ELVIS

My ears began to ring. My breath fluttered in my chest. I had the sense that Jonah’s next words were going to be life-changing. He was going to offer me Vera Kingsley’s job. I wasn’t ready; I wasn’t ready.

“Would you consider applying for the job?”

“Applying?” He wasn’t outright handing it to me on a plate. Part of me was slightly deflated by that, but on the other hand, I suspect he knew I wouldn’t just step into her shoes without going through a formal process. Especially as we were now seeing each other.

“I think you’d bring a fresh approach to the role. You seem popular, organised and intelligent enough to make a success of it.”

It didn’t sound to me as if Jonah was going to advertise the vacancy. My mind started to spin. I focused on Jonah’s thick, furry forearms resting on the table. I took a deep breath conjuring up the intimate scent of his skin and the soft sensation of his hair tickling my nose. His fingers were long and strong. The memory of them pegging my prostate caused my cock to twitch and my cheeks to heat. Jonah waited patiently for me to react to his praising my skills.

“Can I think about it?” I couldn’t get my head around his proposal. Despite his positive opinion of my capabilities, I wasn’t qualified for the role – not on paper, anyway. I’d have a lot to learn.

“Well, you have the journey home to ask me any questions. I’ve done the job myself, so I can categorically tell you, you are more than capable of handling it, if that’s what you’re worrying over.”

The offer was amazing, no doubt about it. There would be a massive pay rise, so I’d be able to help out at home more, and a whole heap of experience to be gained. However, the responsibility was overwhelming, and I’d be putting my dream of owning my own place on hold. Overall, there were many benefits to taking the job, it was just my own doubts and insecurities holding me back.

“If I take the job, sorry, apply for the job - will you come to us at Christmas?” I thought maybe bargaining with him might convince him to accept my invitation for Christmas Day.

“I’d already decided to join the Smith household for Christmas.”

“You did!” I squealed and clapped my hands. I was very happy to hear Jonah would be coming. Before we could continue chatting, however, our food arrived. It smelled and looked amazing. My stomach rumbled loudly as the heavenly aroma of eggs and bacon hit my nose.

Jonah smiled at me, indulgently. “Go on, tuck in. We’ll talk more in the car.”

Breakfast was a stunning affair. The food was Michelin star quality; the ambience was perfect; the service beyond excellent, and the company enthralling. It was easily one of the most memorable experiences of my life. Something I could easily get used to. It inspired my ambitions in life to be rich. Money was nothing compared to the riches of having a family that loved me, yet it could certainly help ease the financial struggle that often overshadowed our lives.

Jonah eased his Jag up the M40 with practiced ease. The car was a dream. It was so comfy, elegant and quietly powerful. I laughed when I realised I could actually have described Jonah.

“I can’t believe I thought a Porsche was fancier than this!” I knew very little about cars and virtually nothing about luxury ones.

“There’s nothing wrong with a Porsche. It would suit you actually – fast and sassy!”

“Are you being jovial, Mr Kent?” I loved his playful side.

“I’ve been known to be quite amusing at times, I’ll have you know.” Jonah fiddled with some buttons on his steering wheel when we hit a clear patch. “Cruise control,” he explained.

“You cruise in this car? Oh boy, I bet you have some stories to tell.” I giggled at the thought of Jonah kerb crawling in his £50,000 car.

“Ha. Ha. Don’t twist my words. The only cruising I’ve partaken in was on a Caribbean bound ship with several thousand other gay men.”

“Oh wow! I saw a film on Netflix about gay cruises. Was a bit sad to be honest.” I remember being initially excited about the prospect of being in an enclosed space with a smorgasbord of men to choose from. By the end of the movie, however, I decided it was too depressing. All those men, and some were still left on their own feeling rejected and dejected in equal manner.

“It was the best and worst experience of my life. So many highs, tinged with too many moments of self-doubt. I’m glad I went, but it’s not something I’m in a hurry to repeat.”

I was surprised to hear that Jonah wasn’t always the strong, solid character he presented to the world. I wondered what he had to doubt about himself. As if he read my thoughts, he continued.

