“Well I’d leave soon, when Ant finds you, you’ll be dead so I’d go now, he’s a little preoccupied at the moment so now is perfect timing. I’ll let him know your dropping her off home, kay?” he tells Luke, shaking his hand.
“Cheers mate.” They both stand taking Maria’s hand. She leans in and gives me a hug causing them to let go of her hands.
“Thank you for today Abbi. You’re so wonderful. I’m going to go and have sex finally, with two people. WOOP!” She says that a little loud causing the men to laugh.
“Just be safe sweetie. Give me a text tomorrow okay. It was lovely meeting you too Maria. Night.” The three of them leave, both men holding a hand each.
We find Antonio, interrupting his little fuck fest in the kitchen, now with the redhead and a blonde.
“Ant mate,” Leighton taps his shoulder. “Just to let you know Luke and Brad are dropping Maria off on the way home, she’s a little tired. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night bro,” Antonio replies, still finger fucking the girl spread open on the kitchen countertop, whilst his cock thrusts into the other sitting next to her.
Leighton giggles at his friend’s openness and total ignorance to anyone around him able to watch.
We leave the party, hand in hand, getting into the limo and cuddling into one another.
I awake to the delicious scent of bacon drifting through the house, my stomach grumbles a sound I don’t even recognize to be human in reaction to the food. The empty pit, known as my stomach, is begging for some kind of relief. I decide I’ll oblige to its orders, not that it needed to order me, I would have moved regardless. I get up from the comforting depths of the feather pillows and duvet surrounding me and make my way to the toilet.
I relieve myself as usual and tie a dressing gown around my curvy frame, snuggling the fluffy wool into me.
When I get to the kitchen I take my usual space at the island, reaching on tip toes to shuffle my bottom onto the high stool. I rub my tired eyes to clear my blurry vision. Leighton stands at the counter, spatula in hand, apron wrapped around his spectacular muscular frame, bacon spitting away in the frying pan and a cup of coffee placed beside him on the counter.
He looks so domesticated and beautiful. I swear he is carved from pure perfection. It is just not normal for somebody on this earth to be so flawless and breathtaking.
His full lips take the odd sip of the brown liquid, licking the remnants off after. He is oblivious of my arrival.
I get off my chair and approach him from behind, wrapping my hands around his frame and resting my head against his back, his heat enveloping me. He jumps a little and then relaxes into my hold. “Good morning. Bacon?” his husky morning voice, with a slight croak, sends delicious sparks through me.
“Hmm, as long as it’s in bread, with ketchup then definitely.” After the ordeal yesterday, I really needed to just unwind and relax. My head aches from the pulling of my hair, it throbs like mad after the crap night’s sleep I endured.
I ponder through thoughts of the skanky bitch I met last night, thinking to myself of how to approach the subject of her with Leighton, eventually deciding on being straight.
“So about Kalina, I really don’t like her,” I tell him, trying to hide the giggle I know would come. I think it is blatantly obvious I don’t like her, everyone at that party had seen it.
“Hmm, figured as much,” he winks at me, “I have a small feeling she won’t be bothering either of us again after your mega arse whooping.”
“Let’s hope so, because I don’t think I could bear seeing her again and not smash her face through. Why does she think she’ll get away acting the way she was? It was totally cringing to see,” I tell him, shivering at the remembrance of Kalina’s desperate pleas to my boyfriend.
“It was a little silly to be honest. It wasn’t like we were together before. We had a short fling for about a month and she thinks she owns me now,” he tells me, flipping his bacon in the pan to make it that extra bit crispy.
“She needs mentally assessing Leighton,” I confess. It isn’t normal for someone to be so obsessed with another person. She was dangerous last night.
“Glad we agree,” he says, as he flips the bacon once again. I swear he is doing it to wind my hungry stomach up. “She’s been unstable for a while, always hanging around waiting for me.” Just what I need in my life, a crazy deranged stalker for my boyfriend.
