God I need to lay off of the alcohol, and soon by the looks of things.
“Hmm, Craziest thing you’ve done during sex?” my little pep talk obviously doesn’t stop the verbal diarrhea from spilling forth from my mouth.
“If I said a foursome, would I sound like a complete pervert?” a little, I think to myself, but I kind of find it a complete turn on at the same time.
“Maybe a little, but that’s your business, and well, If I’m honest right now, I kind of think it’s hot as hell. Right next question; Have you ever had a gay experience?” he moves within his seat slightly, his obvious discomfort at the question. The blush spreads further across his skin, a clear indicator of the answer, but I want to hear the words leaving his sexy mouth.
He doesn’t answer for a short while; just twiddles with the glass in his grasp, the third glass of Scotch since starting this game, how many he had had before this point I have no clue.
“Come on Leighton, you’ve gotta answer, you agreed.” I’m giggling to myself at his avoidance to the question. Watching him squirm in his seat has to be one the most erotic things I have ever seen, especially considering the substantial bulge within his jeans.
“Yesss.” He answers quietly, the S hissing from between his clenched teeth.
“Did you enjoy it?” I immediately spill out. I just have to know, I needed to know.
“Really, you had to ask that. Do I really have to answer?” I can see in his blackening eyes that he really wants to stop playing this game. That he really needs to move away and take a cold shower.
I nod enthusiastically at him.
“Fuck, yes alright, I fucking loved it okay. Happy?” the stroppy attitude just makes me want to laugh harder, he is portraying the demeanor of a sixteen year old boy at this precise minute and it is hilarious to witness.
“Question number nine. Have you done it again since?” in my head all I can see over and over is Leighton, with another man, Maybe Antonio, Antonio is sexy as hell, so tall and muscly. And that voice, that beautiful Italian voice, is like liquid chocolate covered sex.
“Yes, I have.” Fuck, now that is hot. Every new thing I am learning about him makes me want to rip his clothes off all the more and jump upon him. Every sad thought from earlier is completely gone, replaced with a raging arousal that needs sating as soon as possible.
“That’s, erm, nice.” I answer nonchalantly. I can’t prevent the wetness from collecting within my knickers, the involuntary writhing my body was making to try and prevent the arousal from taking full force within my pussy.
“Question ten. What’s your favorite thing to do during sex?” this conversation is making me wet, in all the right places and it was bad, too bloody bad to be thinking these things about him. I might have had some imagined sexual contact with him two months ago, maybe I didn’t imagine it, but regardless he doesn’t want me like that.
“I like to control a woman, to own her pleasure. My favorite thing being orgasm denial, to get her to her peak, time and time again and refuse her to release before I say. I also love to restrain my sexual partners, have them begging and pleading me.” I can clearly see the bulge in his trousers and it looks incredibly uncomfortable.
“Right Leighton, this is question Eleven. What are you wearing under your jeans?” please say six pairs of boxers; please say that is what is concealing that magnificent cock I was hoping I had already seen? I beg to some unknown God to be kind to my sex deprived imagination. I don’t want to think that his dick is so close to the denim material sporting it, to think that the glorious head is scraping at the zipper. I want it locked away, unable to taint my aroused and flustered mind.
“Nothing,” He answers quickly, causing me to take a sharp breath.
Shit, why didn’t I prepare myself for that answer, it does nothing to tame the convulsing of my inner walls, the need building inside of me. I have begun to need him like the air around me.
“Is your dick hard?” I can clearly see it is, and my brain isn’t listening to the reasoning inside, the scotch now fueling all my cognitive functioning and speech.
“Yes.” He rearranges himself, trying to disguise his clearly huge length. He keeps his hand on top of his trousers to hide the beast from me.
“Question thirteen. When was the last time you had sex?” I bite my lip nervously, waiting on the impending answer, fidgeting uncomfortably on the seat, the leather sticking to my damp flesh.
“Two months ago.” I fucking knew it, I hadn’t imagined it. I wasn’t some crazy stalker hoping and wishing this incredible man had fucked her.
“So you must have a serious case of blue balls right now then?” I laugh at him.