“I haven’t always had confidence in my looks. The cruise was a melting pot of bitchy, judgy queens, all trying to look perfect all the time. Fake bake boys with the perfect six pack and straight white teeth dominated the arena. I was a little too rough around the edges to fit in with them.”

I snorted. “Definitely not for me then!”

“You’re perfect, Elvis. I’d pick you any day.”

My stomach flipped. Was it possible to fall in love with someone in just a day? I couldn’t believe I had only known Jonah for 24 hours. I reached over and squeezed his thigh. It was solid. “It’s so hard,” I blurted.

“You can tell that from over there?” Jonah deadpanned. I burst out laughing.

“I need the loo. Can you stop at the next services?”

“Sure. After that, maybe you can drive the rest of the way home?”

I gasped. “You’d let me drive your car? Oh my God. I’d love to!” How different could it be to my little red Mini?

“Easy, Blue Eyes.”

I’d just slammed on the brakes for the fourth time. I felt sure Jonah was going to ask me to swap back, but he continued to encourage me to practice driving around the services car park. After another five minutes without over revving, Jonah pronounced me ready to take on the motorway. I was a nervous wreck, but determined to rise to the challenge. I think it turned Jonah on to see me at the wheel of his car judging by the way he kept shifting in his seat. Either that, or he was shitting himself. I could easily have misjudged.

“Slow down, baby.” I heeded Jonah’s warning. “I’m going to show you how to set the cruise control for 70 miles an hour. We’ve a nice long, clear stretch ahead. I checked on Waze.” He pressed a series of buttons on the digital console. “Go on, take your feet off the pedals.” I did as instructed, delighted to find the car was almost driving itself. Jonah explained there were several safety features that would kick in if we found ourselves approaching traffic. I was a bit bored by the details but I let him ramble on because his deep sexy voice aroused me. “And I can do this.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” I swerved the steering wheel in shock, as Jonah leaned across the seat and shoved his hand down the front of my sweat pants. Well, they were technically his as I’d borrowed them to wear home. I didn’t want Pete buying me jeans for heaven’s sake. I concentrated on the road as much as possible while Jonah’s hand fondled my balls.

“Do you always choose not to wear underwear.”

I swallowed over and over trying to coax some saliva into my dry mouth. “Couldn’t find…dryer ate them…” The movement of his hand was frying my brain. I was driving his £75,000 car (I’d underestimated before) and Jonah was distracting the hell out of me.

“The dryer ate them?” Jonah queried, not sounding at all convinced.

“I like free-balling sometimes, ok?” I groaned, ever so slightly mortified at having to admit to a guilty pleasure.

“Oh, that’s good to know,” I heard the smirk. I was too terrified to tear my eyes off the road to look at him.

“Oh Jesus!” I squirmed in my seat. One of Jonah’s long fingers had found its way to my taint and he was slowly rubbing it back and forth. Slowly, slowly, he got a little closer to my hole. He pushed the elastic waistband down below my balls, freeing my cock. It bobbed about in the air. I glanced down quickly, noticing how wet I was. A thin string of pre-come stretched from the tip of my cock to the leather covered steering wheel. I moaned.

“You look so fucking sexy, Elvis. Look at you.” Jonah’s voice was thick with desire causing my chest to swell with pride that I had done that. I wasn’t shy about being naked with him after everything we’d done last night, but this was erotic on another level. “Your cock is so hard for me, and so wet.” He swiped at the tip with the pad of his thumb, which he then brought to my mouth. “Open.” I let my jaw drop open and Jonah painted my tongue with droplets of my own semen. I began to pant. I was on the edge and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Plus, I had 540 horsepower vibrating beneath me. It felt like every inch of me was throbbing.

“Jonah…” I groaned. I knew I sounded needy. “Please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for; perhaps a hand job if I was lucky. The absolute last thing I expected was for Jonah Kent to undo his seat belt and go down on me. “Oh, fffffuck,” I shouted. Risking another quick glance down, the sight of his head bobbing up and down on my cock nearly had me coming immediately. I released a hand from the steering wheel to grab hold of his thick, brown hair anchoring him in place. I thrust up three times before shooting my load into his mouth. I felt him hum around me making me gasp. My vision blurred and I swerved the car eliciting loud, angry hooting from the vehicle in the next lane. I made apologetic faces at the driver who shoved his middle finger up at me and sped off.

