Jump Start

by Karen Botha

  Elliott ignores me. He has his own ideas about how tonight will go. He meets the tip of my cock with his tongue as his hand continues to rattle through my brain until I’m lightheaded and out of control. As the heat rises and floods my head, I open wider and take him deeper than ever before, and that’s when the eruption happens. He fills the base of my throat with his thick, warm liquid of love and I fill his mouth with mine.

  Elliott

  Our nights continue like that, in the back bedroom, for more weeks than I am happy with until the demolition and re-build are complete. The day the builders finally leave, I have a team of cleaners in during the day so the place is ready for Kyle when he arrives home from assembling me a car with which I can win next season.

  I’ve hired a personal chef to cook and the dining table is set.

  His terrible horse and carriage, which of course survived the disaster unscathed, sits proudly as the centerpiece of the table. I’ve positioned candles either side of it which do nothing to disguise its vulgarity, and neither does the bunch of roses I’ve arranged. It’s not about that though; he’ll be pleased and so that’s enough for me.

  I can’t help myself from listening out for his bike on the gravel. It’s not like I don’t know he’s here. I’ve just seen the gate go on the control pad but, I find myself straining my ears for the sound of him pulling up. I know he’s lived through all of this construction disaster with me, but it’s still so exciting to be able to unveil the place clean and ready.

  I step outside to meet him and catch sight of his tight ass as he dismounts the bike he rides everywhere now, even on these colder days. The temperature bites through my thin t-shirt. My natural instinct is to battle against the cold of the evening by clasping my arms around myself, but as they’re wrapped behind my back, that’s not possible.

  As I approach him, I hold out the single rose I’ve plucked from the bunch on the table and hand it to him. Despite myself, I blush. The hot pink spreads up my neck and over my cheeks and as his fingers brush mine on the stem, I drop my eyes, unable to meet his.

  He takes the rose and pulls me in so I’m huddled into his chest, gazing up at his gorgeous face.

  “This is a nice greeting. What did I do right?” His eyes sparkle from the effect of his lips which are curved upwards.

  “Nothing, you’re just here and I missed you.” My voice is soft, the swirling in the pit of my stomach stealing its strength. “Come inside.” I turn so we’re walking side-by-side and leave one arm around his waist as we head into the house still linked together.

  “Wow, the place looks clean!” He stops and stares at me. “And what’s that I smell?” He kicks his boots off in the boot room and dumps his leathers on the hanger where he’s taken to leaving them.

  “Come on, I’ll show you.” I can’t contain the delight on my face; my jaw is aching from smiling so hard. Without waiting for a reply, I grab his hand and lead him through the kitchen.

  “Ooh, who is this?” Kyle tugs my arm and gestures to the man busy at work in the kitchen. As I turn I see a glimpse of grease he didn’t reach in the shower he took at work before he left. I love that my clean man is also dirty as fuck.

  “Ah, now that is someone very special who is going to cook us dinner tonight.” I keep walking, propelling him toward the dining room as Jake, the chef, waves briefly before getting back to his dishes.

  “In here.” I present my display with a voila sweep of my arm, taking huge pleasure from my new understanding that surprises do not need to be expensive gestures.

  Kyle gets it too. He doesn’t speak, but instead, pulls me into him and wraps both arms tight around my waist. I look up, my eyes wide searching for his response.

  “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” He dips his chin and kisses my forehead with the most tender of touches. As his lips brush against my skin with that fleeting caress our connection deepens to yet another level. I understand now that gifts don’t have to be financial and he understands that I just need to learn. That I love him, but that I don’t always get it. “So, what’s for dinner? I’m starving.”

  “Oh. Don’t you want to see the upstairs first?” I ask, shocked.

  “If I go up there with you now, the wonderful meal you have planned will be ruined. That space will keep until we’re alone.” He winks and a jolt fires through my loins.

  Kyle

  “I think we should do this more often,” I suggest.

