ELVIS

“It’s quieter than I thought it would be.” Maddy leaned on the cash desk chewing on a finger nail. It was just the two of us in the shop today.

“I guess if you haven’t done your shopping by Christmas Eve, you’re too late to be making trips to an outlet mall.” I winced as I moved across the shop floor. Maddy called me out on it straight away. Nothing got past Miss Beady Eyes.

“Why are you walking funny?”

“Tripped and sprained my ankle,” I lied to her face.

“Liar.”

Bloody hell. “Stomach cramps?”

“Are you asking me to believe you’re on your period, Elvis Smith?”

I shook my head, “I can’t tell you, it’s too embarrassing.”

“Don’t be daft. I’ve seen you at your worst a million times. Puke, shit and nakedness included. Tell me. Wait – did that man hurt you?” Her face was a mask of horror.

“God, no.” I rushed over to hug her. She looked so worried. In doing so however, the plug moved and hit my sweet spot. “Ungh…”

Maddy screwed up her face. “That sounded awfully like a sex moan.”

“How do you know what my sex noises sound like?”

“We shared a room on holiday more than once, if you recall.”

“Hmm – you’ve got a point. Remember Mitchell in Marbella?”

“Don’t digress, slut face.” Maddy crossed her arms over her ample bosom. I loved laying my head there. Her boobs were bouncy soft. “Focus Elvis. Spill…”

The use of that word was ironic. “I’m wearing a butt plug, ok?” I shifted from one foot to the other. Jonah was going to pay for this later. I supposed I could have removed it at any time, but I wasn’t about to fail his challenge. He’d made spectacular love to me when we woke up this morning. He’d detailed exactly what he was going to do now that we had been tested clear, and he took his sweet time driving me out of my mind. Subsequently, here I was, walking around with my arse full of Jonah’s come, wearing his plug to keep it all in. It felt astoundingly decadent, even for me.

“Let me see.” Maddy hissed as she tugged at the waist band of my jeans. I batted her hands away and ducked out of reach. The movement nudged the plug once again.

“Gahhh,” I wailed.

Maddy teased me for the rest of the day until it was finally time to close. “See you tomorrow!” She always joined us for Christmas lunch. Her parents were divorced. Her dad had moved away and her mum had a new boyfriend whose family had invited them over. Of course, Maddy could have joined them, but I was glad she’d opted to come to us.

I locked up Zapato for the last time. After our cruise, I would be returning to Kent Village as Mall Manager. I was excited to move forward with my career, but a little bit melancholy to leave my little safe haven. I stood looking up at the sign when strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

“Don’t be sad, Blue Eyes.” Jonah’s deep voice sent a tremor through me. “This is just the start of the next chapter of your life. You deserve it.”

He took me home to our beautiful Barn House. “I want to see you butt naked in the bathroom, if you please.” Jonah popped me on the bum knowing full well the plug would shift as a result. I groaned. “On all fours with your arse in the air, so I can inspect my handy work. Five minutes and I’m coming for you.”

Jonah’s deep baritone, laced with menace, had me running up the stairs two at a time to go prepare for him, as instructed. I couldn’t wait for the plug to be removed. The constant nudging of my gland had me throbbing for the best part of the day and I was dying for much needed relief.

The bathroom was toasty warm, especially with the underfloor heating. I knelt on the fluffy bath mat facing away from the door, swaying my hips. I was already in a state of heightened desire. The door whooshed open. I twisted my head over my shoulder to catch Jonah’s reaction to finding me this way. I wasn’t disappointed. His relaxed facial expression turned dark and heated as his shiny eyes roved up and down my body. He shrugged out of his clothes and strode towards me. I moaned.

“Look at you, my wanton needy boy.” It was true. I was all of those things…and more.

“I want you to touch me, Joe,” I begged him. My voice was hoarse with desire. I felt slutty and sexy from the way his eyes drank me in. He was as desperate as I was. He bent down and ran a hand from the top of my head, down my back, across my arse and along the backs of my thighs. He circled back towards my hole and gently tugged on the plug. My elbows gave way at the intense sensation and I crumbled to the floor. Jonah grunted as he scooped me up and stood me in the bath.