“Hurry up with that sandwich Mr. Lock, your girlfriend is hungry,” I tell him, wanting this conversation to now end, as I am becoming agitated and angry.
“Ok, ok, I’m hurrying. This is new to me you know, I’m not exactly the world’s best cook.” He butters two slices of bread, smothering them in tomato sauce and then adds some bacon.
Sliding the sandwich across the table to me skilfully, he winks. “As requested Ma’am.”
“Why thank you kind sir, what would Sir like as payment for this splendid meal?” I ask him jokingly. The atmosphere in the room has changed drastically.
“Hmm well, when you’ve finished your food I know something else your mouth could be used for, after last night I’m afraid I have claim on it whenever I like. It is somewhat magical.” I remember the blow job I gave him in the closet yesterday; he had tasted like pure fucking heaven.
“I think I can manage that Sir.” I rush my sandwich wanting him in my throat again, my brain creating images within that should be illegal.
“You have the hottest mouth I have ever known.” I can see his hooded eyes staring at me, sizing me up like prey.
I finish the last of my food and place my plate in the dishwasher, and then I exit the kitchen without a word and make my way up to the bedroom. QUICKLY.
Getting to the bed I strip myself of the gown and climb onto the sheets, slipping my hand between my thighs and stroking my already soaking pussy. My spare hand finds my breast and begins to knead at it, squeezing and rolling the nipple.
The spasms that rake my body every time my finger glides over my clit has my body pouring sweet liquid, lubricating me.
I push three fingers through the barrier for the first time today, but most probably not the last. I rotate them and probe my g-spot to the point that my entire body arches from the bed. Loud cries tear from within my throat. The hand grasping my tits falls between my legs as well, stroking vigorously and violently at my clit whilst I fuck myself with my slender digits.
I’m done for. An orgasm with the energy of the atomic bomb in Hiroshima hits me. Sweat protrudes from my face and chest, tears spring into my eyes, falling into my hair, my body tenses and convulses as if having a seizure.
“Fuck. That is so sexy.” Leighton is naked by the time he reaches my head on the bed. Climbing up on me, his dick in hand, he prods at my lips, begging for me to open up for him.
“Take me princess; take me deep in that sexy mouth of yours.” And I fucking do, I grasp his firm steely erection in one hand and fill my mouth with as much of him as I can, which surprisingly, in the restricting position, is a lot.
His hands find either side of my head, grabbing handfuls of my blonde locks, entwining them within his long fingers. He uses this as a little leverage to ram himself inside of me, hitting the back of my eager throat.
“Aww fuck, that is so good, suck me harder baby.” My mouth hallows around his shaft, sucking as he withdraws.
My free hand grabs a handful of his glorious arse, squeezing his cheek, raking my nails down the flesh.
I let my fingers roam his arse, quickly seeking out his tiny puckered hole. I bring my hand down between my legs, gathering some wetness from my slick opening and bringing it up to lubricate his anus.
Pushing past the tight barrier, I penetrate the opening with a single finger. Breaching the first ring of his tight muscles, I continue the journey inwards. Fully inside I seek out the walnut shaped gland there.
I continue the attack on his dick with my mouth, sucking hard and stroking the
satiny length in my tight fist.
I find his prostate and begin to massage the gland.
“Holy shit.” Leighton arches from me, his cock slipping slightly from my lips; his hiss of absolute pleasure encourages me to continue. “Oh, oh God baby, that’s too good. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, suck me dry. Swallow it all.”
I stroke him and suck him harder; probing his arse as I milk his cock. Suddenly his cum floods my throat with a vengeance. I don’t stop massaging his prostate though, I continue, resulting in his orgasm continuing for well over a minute, the whole time my mouth filling with salty cream, his dick refusing to stop squirting.
He releases his hard clasp on my hair, slipping his softening cock from between my lips. I remove my finger from his arse and pull him down my body. Taking his mouth with my own, I kiss him hard, slipping my tongue into his soft warm mouth.