Jonah sat up looking dishevelled and decidedly smug. He licked his lips. “You taste good.” He straightened in his seat and fastened his seat belt, then he tucked my junk back into my sweats. “So – the job?”

I thumped my head against the headrest. “You are incorrigible. I have a feeling you always get what you want.”

“Not always. For instance, right now I’d like you to pull over to the hard shoulder, get out, drop your pants and bend over the bonnet so I can spread your cheeks, eat you out, then fuck you senseless.”

“That’s not going to happen, dear,” I quipped back. “Not today anyway, I’ll be late for work.” Jonah roared with laughter. If he thought he could shock me with his filthy talk, he was right, but I hid it well. “I’ll take the job.” I’m not sure who was more astounded by my announcement, him or me. “Not gonna lie, it was the blow-job that sealed the deal.”

Jonah squeezed my shoulder. We both knew that wasn’t the case. “I’m very pleased with your decision.” He opened the phone app on the console and dialled ‘Nico’.

“Joe.” An Irish accent came through the car speakers.

“Don’t call me that,” Jonah moaned.

“Ok, Boss. What can I do you for?” I liked Nico already. He was funny and obviously not intimidated by his boss at all.

“Elvis has agreed to take over from Vera Kingsley.” The way he said it, I ascertained they’d already had a conversation about me prior to our date. That made me feel better about Jonah wanting me for my merits and not my arse. Although, I hope he still wanted my arse because I was all for that as well. Jonah chatted with Nico for about ten minutes catching up with business. Once their initial banter was over, they settled into serious mode and I was impressed with their attention to detail over everything. It was no wonder Jonah was as successful as he was. He didn’t let anything pass him by. I couldn’t wait to learn from him.

“Welcome to Kent Inc., Elvis Smith,” Nico spoke to me directly.

“I guess that counted as my application, then?”

Nico snorted down the phone. “Yeah, that’ll do. Laters everybody.” He ended the call just as I turned into my road.

“We’re here.” I pulled up to my parents’ home. We had a three-bed semi-detached, much extended house, on a street that could have been anywhere in the UK. There was nothing special about it, except it was my home and I loved it. I wondered fleetingly if Jonah would turn his nose up at my average suburban life, although nothing up until now had indicated he was a snob.

He peered out of the window looking curious. “Do I get to come in?”

“Everyone’s at work and school on a Tuesday afternoon.” I switched off the engine and passed him back the car keys. “Thank you for a wonderful time. I really enjoyed it.”

“That’s it? I’m dismissed?” Jonah did not look happy.

“I need to get ready to go into work this afternoon…oh shit!” I banged my head on the steering wheel. “My car is still at work.”

“I’ll take you, obviously.”

“I guess you had better come inside then. I’ll make us a cuppa.” I hated that my first thought was that I hoped Mum had tidied up before she left for work. Jonah clamped a heavy hand around my nape. I shivered under his touch.

“Look at me, Elvis.” I turned my head. His fingers rubbed the skin on my neck. “Are you embarrassed by your home?”

I chewed on my lower lip. I didn’t want to be embarrassed. I tried not to feel like he’d judge me or my family for not being wealthy, but it was hard considering I was sitting in his brand new Jaguar F-Type, having come from his house in Portland Place, about to go to work at the Village Outlet Mall that had his name in the title. Still, my parents had raised me better than to be inhospitable. If he really was that shallow, then I needed to find out now.

“I’m not embarrassed per se, but you are about to get a healthy dose of how the other half live, Joe, and I’m nervous about it.”

“Nonsense. I couldn’t give two hoots about the size of your house or how many bedrooms it has. I don’t care if it still has 1980’s anagalypta paper on the walls, or if you have to feed the meter for power. I’ll admit to liking the finer things in life for myself, but it doesn’t make me a snob, I promise.” Jonah dropped his hold on me, undid his seat belt and got out of the car. He ran around to the driver’s side and opened the door for me. I took his hand and led him up the garden path.

