by Viva Gold
Blue Bunny
Viva Gold
Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Also by Viva Gold
About the Author
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Thank you
A massive thank you to all my readers for loving Elvis and Jonah so much that I had to write them a story once again. I hope you enjoy this Easter ditty where Elvis’s shenanigans lead to some eye rolling typical outcomes!
As usual, I couldn’t have done this without the support of my fantastic author group, MM DreaMMers, and some superb help from my BETAS, especially Anita Ford for her swift and cutting efficiency! Thank you as always, to Bad Doggie Designs for the formatting
2020 started so well with an amazing third shiMMer where I got to meet so many of you. It was such an incredible weekend and if I had known what was to come I would have hugged everyone extra especially hard.
Thank you to my amazing group – Vivas Divas. I love checking in with you every day, and your support is everything…
Please look after yourselves and stay safe and healthy. Read all the books!
Much peace and love,
Viva x
1
JONAH
“What in the holy hell?”
I looked over from where I was lounging on the bed, to see Elvis entering our bedroom wearing nothing but a baby blue, sheer negligee. His platinum white hair was wet and he was drying it off with a previously pristine white towel. He scowled at me.
“Just drying my hair, Joe.”
“Not the hair I’m objecting to, babe.” I paused for dramatic effect. “It’s the smudges of black mascara all over my Medusa Versace towel.”
Elvis narrowed his eyes at me. “No one told you to spend two hundred pounds on a bloody towel, babe. You can get one in Primark for a fiver.”
Elvis threw the wet towel at me. I caught it deftly, screwing up my face in mock annoyance at the dampness on my hand that left a faintly black tinge to my palm. I could care less how much the towels cost, or where they’d come from. I’d had an exceedingly precocious interior designer do the place up for me a few years ago. She’d had an unlimited budget and really went to town. I had more money than I could ever spend, so I’d just let her get on with it.
Elvis and I were staying in my New York apartment for a few days. Kent Outlet Mall was apparently going all out for Easter this year, and my bratty husband claimed he needed inspiration from the Fifth Avenue stores. Despite that, I had visions of life-sized bunnies in various colours, running around scaring the customers. I knew there’d be an egg hunt of some sort with freebies for the visiting kids while their parents spent their hard-earned money in the shops. Chocolate eggs and hot cross buns would certainly be in abundance. The corner of my lip twitched. Knowing Elvis, it would be fabulously tacky, but entirely wonderful. And glitter, of course. There would be lots of glitter.
“This flat really needs doing up, Joe. When was the last time you did it? 1988?” Elvis stuck his feet into a pair of fluffy mules before sashaying over to the dressing table to dry his hair. The view of his arse under the translucent material was mouth-watering.
“Bloody cheek! 1988? I was a toddler!” I laughed. “And this is an apartment, not a flat. And it’s not long been decorated, thank you very much.” I imagined Elvis would have raised a disbelieving eyebrow at that, but he seemed distracted.
“Oh, I have indeed smudged my mascara.”
I watched as he carefully placed his palms on the dressing table top, before folding over at the waist to get a better look in the mirror. The alluring little minx knew exactly what he was doing. Poking the bear with his provocative, wily ways.
“Stop trying to tease me, naughty boy. Hurry up and get ready, I’m taking you out.”
This was our first trip to New York and I wanted to show Elvis the sights. It was already night time, but I knew a great place to start. A white blonde quiff, followed by the face I loved most in the world, twisted around to look at me.
“Ahem, eyes up here, mate.” Elvis tipped his chin at me. I dragged my eyes up from his arse to his face. “I’m sorry you find my taste in loungewear a little distracting, but when one travels, one must have an outfit for every occasion.”
“Occasion?” I laughed, placing my laptop carefully on the bedside table as I crawled towards him.
“Mais oui, mon cher. Preparing to launch myself on the good people of New York City is definitely an occasion.” He turned around and bopped me on the nose.
“Firstly, please leave the French to our friends Stephan, Angel, Bastien, and Remi. I don’t think they’d appreciate the way you’ve just butchered their mother tongue. Secondly, you’re quite wrong, I am in deep approval of your occasion wear. May I show you?”
Without waiting for his response, I leapt from the bed and pounced on him. A shrill peal of giggles reverberated around the room as I threw my husband over my shoulder. I twirled us around a couple of times before dumping him on the bed. I fell on top of him pinning his arms above his head, before licking a stripe from his throat to his mouth, where I kissed him until we both drew back for air.
I ground my groin into his. We were both rock hard. I groaned. Elvis mewled. He arched up as much as was possible with my weight bearing down on him. “Take your pants off, Daddy,” he rasped in a husky, lust laden tone. It made my balls tingle with desire. I let go of his wrists while shucking off my boxers. Elvis knew how much it turned me on to hear him call me Daddy. Even though we didn’t really have that dynamic, he had a knack for pushing the right buttons just when he needed to. It appealed to my dominant side to have him submit to me, despite us both knowing who was really in control. Elvis was my moon and stars; there was nothing I wouldn’t do to please him.