“That’s question fourteen, and no I have a very capable hand and imagination.” God now that is something I would love to see, maybe in the shower, or on his bed, in fact just anywhere would be perfectly fine by me.
“Why haven’t you had sex in two months?” With his looks and body he should have a line of girls waiting and begging for him to acknowledge them for even a second.
“The truth?” he asks, confusing me.
The truth? Is he stupid? Of course the poxy truth. I didn’t want a lie, did I?
“Yes. That is the only rule of this game.” The sarcasm in my reply is oozing from me.
He sits for a while, clearly contemplating his answer. His hand fiddle with the tumbler clasped in it, his other hand repeatedly moves his dick aside, trying to get comfortable. A good minute passes before he answers.
“I couldn’t fuck someone else because you were in my head the whole time. I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Everything little thing about you.” I can feel my cheeks go red and the flushed feeling spreading across every inch of my skin. My insides clench and constrict, the warm heat that is spreading from within my womb to my pussy is like molten metal.
I clear my throat, trying to diffuse the situation that was escalating this second.
“Question sixteen. Do you get hard thinking of me, Leighton? Thinking of me naked and writhing beneath you?” my hormones are on speed, running rampant around my heated and horny body.
“Every God damn day.” His dark eyes are fused to me, eating me, and devouring me whole.
The scotch we are both consuming, like it is water, is clearly dissolving all inhibition and morals we hold because we have both become hormonal teenagers.
“Do you want to fuck me, Leighton?” I don’t even think twice about asking the question, it slips from my lips along with the air I exhale.
“Yes.” I can see the scotch in his blood stream and the wood beneath those tight jeans driving him insane.
“Three more questions left. Do you like girl’s shaven?” I take care of my pussy; it is always shaven bare, clean and neat. If the occasion occurs I don’t want the man between my thighs to turn away disgusted. I am always ready.
“Yes.” His one word answers tell me everything I need to know. His brain is fighting to stop him from jumping me, from taking me there on the couch.
“Did we have sex two months ago, Leighton? Did you fuck me?” I need to know I wasn’t imagining it. That I hadn’t just made up some fantasy to get me through each day.
“Yes, we did.” I knew it. The wanker had pretended nothing had happened.
“Do you want to fuck me now, Leighton?” I question him, standing up and unzipping my dress, letting it full to the floor. My barely there red lace bra and thong set underneath. My bare shaven pussy is clearly visible through the sheer material.
I stalk towards him like a lioness hunting its prey, ready to pounce and swallow him entirely.
“Yes. I want to fuck you now, Abigail.” I climb onto his lap and straddle him. My full breasts in line with his face, his erection rubbing against my clit as his hands slowly glide up my thighs.
“You want me to ride you, Leighton. You want to be buried deep inside of me. Making me scream in ecstasy, and coming around your cock?” I hear him hiss through his teeth, his eyes closing and his jaw clenching tight.
His warm breath is rapid against my bare chest, the little fine hairs rising on end. My skin is tingling all over from his hungry gaze. My nipples pucker, preparing for the attention they are going to receive.
“Fuck.” I hear Leighton moan out before he lifts me off of him and carries me to his room.
Reaching his bed he slams me into the mattress, his magnificent form on top of me, his erection rubbing me vigorously through the lace.
His hands reach to cup my tits, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh.
“Please, Leighton, fuck me.” I command him. My hand moves down between our bodies and grabs ahold of his stealthy erection. My hand fumbles with the stiff button under the smattering of hair leading to his hard dick.
Pulling the zip down, I push my hand into the tight confinements, seeking out the beast trapped within.
“Jesus, Abbi, Take my jeans off now.” My mind is running at a million miles per hour, all I can think of is if this is really happening? Am I finally going to get to feel the hardness of him within my aching cunt once again?
He stands and practically rips his clothes from his body. His erection springs free when he pulls his jeans down. Jesus, it seems so much bigger than last time.
He rolls a condom over his very erect penis and then crawls on top of me once more.
“I’ve missed this pretty fucking pussy. I really want to taste you, but I need to be in you, like you needed me inside of you two months ago.” Before I can reply he slams into my soaking depths.