“Hang on.” I stepped onto the front lawn and picked up a huge rock. “I’m always losing my house key.” I told Jonah by way of explanation. I showed him the rock. It was a key safe in disguise. I entered a code and a hidden flap flew open to reveal a spare key.

“That’s brilliant,” he exclaimed, clearly never having seen anything like it before.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, works well when our doorman has the day off.” Jonah barked out a laugh which in turn made me giggle. We were so different I had to wonder if an enduring relationship would ever be possible.

“Whoaaaaaa.” Jonah’s mouth fell open in shock as soon as he stepped through the front door. I had forgotten to mention my mum went a bit over the top with Christmas decorations.

“Lol! Welcome to the Smith Family Grotto. I’ll be your Elvish for the day…please enter.”

“Elvish…very droll.”

I was flattered that Jonah appreciated my play on words. It was something I did a lot. “Uh huh; Santa’s Little Helper.” I walked my fingers up the arm of his coat and bopped him on the nose. Jonah snorted. I don’t suppose he was used to anyone teasing him the way I did.

“Just call me Santa then.” Jonah pinned me to the hallway wall, slammed his mouth down on to mine and kissed me like he was starving for it. I sucked on his tongue, loving the way it made him moan. He rubbed his erection against my thigh, and I was reminded that he hadn’t come after blowing me. Time to reciprocate the favour. Without stopping the kiss, I pushed him back until he hit the stairs, causing him to fall backwards until he was sitting three steps up. I quickly slid down between his legs and undid his flies. I pulled out his engorged cock and hastily began to lick its sticky head. Jonah was making all sorts of growly noises that spiked my desire. I reached down with my other hand and yanked down my sweats so I could jerk myself off while blowing him. I looked up at him, with my lips still around his throbbing cock. Jonah had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching me through heavy lidded eyes.

“You look beautiful on your knees for me,” he told me. It made my dick swell. “Suck me, Elvis. Make yourself come at the same time, baby.” I hummed in response. Jonah gasped letting his head fall back between his shoulders. He thrust his hips up so that his solid shaft hit me in the back of my throat and I gagged. He slammed a hand down on the back of my head keeping me in place. I heaved; my eyes watered and I needed more breath than I was able to draw. My mind told me to panic, but my dick loved the sensation so much, that before I could react, my orgasm slammed through me in a rush of euphoria so strong my vision blurred. I was on a high such as I’d never experienced. Jonah came hard and filled my mouth with semen which I automatically swallowed down. I let his cock go with a wet pop that sounded decadently lewd in the quiet house. I was hyper aware of our heavy breathing and the distant tick-tock of the kitchen clock.

“Ouch. My fucking knees have carpet burn.” I stood up using my hands on his knees for balance. I pulled up my sweats which were now victim to a sticky wet mess. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then giggled. “Hello, Mum.” I glanced down the hall.

“What the fuck!” Jonah jumped up from the stairs fumbling with his suit pants to tuck himself away. Rushing for the front door, he looked horrified.

I burst out into hysterics. “Joking,” I gasped, in absolute fits of laughter. “Oh my God, your face.” I slumped on to the stairs clutching my stomach.

Jonah’s expression turned thunderous making my laughter die in my throat. Couldn’t he take a joke? He took a step towards me. I yelped and turned to run up the stairs and I nearly made it to the top when he caught me by my elastic waistband. My sweatpants were yanked off and I was thrown over Jonah’s shoulder. I struggled but he held me firm. He was very strong. “Room?” he yelled. I quickly pointed to my bedroom door. He marched us in there then sat on the edge of the bed with me strewn face down across his lap. For one horrible moment, I thought he was actually going to spank me.

Thwack!

I yelled loudly. Jonah’s hand connected with my bum creating a loud slapping noise. Before I could complain, he did it again to the other cheek.