  “What?” Elliott is still chewing. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was starving. My stomach has been growling for the past three hours.

  “Get a chef to cook. It’s not like it’s that easy to go out, so this is a nice treat.”

  “I was thinking the same. Plus, I was wondering about us having some friends over.” He places his knife and fork across his plate.

  We’ve isolated ourselves since getting together. All couples do it, but for us it’s also partly that our work means we’re forced to spend huge amounts of days with a makeshift family while not integrating fully with our oldest friends and blood relatives. When we get our alone time, we cherish it. And so we agree to a party with as many people who can make it on Saturday.

  “It can be a kind of house warming party.” He reaches over the table and squeezes my hand, eyes gleaming.

  “Sure. For you too. After all this construction, you’ll feel like you’re in an entirely different house.”

  “I am. Half of it sunk in the accident.” We laugh. For the first time since moving in together, we properly laugh. The gurgle rises up from my stomach and dislodges somewhere in my throat until I bellow across the room. He does the same, the high ceilings being filled with not only our new possessions but a fresh energy.

  Our home is finally exactly that.

  “I think a drink is in order.” I root around in the cupboard for something special.

  “Do you have anything in mind, because I have to say, you’re looking a little desperate on your knees down there.” Elliott kicks me gently in the side as I crouch down on all fours. I twist my head, ready to give him a good telling off, but I don’t get the chance.

  His jeans which he wears with no underwear are unbuttoned and he’s jabbing his cock with such pride I have to grin. “You’re a bloody menace, do you know that?”

  He beams, nods his head like a pleased child and bucks his hips forward again. “I can give you something to drink. I know how you like it.”

  I can’t resist. Much as I’d love to tell him where to get off with his insatiable sexual appetite, it's impossible. I did well earlier resisting the urge to run upstairs with him, but it’s time now.

  I stand up and fasten his pants. The shock in his wide eyes has me laughing again. I don’t explain that my sympathies are with the poor chef who is waiting to serve us his carefully prepared dessert. The last thing he wants is to be greeted by Elliott’s bare cock. Instead, I grab his hand and lead him toward the stairs.

  Kyle

  Our master suite is fantastic, but it’s hard to notice as we collapse onto our new bed.

  “Maybe the chef wasn’t such a great idea,” Elliott mumbles into my mouth.

  “Let’s just be quick.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, this won’t take long.” I feel his lips curve against my lips as his warm hands brush around my midsection. My belt stays where it is, he removes his own and pushes his jeans around his ankles, stepping out as I imitate his action until we’re both standing naked from the waist down.

  “Bend over,” he instructs with a flick of his wrist.

  “Ooh, someone has had too much time today. You know exactly what you want.” I waggle my eyebrows at him, a wry grin charming my features.

  “Oh, I certainly do. I’ve been waiting for this all day.” He pulls me apart and breaths hot air between my butt cheeks. “Jerk yourself off.”

  Incredibly bossy!

  But I don’t complain. Instead, I do precisely as I’m told and as I do, his tongue delves around my rim, circling like a prey ready to
pounce. I start to buck into my hand, the fire he’s alighting causing my balls to clench and my head to swim. It’s right at that point as I kick my neck back that I notice my dad’s old chair, re-upholstered sitting in the corner. I had no idea. He did that for me. Arranged for our two memories to be combined.

  A cold trail of lube stings against the heat from Elliott’s mouth, and he replaces his tongue with a finger. He swirls the soft padded tip around, easing in, teasing me, probing. I spread my legs wider, lowering myself in readiness for his shorter stature while widening the space with which he has to work.

  I rest on one elbow, pass my left arm behind me and settle it on his shoulder. He’s moving fast now, sending electricity through my network of nerves, setting every extremity of my body on fire with his touch. He swirls then pushes against me and my cock jabs forward into my fist.

  “Come on,” I plead. I feel vacant inside, desperate to experience him filling my space. There is no shame in begging this man for my pleasure. I spread wider, lower further and bury my head against the new covers.

