Total LockDown (LockDown #2) by A.T. Smith Page A

centring in one massive
fucking pole that is hard enough to break a brick wall.
    I release
Scott’s lips, biting at his lower one hard as I push him down to his knees on
the hard, uneven surface of the alleyway ground. “Suck my dick, Scott.”  I say
in my controlling, Dominant voice, no leeway, no room for disobedience or
refusal. He is going to take me in his mouth even if I have to open his jaw and
fuck it myself.
    He doesn’t think
twice about my command, he wraps his strong rough hand around my dick and
strokes me fast and hard, the movement sending delicious sensitive tremors
throughout my hot, horny body. His mouth descends onto me. As I watch, his lips
part and his tongue dart out, I can't resist grabbing his head and thrusting
myself within the waiting space. He chokes on me the first time my length hits
the back of his throat, unprepared for me. “Oh fuck, that’s too good. I'm going
to fuck this mouth, Scott, and then I'm going to fuck your arse.” He looks up
at me through his hazel eyes, his head bobbing up and down saying yes to me.
    His grip
tightens and his mouth seals around me as he sucks me with such ferocity I am
soon going to explode. I need to save that for fucking him, I need to be inside
him when he pushes me over the edge.
    “Ahh, god yes.”
My fingers are roaming his perfectly styled hair, pulling at the strands as I
plough into his mouth.
    I am just about
to reach my climax when I abruptly pull out of his wet wanting mouth. “Enough stand.”
I help lift him up from the hard ground, his body once again, against mine. His
dick rubs against mine vigorously. The friction of his heated skin touching me
has me moaning in his ear. I bite his lobe as I whisper, “I'm going to fuck you
now, Scott, and I’m going to fuck you hard. I am not going to use lube. I want
to feel you around me. Turn around.”
    I grab both his
arms and fling him around so his sculpted back is to me, hidden beneath the
cotton t-shirt clinging to his defined and contoured body. How Abbi ever turned
down his advances is beyond me. The guy is pure and utter sin, his hair always
so perfect, his eyes twinkling with primal raw lust, his body hard as stone and
toned as fuck, and his dick? Well let’s just say I’ve never complained about
that factor.
    I push him to
the wall again, his body parallel to the brickwork, his arse slightly bent
towards me. His erection is obviously making it hard for him to go completely
flat; he is trying to accommodate the beast. I press myself close to him, my
body moulded to his, chest to back, my dick pressed between the crack of his
arse, slipping across the tight hole, teasing and tormenting him. It is a
fucking agonising torture for me, not to slip inside him, but I want to relish
in this, make him pay a little for his attack on me inside the club. He knows
who is in charge when it comes to us; I am always top, always. The only person
on this planet, who has ever had any control over me, is Abigail. That girl
controls my heart, every single beat of it. Every thump that has the blood
flowing through my veins is for her.
    I can feel his
arse cheeks clenching around my dick, trying to pull me further inside or
trying to stop me entering, which one I have no idea. “Relax for me, Scott. You
know it will hurt if you don't, and mate, I’ll be in this arse regardless if
you’re ready or not. It’s up to you how this goes.” His body immediately calms,
his legs parting slightly for me, his hands come up and brace the wall seeking
a source of balance. The cold air around me is biting at my bare skin, the
hairs on my thighs are on end and my body is beginning to shake and shiver,
irrespective of the heat flooding through my body and core right now.
    He bends his
entire body at the waist, his cock and balls clearly visible through the V of
his legs. The light illuminating the alley are bright and give me full vision
of him. The fact that any fucker can walk out of the club and see us