With the taste of spunk still on me, Leighton laps at the remains of his own orgasm, the idea so fucking sexy I almost cum on the spot.
I release his mouth and push him down my body. “My turn.” He gladly obliges and wiggles his way between my thighs.
This will be the first time he has gone down on me, the first time I would feel his warm tongue on my clit and lapping my pussy.
“You have the sexiest fucking pussy ever; all shaven, completely wet and totally delicious. I can’t wait to taste you baby. You better be fucking ready.” Oh I am Leighton, I fucking am.
“I was ready a year ago, now lick my pussy,” I demand him, needing my own release so much I’d probably kill anyone who interrupts me right now.
“Well I’m at your service. Now spread those thighs a little more baby, I want to see all of you.” Spreading my thighs with my hands, he uses the opportunity to spread open my labia and rub his thumb along the inside of my lips, avoiding my clit completely.
He teases and torments the wet surrounding of my aching hole and clit, deliberately missing the crucial areas I so desperately crave him in.
“Seriously Leighton, you need to make me cum, like now, before I fucking kill you.” It’s almost a cry as it leaves my lips; but all he does is laugh at me in that sexy way of his..
“Patience is a virtue baby.”
“Patience can take a leap ‘baby’,” I scream at him. I grab his head and bring it down hard on my pussy. “Now eat my cunt.”
He quits his teasing and just outright kills me, assassinating me on the spot. Pushing three fingers inside my wet and wanton pussy teasingly and painfully slow, he rotates and then rams in and out. His tongue laps the length of me, from my juicy opening to the bundle of needy nerves.
Flicking his strong tongue over my clit, he sends shivers through my entire body, a piercing scream leaving my throat as I cum around his fingers and mouth. “Fuck baby!”
“That’s it, cum on my face princess, I want to taste you.” I ride his mouth, his tongue prodding at my clit, his fingers fucking my tight pussy more and more.
Jolts of sensitivity sear through my body as my orgasm finishes, each touch releasing a tender shot of pleasure.
“So. FUCKING. Good.” I puff out, regaining some order of self.
“Hmm yes, you do taste fucking delicious.” He licks his shimmering lips, smothered in the aftermath of my orgasm.
“Kiss me; I want to taste myself on you,” I demand him, breathy and deep.
His eyes roll at the thought. I lean forward, grabbing his face with both my hands. I smash my lips against his, devouring his mouth, tasting my orgasm on him, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat.
He pulls me on top of him, his dick already jutting forward begging for further attention. Lifting me up with his strong arms around my waist, he brings me down painfully slow onto his cock.
“Ride me Abbi; I want to see those gorgeous breasts bouncing.” I lift my entire body off of him then slam down hard, impaling myself on him.
“Hmm so tight and wet, you are so fucking sexy.” The animalistic growls leaving his throat emboldens me and I ride his cock like a fucking cowgirl, grinding my clit against his pubic bone and then bouncing up and down. I alternate between the grinding, hip moving and full on bouncing on his length.
“Are you ready to take my spunk baby? I’m going to fill that cunt right up.” His hands grip my hips and as I lift off of him he brings me down hard onto his dick, hitting my cervix and sending me over the peak of my orgasm.
“I’m coming Leighton.” I can feel his own release pulsing inside me, moans and grunts falling from his lips. “I can feel your cum, you’re so hot.”
I collapse onto his chest, his sweat coating my cheek. I kiss his pectorals and brush my fingertips over the muscle.
After a while of laying in his arms, his chest pillowing my head, I tell him, “I need to go to the doctors today.”
“Why’s that Abbi? Do you feel sick?” He seems worried. Why is it that all men over react? It drove me insane when David used to do it, now here I am finding another girl.
“I’m fine Leighton, stop over reacting. I need to get myself on contraception, because as much as I love you I don’t really want to have a baby just yet.”