“Face the wall.” I palmed the tiles. Jonah pulled my hips back towards him. “Twist your head to look in the mirror.” I did so and was greeted with the reflection of my plugged arse. “Now, watch,” Jonah whispered. He gripped the end of the black silicone plug and dragged it out of my channel. I made a noise in the back of my throat that was partly a moan and partly a plea. “Fuck, Elvis. Would you look at that…”

Jonah’s voice was full of wonder as we watched his come dribble out of my hole and down the insides of my legs. Barely there bubbly sounds accompanied the creamy discharge, and what should have been really quite revolting, turned out to be a weird but wonderful act of love. I realised I’d felt claimed all day. The release was a relief on one level, yet part of me mourned my loss.

“Turn around baby.” I found myself in Jonah’s arms. His hairy chest rasped against my smooth skin in a way I would never get tired of. I loved the feel of his body against mine. He was strangely quiet though. I lifted my face to look at him. Jonah’s eyes were shiny with emotion. “I love you so much,” he told me with obvious reverence to his tone. “I’m the luckiest man alive.” Then he kissed me to prove it. By the time we came up for air, I was a limp noodle.

He bathed me and praised me. Jonah made love to me for the entire afternoon, then propped me in front of the telly wrapped in a cosy cashmere blanket, while he made me dinner. I let him pamper me because he took such obvious pleasure in it. Afterwards I curled up on his lap and we watched a cheesy Christmas movie together.

“I want you to promise me something,” Jonah whispered in my ear. “Promise me you won’t get mad when I give you your presents in the morning.”

My stomach flipped with nerves. “What have you done, Daddy?” It made us chuckle when I called him that.

“Spoilt you rotten.” He kissed my face. “I think I did it more for me, actually. It was fun being indulgent. I can’t wait.” He looked too excited for me to be cross. It was truly adorable.

“Wake up, Elvis.” Jonah’s gruff morning voice roused me from my slumber. Our bed was the comfiest place on Earth and I was reluctant to leave it, so I feigned sleep hoping he would leave me be. “Don’t you want your Christmas presents?” He was clearly keen to get going, however, despite being mega excited about what he’d bought me, sleep still sounded more desirable. I was sure it was super early.

The bed shifted and I assumed Jonah had decided to go back to sleep. Wrong!

“Gahhh!” I bolted half upright as Jonah swallowed my morning wood into his hot, wet mouth. I looked down to see the duvet tenting over his body and hastily kicked it off. There was nothing more erotic than the sight of Jonah with his mouth full of my dick. The muscles in his broad shoulders flexed as he moved. His lush brown hair was mussed from sleeping, and he smelled divine. But the thing that got me going the most was his overnight scruff. The rasp of it on my smooth skin, plus the way it made him look slightly ‘bad boy’, was a massive turn on.

“Oh God!” Jonah threw my legs over his shoulders and tilted my hips. I knew what that meant; my favourite thing ever.

Jonah released my cock with a lewd wet pop, but that wicked tongue of his never left contact with my over sensitised genitals. He licked a stripe from the tip of my shaft to the base, humming what sounded suspiciously like ‘Jingle Bells’, all the way. He laved my taint. I grabbed handfuls of sheet to keep me grounded. The pleasure was so intense I swore I was going to fly off the bed, and when he finally made it to my hole, all I could do was wail obscenely while he drove me wild. I loved everything about rimming. The way his tongue worried the nerves of my pucker making me shudder with pleasure, coupled with his hand on my cock jerking me slowly, made me soar. I was riding a wave of ecstasy unlike any I’d ever known, and it was pure bliss.

“Fffff….ffffffuuuu….Fuck. Me,” I managed to finally yell at him. I was rewarded with a grunt. Jonah sat up on his knees and flipped me over to all fours.

“Let me see you finger yourself, baby.” Jonah’s voice was thick with desire. I already knew he was desperate to be inside of me, so I made it good for him. I sucked on my fingers making them sloppy enough to slide into my hole. Jonah tapped my butt cheeks before spreading me wide, giving me better access. “If you could see what you look like.” My cock jerked at his tone of raw lust. Suddenly my hand was batted away. “My turn.” I baulked for a moment, but the slick slide of Jonah’s cock along my crease made me aware he’d lubed up at some stage. “Hold on, Blue Eyes. This isn’t going to be sweet and slow.”