“Fuck, that stings!” I cried. He did it twice more. My arse was on fire. He shifted on the bed opening his legs slightly. He reached under me and positioned my hard cock between his thighs then clamped them together trapping it there. The friction was just enough to torment me but not enough to make me come. I moaned, mortified with myself for getting hard so quickly, especially as I was being punished. This was something new for me. In fact, being blown in a sports car; breath play on my stairs; being spanked on my bed, were all firsts. It was quite a day. Jonah’s hand met my flesh with another resounding thwack.

“Stop!” I shouted.

“Really?” he asked. He rubbed my cock which I knew had to be leaking on to my carpet. I tended to get a bit wet when aroused.

“Maybe a couple more, but that’s it,” I conceded.

Jonah chuckled. “You’re too perfect. Ok, count to ten, then I’ll stop.”

That was more than a couple, but by the time I’d choked out ten, I was flying. Jonah eased me on to my stomach across my bed. “Got any lotion, Blue Eyes?”

“Lotion?” I mumbled.

“Any after sun?” he queried. That made sense. I pointed to my toiletries shelf. I could hear him moving bottles and tubes until a quiet ‘aha’ indicated he’d found what he was looking for.

“Argh, that’s cold!” The cream hit my cheeks and Jonah gently rubbed it in. It literally took the sting out of my punishment, although I doubted I’d be sitting easily for a few hours. Jonah toed off his shoes and made himself comfy leaning up against my headboard. He looked so out of place, yet entirely at home. I had been a fool to think he’d judge me on my financial status. Jonah saw beyond the material; I should have realised that sooner when he told me about his charitable side. I was the presumptuous one.

“I can practically hear your brain churning. Did you want to ask me something? Do we need to discuss what just happened?”

I folded my arms and rested my chin on my hands. I bent my legs at the knees and waved them behind me. “Do I need a safe word?”

“Do you want one?”

I frowned. “Isn’t there etiquette or some such thing?”

“There are certain rules for distinct types of play – BDSM and such like. I don’t think that’s something I’m keen to explore with you.”

“That’s not what just happened?” I hated feeling at a disadvantage, but I really wasn’t that experienced.

“No sweets. That was just dirty, kinky sex.” He smirked at me. “Did you enjoy it?” I felt my cheeks flame. If I told him I loved it would he think I was a complete deviant? If I told him no; firstly, it would be untrue, and secondly, make me seem a prude. “Just be honest, Elvis.”

“I, I liked it. A lot. All of it.” I buried my face in the covers.

“Oh goody, then we get to do it again sometime.” Jonah patted the top of my head. “But I guess we ought to establish what’s ok and what isn’t. We can have that conversation another time, but soon. I just want to make sure you know I would never hurt you.”

“Umm, my arse is still smarting.”

Jonah chuckled. “I meant I’d never do anything extreme that was past the point of no return. I promise to keep you safe.”

“And I promise not to drive you too crazy.” I batted my eyelashes at him.

“Don’t go making promises you know you can’t keep, lad.” We both laughed.

“It’s time for me to go to work.” I sighed as I got off the bed. I took off my shirt and padded bare arse naked out of the room to use the loo and wash up. On my return, I found Jonah by the window looking out into the street.

“Worried your car’s been jacked?” I jested with him.

He turned towards me wearing an expression that told me he was not amused. “Why do you insist on trying to make out this place is anything less than decent. Quite clearly, your parents have worked hard to provide a nice roof over your head, yet you seem to think you have to keep apologising for it.”

He crossed his arms over his wide chest. I noticed how the arms of his suit jacket stretched tightly over his biceps. Jonah Kent was an extremely attractive man. I pulled out a draw for a fresh pair of underwear. I selected pale pink lace boy shorts. I shook them out, then sat on the edge of the bed to pull them on. I could feel Jonah’s heavy stare. I knew, he knew, I was trying to distract him so that he’d forget I hadn’t responded to his accusation.

“Elvis.” His tone was mildly berating and deservedly so, I supposed. Despite suspecting he was waiting for an apology, I bristled, because he was making me nervous. And he was standing in my bedroom trying to make me feel bad.

I huffed.

“Can you blame me?” I stood up and faced him. I tossed my hair out of my eyes and tilted my chin in the air. I placed my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes. I was battle ready, bitch!