“That sounds ok, but I kind of would like to bring a little Leighton or Abigail into the world.” Leighton’s face seems to lighten up a little thinking of a few rugrats running around the place.
“Maybe one day, a long way away. We’ve only known one another for just over two months, only been official for two days. I kind of want you to myself for a little while longer.” I smile up at him trying to reassure his obviously over thinking brain.
“Okay baby.” Leighton’s warm lips kiss the top of my head, pulling me into him.
After following our new routine of showering together, fucking against the wall and getting dressed together I leave the house, driving the Audi R8 to the doctors I have been signed up to.
The GP prescribes me the progestogen-only pill, after giving me a thorough lecture on making sure to take it at the same time every day without fail. This pill will stop my periods eventually and help me with the migraines I have been suffering with since I started my periods. I’m not going to complain about the lack of period because it is a Godsend really.
I don’t see Leighton anywhere when I get home. I text Maria to make sure she had a good night and got home safe.
Hey Hun,
It’s Abbi.
Did you get home safe, I didn’t get a text?
How was it ;)?
A X
By it, I mean the almighty threesome she had signed herself up for. In my head I was kind of jealous, the thought of those muscley, beautiful men taking her at the same time, filling her every need and desire, damn it makes me all kinds of hot.
Hey Hun,
Let’s put it simple shall we?
I’m still at theirs.
It was UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE!!!!
I cannot walk.
We will have lunch one day next week and I will tell you everything.
M X
Damn lucky girl. I text her back one last time.
I want every last dirty little detail.
Have a good day and stay safe.
A X
I spend the day cooking some dinner in the slow cooker, baking Leighton’s favourite chocolate covered ginger biscuits, and catching a few rays on the balcony in the spring sun.
At five o’clock, four hours after coming back from the doctors, Leighton arrives home, in a foul mood. His knuckles are cut and he has a split eyebrow.
“What happened to you?” I ask him, getting slightly annoyed at the constant marring of his perfect body.
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.” He walks past without even kissing me, straight into his bedroom. That did nothing but piss me off majorly.
Half an hour later he emerges, changed into low hung sweat pants, the perfect man V of muscle visible, it makes me want to lick every delicious inch of his body. His hair is still
dripping a little from his obvious shower, the droplets falling onto his chest and then trickling down his abs.
I lick my lips, and look at him with my lustful eyes. I can’t stay mad at him for long when he looks so damn fine.
“So what did you get up to today?” he asks me.
“Cooked, cleaned a little and sunbathed on the balcony, the spring really is rather beautiful this year, pretty hot too. I need a little color, I’m too pale.”
“No you do not. Your skin is beautiful. So creamy and soft.” He finally walks over to me and lifts me in his arms, placing me on the sideboard in the kitchen. He leans down and brushes my wild tendrils from around my eyes before kissing me passionately. Slipping his strong tongue into my mouth he consumes me entirely.
“I missed you.” He puts his head into my neck and breathes me in. “You smell so good.”
I hear the stew boiling a little too wildly “Fuck, dinner.” I try wiggling off the side, but he traps me in trying to conceal a laugh “Leighton, move,” I command him, pushing gently on his chest. He eventually lets me go, my body sliding off the edge of the marble effortlessly.
I run to the slow cooker, which I’d turned up a little when he got home and had forgotten to keep an eye on it, oops my bad!
So, what does Leighton do in reaction to my mental five seconds? That’s right, the fucker laughs at me.
“You want burnt food you fucker?” I ask him tossing a tea towel at his sexy head.
“I’m sure your food would still taste yummy burnt.” Flattery will get him nowhere.
“Stop being a charming bastard and butter some bread, I bought a fresh loaf on the way home.”
“Yes ma’am.” He mock salutes me making me roll my eyes at his childlike behaviour.
I serve us a bowl of stew each, leaving them to cool by the window whilst I take the now golden biscuits from the oven and put them on my trusty heat rack.
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