I straddled my boy, running my fingers through his newly washed and dried hair. I took full advantage before he used his gunky mix of products in order to secure his quiff in place. The silky strands tickled my hands.
“I love you, Elvis.”
“I love you, Jonah.” He winked at me. “I’d love you even more if your penis reacquainted itself with my bottom.”
My heart squeezed and my stomach rolled. The things he did to my insides with his cheeky suggestions and naughty grins. Elvis came across as a sassy, fickle, fun-loving lad, which he certainly was, yet he was so much more. He was clever and witty with a sharp head for business and a keen eye for fashion. His work ethic matched mine; as did his ambition. He was creative, innovative and brave when it came to running Kent Outlet Mall, and I was slowly easing him into other areas of my enterprise, not just because he was my husband, but because he was genuinely an asset to the business. Where I saw complexity, he applied logic. Where I trod with caution, he jumped right in, never fearing the consequences.
A finger tapped my temple. “Earth to Jonah! Where’d you go, my lovely?”
I grabbed a handful of bleached hair, tugging Elvis’s head backwards. His chin jutted towards me and I nipped at it with m
y teeth. Not enough to mark him, but I licked over the spot anyway. “Pervy thoughts of you, as always.”
Elvis smirked. “Were you thinking about my hole, Joe? How hot and tight it would feel around your mighty cock.” His tone had gone from teasing to tantalising. He rolled his tongue between his lips, chewing on the bottom one seductively. He continued to taunt me in all manner of beguiling ways until my control was pulled tight as a thread. I grasped at the bedside unit trying to get at the lube in the drawer. My laptop tumbled to the carpet, landing with a dull thud. I didn’t give it a moment’s thought, such was my haste for fucking. Elvis giggled at my clumsy desperation. This was a side of me that only he got to see. To be fair, it was only Elvis who could drive me this crazy.
I reared back brandishing the tube of lube in the air triumphantly. Elvis flipped to his stomach drawing his knees up, spreading himself open for me. The way the soft, sheer negligee draped over his arse was nothing short of spectacular. I straddled him once more, rutting my straining cock against the fabric.
“Gahhh, that friction is fantastic…” I cried. I felt like I was on fire.
“Fuck me, Jonahhhhh.” Elvis smacked my thigh impatiently. “I prepped in the shower.” His hands dropped to his arse cheeks to pris them apart. A sparkly purple plug peeked out from the dark crease. I groaned.
“Just like a fucking boy scout,” I muttered. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew it was the wrong thing to say.
3…2…1…
“Oh my God, Jonah Kent. I hope that’s in a be prepared motto kind of way, and not in a pedo…oooof!” I slammed a hand over Elvis’s mouth. Some things should not be vocalised, especially if we were about to proceed in sexual relations. I tugged at the butt plug to distract him.
“The way your mind works is sometimes utterly baffling,” I berated him. He opened his mouth to reply, but I quickly jiggled the plug again derailing whatever he’d been about to snap back at me. Instead, he elicited a long moan against my palm. I let go of his face and lined myself up ready to thrust into him. I squirted a generous amount of lube around his pucker and over the length of my shaft before nudging at his hole with my cock.
“Brace yourself, baby.”
“Do me, Daddy,” he huffed back impatiently. I rolled my eyes as I slid into his body. Into his tight, wet, hot hole. We both cried out at the incredible sensation. It was somehow more heated than usual; and tingly?
“What the hell…” I looked for the bottle of lube, but it had disappeared. “Where. Did. You. Get. This?” I panted as I rocked into him. “Oh my God, it feels like my cock is going to melt and explode at the same time.”
“Shit, it’s too much. I’m gonna come!” He sounded as desperate as I felt.
Elvis rutted against the sheets as I bucked hard into his arse. I felt the walls of his channel tighten around my cock as he climaxed hard and fast, yelling my name. He was right; it was too much and I followed swiftly afterwards, coming harder than I had for a while. It was intense. My head spun with the rush and my thighs began to shake. I pulled out of Elvis’s body, slumping to the mattress by his side. He wriggled into me. We were both breathing heavily.
I felt around for the discarded tube of lube, finding it under my pillow. I squinted at it. “Oh shit!”
Elvis’s head shot up. “That sounded ominous. Is that why the inside of my arse feels like a furnace?” It was my turn to chew on my lip. “Jonahhhhh?” He drew out my name as if he was scolding a small child. “Joe, seriously, this is getting a little uncomfortable.”
I agreed. My penis felt as if it was being roasted in a hot oven. I cleared my throat. “It’s, umm, Deep Heat.” I’d used it to rub into my shoulder which I’d strained through continually stretching for my keyboard. After a heartbeat, he leapt from the bed squealing. I could only imagine the way he was feeling. I watched as he tore off his nightie and jumped in the shower. He fumbled for the douche nozzle turning it to cold.
“Help me!” he wailed, jumping from one foot to the other in a bid to wash his insides out.