Jonah leaned forward and tweaked my left nipple. “Hey!” I was all arms and legs in an attempt to get away; my practiced stance forgotten.

“Stop being such a drama queen and answer me. I just offered you a job and a place in my bed – I expect one hundred per cent honesty from you all the time.”

“Jesus, you could at least flirt a little. You blow hot one moment and cold the next. I don’t know where I am with you half the time. Of course, I’m fucking worried about the impression all of this will leave you with.” I made a grand swooping gesture to incorporate my surroundings.

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“You’re Jonah Kent, for fuck’s sake. You’re worth millions. You’re sexy as fuck and insanely clever. You give more to charity than this entire household earns in a year. I can’t compete!”

Jonah cocked his head at me. His mouth was turned up in a half-grin. “You think I’m sexy as fuck?” he cajoled.

I exploded. “Seriously! That’s what you took from what I said! Arrogant much?”

“I expected more of you quite frankly. You told me you didn’t care that I was rich and successful, but evidently, you lied.”

Was that disappointment I saw in his eyes? Now I felt like a complete shit. I had led him on, not the other way around, it was true. “Are you taking me to work, or not?” I snapped.

Jonah scowled. “Be ready in five. I’ll wait in my car. My Jaguar F-Type, as you insist on referring to it.”

“Gahhhhh!” The man was infuriating. I threw on my work clothes; tied my quiff into a top knot; didn’t even bother with make-up or jewellery, and shoved my bare feet into my DMs. My sore, sorry arse hit the passenger seat in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. Jonah drove, following the GPS directions towards Kent Outlet Village, without saying a word. When we arrived, he stopped at the car park nearest Zapato, and I got out. Before I could even say goodbye, he’d reached over to pull my door closed, effectively dismissing me. My stomach dropped and I felt my eyes sting. It was all my fault. I couldn’t even look up as he sped away.

I shoved my way towards Zapato, which was no mean feat considering the pavements and walkways of Kent Village were packed with Christmas shoppers. Fairy lights twinkled prettily in the fading afternoon light, but my sour mood prevented me from appreciating any of it. I slipped into the store and made my way to my office unnoticed. Or so I thought.

“You look like shit!” Maddy stood in the doorway.

“Because I feel like shit,” I mumbled. “I’m a terrible person, Maddy.” To my utter horror, I burst into tears. Maddy quickly stepped into my office and closed the door. She wrapped her arms around me and cooed nonsense until my sobs dissipated. I was a pathetic excuse for a decent human being. I told her a PG rated version of the past day’s events.

“I knew he had the hots for you!” she exclaimed.

“Not helping,” I mumbled. She apologised. Maddy and I were great friends. We’d known each other since nursery school and I admit to giving her the job for selfish reasons. She was, however, fantastic at all aspects of retail and customer service. I was sure she would get her own branch soon. If things worked out, perhaps she could fill the vacancy when I left. If Jonah still wanted me. “If I tell you something, you have to promise to keep it a secret.” I knew she would; Maddy was totally trustworthy. I proceeded to tell her about Jonah’s job offer.

“Bloody hell, E.” Only Maddy was allowed to call me that. It stemmed from when we were little and she couldn’t say Elvis. “You absolutely have to go for it. Your talents are wasted here. You outgrew this place months ago.”

“It’s a bit of a leap don’t you think? Going from being a store manager to running the entire village.”

“All the branch managers and store owners will love you. And you have the advantage of knowing both sides of the coin. Come on, Elvis. Put those A-level Business Management classes to good use, eh? I have faith in you.”

I pulled Maddy on to my lap and hugged her. “You have to say that, I’m your boss,” I mumbled into her soft curly hair.

“You’re my best friend first, E. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Maddy wiped my eyes with the pads of her thumbs, retrieved a tissue from her pocket and held it to my nose. “Blow, you’re all snotty.” She made me giggle. I took the tissue and wiped my nose.

“I feel a bit better, thank you, darling.” I kissed her. She hopped off my lap and returned to the shop floor while I made myself look respectable. I had a spare eye liner and mascara in my desk drawer, along with some lip gloss and bronzer. That would do for now.