“Shit, fuck, that’s so deep.” I cry out louder than meaning to. He is to the hilt inside of me, practically in my womb. His rhythmic strokes rub a spot inside of me I didn’t know even existed.
“You’re so fucking tight Babe. So” he slams forward then retreats “fucking” the same again “tight.” He grabs my hips and angles me off the bed slightly, allowing a deeper penetration.
“You want to tie me down, Leighton? You want me bound and begging for you to fuck me hard?” I scream out as my lust for him drives me insane.
He growls at me before pulling out, flipping me over, lifting my arse off of the bed and slamming home again.
My climax is a few thrusts away.
Bang, bang, bang! Jesus. I see stars, the world blurry and the feeling out of this world. “Fuck, Leighton, I’m fucking coming.”
“That’s it Abigail, cum around my cock, while I’m deep inside your beautiful cunt.” I love his dirty talking, his dominant attitude and downright filthy language.
His pounds become harder than they already are as he digs his fingers into my hips.
“I’m gonna cum soon, babe.” His hand connects with my arse cheek with an almighty crack. My body jolts from the bed, pushing against the contact, begging for more.
Fuck that felt so good, the stinging after effect spreading through me. Another orgasm approaches me fast.
“I’m going to cum again, Leighton, fuck me harder. Spank me, God damn it.” I beg him.
I grind myself backwards against his slams, creating the perfect rhythm. My arse connects with his pelvis with every thrust.
His hand connects with me again in a quick succession of three.
I hit my peak and begin to tumble fast and hard downwards, hitting face first into the soft bedding below.
“I’m coming, Leighton.” I scream at the top of my lungs.
Leighton stills inside of me, I can feel his cock pulsing inside my soaking core, sheathed by the condom.
“I’m coming, Abigail, can you feel me deep inside of you? It feels so fucking good baby. Argghhh.” He moans in to my ear, his chest and toned stomach connecting with my back.
His deep pants soon start to settle.
He rolls off me, pulling out of me. I turn myself over onto my back to get some oxygen into my lungs.
I see him tying the removed condom and throwing it into the waste basket.
“That, was, amazing.” Leighton says breathy.
I nod, closing my eyes.
“I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again, Abbi. Never. You’re safe with me.” he tells me as he lies back down, pulling me into his side.
My head is resting on his chest, my hand playing with the smooth muscly skin of his body, covered with perfect black ink.
His hand runs up and down my back, soothing me. He plants soft kisses on the top of my head.
“Leighton, why did you not mention that we had sex two months ago? I kept thinking I’d imagined it because you acted like it never happened.” I need to know.
“Because, firstly, we were drunk Abbi, I didn’t want you to remember the first time we slept together like that. Secondly, I’d known you a day, it shouldn’t have happened, you weren’t in the right place, I didn’t want you to think I used you for a quick fuck. Don’t get me wrong it was amazing, out of this world actually, but I just wanted it to have been a bit more special, not just some drunk quickie. I’m sorry you felt I was trying to deny what happened.”
“It’s okay, I just thought I’d made some make pretend world were everything was right to only find out it wasn’t. I like you Leighton, I really do. I just, I hope that the world isn’t gonna tumble down on me.”
“Nothing is going to happen Babe. I won’t let it. Over these past couple of months you have become special to me. Really special.”
It’s this moment in time when I realise it, a hundred percent.
I love him.
I know I do. I think I have loved him from the moment I saw him, the moment he rescued me in the alley.
“Sleep now, angel. Good night.” he pulls me tighter to him, I breathe in his scent and come out with the words before I have time to stop myself.
“I love you, Leighton.” I cringe waiting for him to answer.
I wait and I wait. Thinking he’s either going to throw me out of bed or laugh at me.
“I love you too Abigail, I didn’t think I could, but I do.” I cry, like a little girl I fucking cry. The last time somebody had told me they loved me was three years ago, the day before David left, the day I didn’t even say it back.
“Hey, what’s wrong? I tell you I love you and you cry. What’s wrong?” he smooth’s the hair from my face, now wet from my flowing tears, kissing my forehead as he tries to calm me.