“Oomph.” Jonah rammed into me hard and fast. I grabbed onto the headboard just in time to prevent me head butting it. Jonah’s powerful thrusts sent me reeling towards heaven.

“Harder, Daddy. Fuck me, harder. Want to feel you all dayyyyyy.”

He took me literally and pounded my arse for all he was worth. My orgasm hit with such force I nearly blacked out. My cock hadn’t needed any stimulation other than a bit of friction against the sheets, for it to literally explode all over the bed. Jonah tensed, then roared my name as he shot his load deep inside me. I felt gloriously claimed, yet again. Along with the bruises I was sure I’d be wearing judging by how hard Jonah’s fingers were digging into my hips, and the bite marks on my collar from yesterday, I was well and truly branded inside and out. “Best Christmas present ever,” I croaked before falling into the wet patch. Jonah fell on top of me, hot and heavy.

“I agree,” he breathed into my neck. “But I have more to give you…”

Jonah sounded a lot like a little boy excited for his stocking on Christmas morning, except he was the one giving out the gifts. I had something for him too; although I was dead nervous about giving it to him.

We showered and dressed in pyjamas. The house was lovely and warm so we padded in bare feet downstairs to the lounge, where our majestic tree shielded all our beautifully wrapped gifts. Jonah made us coffee, then guided me to sit on the couch while he passed me present after present. Each one was more indulgent than the last. My boyfriend was extremely generous, bestowing on me riches beyond my dreams. I became the proud owner of a limited edition Rolex; a Louis Vuitton man bag; a shiny pair of glittery black Doc Martens; a range of Chanel toiletries and Mac make-up. I wore a new leather bracelet that had a little padlock on it. That gift especially made my heart squeeze. A box of toys and wearable garments from Clonezone was a real treat, and we became distracted for quite some time studying the contents. Jonah told me in explicit detail, just exactly what he intended to do to me with each one resulting in a quick break for mutual hand jobs to take the edge off.

“I can’t believe all this stuff!” I was surrounded by a mountain of gifts. The floor was littered with wrapping paper and gift bags. It was pretty overwhelming.

“You can exchange or return anything that’s too fuddy duddy.” Jonah blushed slightly.

“Aww, no, Joe. I love everything because you bought it for me.” I stood up and went to the tree. “My turn now.” My gifts to him were mostly novelty ones, being that I was in no way able to reciprocate the amount he’d spent on mine. He professed to love the Christmas jumper; the new slippers; an Andrew Christian jock I was dying to see him in, and a diamante photo frame with a picture of us at the staff party, as the Joker and Harley Quinn.

“I have one last thing for you.” I was a bit nervous to give it to him, but I thought, why not, I was pretty sure he’d love it. “Please sit.” Jonah looked intrigued. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this. I stood before him. I took his hands in mine. “To say this has been a whirlwind romance is a vast understatement. You have swept me off my feet – quite literally on several occasions!” We both chuckled. Jonah continued to look curious. “I have experienced more joy in the past week than I ever thought possible. Plus, the sex is fucking amazing.” Jonah started laughing until I got down on one knee, whereupon he fell silent. Before I could even speak another word, tears fell from his beautiful brown eyes. I dropped his hands and took his face in mine, gently wiping away his tears with the pad of my thumbs. “Jonah Kent; make me the happiest blue-eyed boy alive and marry me. Please.”

Jonah let out a sob. He grabbed me hard, repeating yes, yes, yes; over and over.

“Joe. My lovely, Joe,” I kissed him. “This is for you.” I presented him with a small square box. He took it with shaky hands and prised it open. I took out the simple black band and placed it on his finger. “My fiancé,” I whispered.

“My fiancé,” he breathed back.

I had a matching ring for myself. We linked our fingers admiring the material statement of our immense love for one another.

“I love you, Elvis Smith.”

“I love you, Jonah Kent.”

“Merry Christmas!” we both said in unison, dissolving into fits of giggles. Then in true Jonah Kent style, my fiancé threw me over his shoulder and marched us upstairs chanting ‘ho, ho, ho’ all the way.