as daylight that he wants Leigh and now I’m the centre of his jealousy, he won’t quit with the evil eyes and hate.” I tell her, already trusting her enough. When I think back to the admittance of Leighton’s bisexual tendencies I begin to wonder whether he and Scott had been together a few times. It is logical and explains a lot.

  “He and Leighton have always been close so it does explain some things. They always go everywhere together; Scott is always on his tail like a bloody puppy dog. It’s stupid, but at one point I wanted nothing more than to have that attention from Scott, but after I grew tits and he noticed me, he became the sleaziest slimiest bastard I ever met. Maybe he’s compensating for being gay,” she explains to me, making me feel a little sorry for him. It must be hard to be in his shoes, wanting something but never having it.

  We wander the floor until we find a lounge area with a free sofa; we take a pew and begin to chat away like age old friends.

  “Fuck me, have you seen Luke and Brad tonight?” She begins fanning herself. “They look so sexy, this isn’t good Abbi. I need them too much right now.” She begins to squirm in her seat, and I don’t blame her. Those twins were delectable and so fricking sweet.

  “Yeah they are pretty sexy. Don’t tell Leighton I said that.” I whisper the last part.

  “I promise.” She holds her pinky out for me to take, and then promises me the only legitimate way we girls know.

  I glance around the room looking for Leighton. My heart constricts in my chest as I see him standing talking to some tanned, leggy girl, her tits far too large, her eyelashes batting far too much and her hands against his chest as her head tilts back in a laugh. I wanted to rip her fucking hair out right then and that was before she reached up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek.

  “What the actual fuck?” I say quite aggressively, “Who the fuck is that Maria?” She looks to me and then the direction my venomous eyes are fixed on.

  “Ergh, that’s Kali, Kalina Petrov. She has been hanging around Leighton like a bad fucking smell for well over a year now. Daddy’s some rich Bulgarian MP or something and she shits fucking diamonds. But if I were you I’d put the nasty little whore in her place before she digs her claws into him anymore than she already has.” She nods towards them, Leighton’s hand is resting on her lower back as he stands beside her, leaning in to hear what she’s saying.

  “I fucking will. Jesus! And Leighton, what the fuck is he doing letting her be all over him like that?” I ask Maria, knowing a hundred percent men in relationships don’t act that way.

  “Hey, Abbi,” she grabs ahold of my arm as I stand to walk over, steam literally blowing from my ears. “Don’t be too hard on Leigh, he’s just a guy, and he doesn’t know boundaries. He likes to be friendly to everyone. In his eyes he’s probably doing nothing wrong,” she tells me, having known Leighton most of her life I am willing to listen to her and give him the benefit of the doubt, but her, that tanned slutty bitch, her I can tell to back off.

  I walk over to him, slipping my arm around his waist and kissing his cheek.

  “Do you want a drink baby?” I ask him, accentuating the baby part. He slips his arm across my shoulders, pulling me to him and placing a kiss on my head.

  “No I’m good babe, I’ve got a beer. Abbi meet Kalina; she’s a friend of mine. Kalina this is my girlfriend Abigail.” I see and hear her snobby little scoff at me, her head turning away in disgust. I already want to reach out and grab her face, to make it collide with my knee to get her to show someone or something other than her vagina, respect. Even now looking at the way she is behaving, I am sure she’d been fucked more than a whore in a brothel.

  “Nice to meet you, Kalina,” I say overly enthusiastically, pushing my hand out towards her to shake hers. If she is a friend of Leighton’s, I am probably expected to see her around him again, I should at least make the effort to get to know her. Yes, that’s right everyone, I’m being a mature adult.

  I feel Leigh squeeze my shoulder a little, obviously happy to see me being adult about this. His support is welcomed. It makes me feel a millions meters tall to know he isn’t flirting with her and is with me.

  She ignores my welcoming hand and just turns her eyes up to look at Leighton. I am feeling angry, beyond angry in fact, at her obvious ignorance to me being his girlfriend. I think it a bad idea to use my heel to cave her skull in, so instead I play her at her slutty little game and lean up on my tip toes. I kiss the side of Leighton’s neck, nipping his ear lobe with my teeth before whispering seductively into his ear. “Baby. I need you. To fuck me. Right now.” I feel him tense beside me, a loud gulp being forced down. His green eyes are wide and aroused.

  “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 here 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 begins 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 linen 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 the point of almost painful, 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 hard 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, 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 my 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 adopts 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 land 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.