I hastily joined him in the double shower cubicle.
“Place your hands flat on the wall.” His hands slapped on the tiles. I grabbed his waist and kicked his feet apart. “Walk your hands down as far as you can.”
“Hurry, Jonah. I feel like I’m going to self-ignite!”
A tinge of guilt licked at me at the sound of his desperate plea, even as I appreciated the swell of his buttocks and the gorgeous back dimples that sat above them. I inserted the nozzle in the space where my cock had just been. His entrance clamped around it as the cold water flowed into his body, counter-acting the heat. “Oh fuck, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”
After I’d washed away the Deep Heat from both our bodies, and Elvis had expelled the excessive amount of water I’d pumped into him, we sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in matching terry bath robes.
“You’re such a romantic,” Elvis snorted as he shoulder bumped me. “I dressed up in my sexiest lingerie to seduce you and was rewarded with an impromptu enema. Nice.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I promise to make it up to you.” I took his hand and kissed his knuckles. I was still a bit tingly, guessing he probably felt the same. I was too scared to ask.
“Oh, you will most definitely be doing that.”
My gut clenched. This was going to be expensive.
2
ELVIS
I was so going to milk this situation for all it was worth. After Jonah had hastily douched me out, the lingering tingles were actually very pleasant. However, he didn’t need to know that. I remembered to wince and huff every so often, if only to see the guilty look cross his face. It wasn’t often he did anything he had to apologise for, so I was going to take full advantage, even though I knew he’d give me the world if I simply asked for it.
He’d taken me to the William Vale, a trendy hotel in Williamsburg; the suburb of Brooklyn where his, or should I say, our apartment was located. It was all very hipster, but totally cool.
The rooftop bar was amazing. It offered stunning views of the Manhattan skyline and he’d managed to book us a table overlooking the East River, so that it was always in our line of vision. We ate steaks and fries. Jonah drank Jack Daniels and coke, while I worked my way through the colourful cocktail menu.
“Can we talk about Easter?” I asked him. He nodded as he swallowed a mouthful of bourbon. I watched the way his throat worked before finding my voice once again. It had been a year and a half since we’d met; just over a year since we were married, yet he still had the ability to render me giddy with even the smallest of actions. He was a powerful man, both physically and generally in life. He was arrogant and ambitious, yet he had the biggest heart of anyone I knew. No one was privy to his generous charitable donations for he did so mostly anonymously, however, I saw our bank statements and knew how much he gave to those who needed it.
“Go on, Elvis,” he encouraged.
“I’d like to go as a blue bunny,” I blurted. Jonah’s arm froze. His loaded fork hovered in mid-air. His mouth, which had been open anticipating the food, now snapped shut. I hurried on before he could object. “To the party.”
“Party?” Jonah croaked.
“The Kent Outlet Mall Fancy Dress Easter Treasure Hunt Party.” I couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. “Didn’t you get the memo?” Jonah’s eyes did that twitchy thing whenever I made a snarky remark he wasn’t crazy about. I knew I’d have to take him to the optician soon.
“Memo?”
I rolled my eyes and placed my cutlery carefully on my plate. “Easter bank holiday Monday? The Hot Cross sale day?” Jonah shook his head as if to clear it. I frowned. “Honestly, Jonah, it’s like you don’t even read my emails.” My voice sounded a little shrill, even to my own ears.
“Nico…” Jonah cleared his throat. “Nico scans them and only sends me the important ones.”
I snorted. I loved Jonah’s PA, Nico. He was a close friend now too, and pretty much indispensabl
e. Clearly, he had decided his busy boss didn’t need to know just yet about something that would cause him grave consternation. Gimmicky parties weren’t really Jonah’s thing.
“Well, ok, but it’s too late to cancel now, so I’m going as a blue bunny and you’re going as…”
“Nope, no way. It’s your party. I’m not dressing up.”
I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. Using very deliberate movements, I picked up my knife and fork and proceeded to cut my steak with all the grace I could muster. I could feel Jonah’s eyes on me. I sighed loudly before placing the loaded fork in my mouth. I chewed on my steak with slightly exaggerated movements. Jonah continued to stare. I waved my knife at him. He lowered his cutlery to his plate before retrieving his serviette from his lap to wipe his mouth. He seemed to be trying to control his breathing.
“Elvis.”
I continued to masticate.
“ELVIS!”
I was not expecting Jonah’s abrupt shout, despite my best efforts to wind him up. Consequently, I inhaled sharply which lodged a half-chewed piece of steak into my throat. I tried to cough it out, but it wouldn’t move. Jonah tutted loudly, probably thinking I was in the throes of a hissy fit. Fair play, there wasn’t much difference in style at this point, but I was actually choking. I dropped my cutlery to claw at my throat.
“Joe…” I gasped. “Can’t breathe.” I slammed my hands on the table causing everything to jump. Knives and forks clattered; water sloshed in the glasses; menus tumbled to the floor.