  Elliott laughs behind me, pulls out his finger, and eases his throbbing cock in, causing me to moan sharply. The satisfaction from just having him inside me is immense. Suddenly I’m whole, complete physically and emotionally, but when he starts to move, that’s when the ache really begins.

  I can think of nothing other than the exhilarating sparks emanating from my groin. Gone is the overwhelming pride that this man loves me. They’re replaced instead with breathtaking trails of a devastating fire leaving me useless to do anything other than submit. The light splinters and time slows as the spring which had been coiled tightly in my abdomen slowly begins to release. My knees go weak and then I let out an almighty cry as Elliott surrenders inside me. The power of his ecstasy is more than I can bare and I shoot my load all over the covers we chose so carefully together.

  We lie like that, collapsed and catching our breath, content to just allow the moment to last one little bit longer. But, as is the way, we soon find our path back to the present.

  “How about some desert?” Elliott’s voice is still husky, but he kisses me quickly with his hot mouth before jumping up.

  “Isn’t that what we just had?” I wink, a grin splashed across my face.

  Elliott

  “Get that would you Kyle?”

  The buzzer just went for the gate and I want Kyle to start this party as the equal man of our home and being the one to grant access to our guests will be a great start.

  “Kyle, what are you doing? Our visitors are waiting to be let in,” I shout again, heading off to find out where he is.

  I find him in the lounge, contemplating our front garden, the space where in a few moments people will be parking. He doesn’t look at me as I walk in.

  “You OK?” I ask, my voice soft as I wrap my arm around him.

  “Yeah, I’m glad my dad got to see this place. It’s a shame he can’t be here tonight, but then it’s more special that he got to see it before anyone else.”

  I lean against him and kiss his shoulder over the cotton of his smartest t-shirt. “He was proud of you and all he wanted was for you to be happy.”

  The buzzer flares again.

  “Now, come on would you. Let’s do him proud.”

  He moves, grabs my cheeks between his two huge hands and kisses me. “I love you Elliott Judd.”

  With that, he takes himself off to attend to our not so patient guests.

  Within half an hour there are bodies in every crevice of the ground floor.

  “I didn’t know we knew so many people.” Kyle sidles up to me, his face, light and carefree.

  I laugh. I know a lot, but they’re not the types I’d invite into my home. “We’re quite the popular couple, aren’t we?” Our eyes lock and his are softer, more relaxed than they’ve been in such a long time. Instead of dropping my glance, I draw him closer enjoying the warmth from his body as it meets mine, taking in every detail of the moment. The way his broad chest covers mine as he wraps his arms round me, the smell of him, freshly shaved as his neck bristles against the skin of mine. And the love that I see burning for an eternity in his gaze.

  “Hey, are you going to introduce us?” I recognize that voice.

  “Hey, gorgeous. I didn’t know you were here. You snuck in.” I slap my arm around her shoulder and bear hug her into me. “It’s been too long.” Daisy is one of those girls you either love or hate, and I think she’s spectacular.

  “And this must be Kyle. I’ve heard so much about you.” Daisy is smaller than Kyle, a petite lady with a huge personality which means she still meets Kyle eye to eye.

  They shake hands in an awkward, half formal kind of way.

  “Hi,” Kyle replies, his grin is wide, but I’m not sure whether it’s met his eyes yet. “Yep, I’m him.” He releases Daisy’s hand and makes a bow.

  We all snicker, but this the nature of the stilted conjoined laugh defies the pretense that everyone is relaxed. While each member of our group feigns a jaunty demeanor, the silence hangs leaving us fumbling for awkward conversation. I sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye at Kyle. He’s running his fingers over the rim of the glass he holds, figuring out Daisy.

  He’s the first to speak, “So, tell me about what you do Daisy.” He’s a fucker, he knows exactly what Daisy does and it’s in that instant that I know he really hasn’t taken to her and that this is his test to see whether he’s going to change his initial opinion.

  Daisy is a pro though. She’s used to answering this with a politically correct half-truth. “I have a number of businesses that I run. I guess you could say I’m a classic entrepreneur.” She strokes back her weave, slick as ever.

  Kyle

  “I have no idea why you are still in touch with that girl,” I hiss at Elliott as soon as Daisy decides enough is enough and leaves us to it.

  “She’s an old friend. She’s really nice, such a go-getter. You’ll like her when you get to know her.”

  I make a face that tells him, I’m not so sure about that. I get that I have to give his friends an opportunity with me, but she’s way too confident for my liking.

  “Well, I’ll reserve my opinions until I’ve had a better chance to get to know her, but really, what kind of girl comes to a party on their own?”

  “A confident one?” He really doesn’t seem to understand.

  “She either doesn’t have any friends to bring along, or she expected to spend the night hanging off your arm.” I’m getting grumpy now and my brow furrows into a scowl. We both watch her sassy shape as she mingles among other attendees with ease. Her dark skin stands out against her fitted white dress. She looks the part, I’ll give him that. She has a figure to die for, and she’s elegant as sin.

  “I don’t think so. Look at how she works the room. She’s a pro, a small social gathering like this is nothing to her.”

  I don’t know why, but those words shoot through my heart like a bullet into a deer and the force of my response throws me off balance. Once again, I feel like an outsider in Elliott’s glamorous world. This huge house is crammed with guests and without even thinking, Elliott just called our party, small. This is the biggest bash I have ever thrown, or been invited to for that matter.

  Maybe Daisy understands a world that I’ve not had access to. The thought makes my stomach churn. Elliott and I have been so caught up in each other and building our life, what if I only know a fraction of who he is? What if the other part rears its elegant, Daisy-like head, and I’ll learn he’s not who I believed he was in the same way I realized about Madeline?

  I’m still eyeing Daisy. She laughs at something my uncle says, throwing back her head. Her white teeth glint under the low lighting, her stunning dark features alight with a vibrancy I know I will never possess and despite all my best intentions, I am jealous.

  “How did she get in anyway?” I ask.

  Elliott shrugs. “No idea, thought you were in charge of that?”

  I shake
my head. “See, not trustworthy.” I punch him lightly on the arm.

  “Oh no, definitely not trustworthy. On that I agree.” He nods, taking the blow in good form.

  Despite the tension when Daisy arrived, I’ve enjoyed my evening. I’ve managed to catch up with a lot of my closest friends and family who I don’t normally have time to see. I've also managed to keep one eye trained on Daisy.

  Most visitors have dispersed now and I glance at my watch noticing it’s already the early hours. Daisy is still here (of course), perched on the edge of our new couch with one leg crossed under her ankle. She does amazingly well at maintaining her dignity in that fitted dress.

  Maybe it’s the tiredness setting in, or the brandy, but I inhale every detail about her. How individual strands of her jet hair brush against her white collar and how her charcoal eyes which, I now notice are slightly hooded, appear to look down on you from beneath her long lashes.

  She speaks, "A guy walks into a bar and asks the bartender, "What’s the quickest way to get to Chicago?"

  The bartender says, "Are you walking or driving?"

  The guy says, "I'm driving."

  The bartender says, "That's the quickest way."

  Elliott laughs. I don’t think he’s being polite; he’s actually laughing at her. I mean, who even tells jokes anymore? The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I narrow my eyes, trying to figure this woman out. She's trying really hard to fit in and this whole experience is making me way too uncomfortable in my own home.

  Elliott

  It was nice catching up with everyone at the party, but as soon as they leave and we resume our normal life, I forget about them again. I don’t mean that like they’re not important in my life. They are. But they’re not important to my life. And so, Kyle and I go along quite nicely enjoying each other's company and rarely venturing outside of the confines of our home.