Commitment Collection, page 9
part #1 of Commitment Series
Elliott
It’s just too tempting. I move my arm to stroke the pulsing length of his cock butting into my shoulder as he stretches over me to reach inside my bedside table. It’s the lightest of touches, a gentle caress with my fingers, up his shaft, a soft, circular sweep underneath his head and up to his tip. He shudders, his legs which are spread eagle over my torso, tremble. My cock stiffens in response, to his uncontrollable answer to my touch.
I glide the soft edge of my tongue, collecting his precum, digesting his excitement and internalizing it with my own.
“Be careful what you’re doing there. You feel amazing and I have a lot I want to do yet.” His teeth flash in the half light of my bedroom.
“Don’t worry, I’m just enjoying a little of you,” I reply, taking one final lick before he retreats, trailing kisses on every available surface of my naked flesh. He lingers on my ripped stomach, stroking the back of his nails along the sensitive skin to either side of my erection. My nerves are on fire, and as my skin puckers, I jolt upwards relishing my heightened reaction to the lightest of Kyle’s touches.
He takes me in his mouth and as he slips me deeper into his throat, his hands move from my stomach and grab the lube. Squirting it on his fingers, he swipes down the underside of my cock, the cold jelly causing my body to ignite against the tiny fragments of his touch.
“This is incredible, Kyle. You’re incredible. I’m on fire.”
He lifts his head, briefly, “Oh, you’ve not experienced anything yet.”
The pad of his finger runs around the tight muscles that pulsate against his teasing and I groan as electric shocks charge down, curling my toes. I let out a sigh, open my legs wider, begging him to enter.
"Please, Kyle."
“Not so fast.” His voice is husky, his words catching in his throat and I have to hold back so caught on the emotion of the moment as I am.
Kyle trails his slippery fingers up my shaft, twirling them at the top in a figure eight before heading down again, all the while, he’s teasing my hole with his other finger. I’m jabbing my hips up and down against him, encouraging him to enter, writhing with the overpowering force of my need.
He dips the tip of his forefinger in my entrance. A flurry of energy chases from my stomach, spanning into my heaving chest like tendrils of volcanic magma. My heart pounds and my head rushes as the intensity soaring through my system rings in my ears.
I let out a guttural moan as his finger finally enters me. Circling below the knuckle, he stretches me, catching all the sensitive nerves which had been lying dormant by my tight opening.
“Are you OK?” he checks.
I really wish he’d quit with that, “I’m fucking amazing. Don’t stop.”
He laughs softly. It’s soft, shy even, but then it’s lost as he presses his finger all the way inside me, hitting my receptive spot and forcing the air from my lungs as he massages against it.
I buck up, twisting against him, my body writhing, gripping the covers in my fist. He keeps going, more forceful, more confident, more firm, before tempting me with an extra finger at my entryway.
My feet are so wide now, they won't spread any further, but he needs to know I want this, that I want him. He places more pressure behind his fingers, then spirals them as they slide inside, his other hand working my cock, forcing me to the brink.
My balls shrink and a final flurry of blood fills my shaft before I...
He stops.
Nothing.
I’m panting, my head rushes, blocking out any thoughts other than this awesome, frustrating moment. My eyes scrunch together.
I relax, my heart rate slowing. “Ahhhh.”
He laughs. And starts his motion again, his hand working my shaft first. His fingers generate a swirl of pressure inside me, igniting my every nerve with the passion I feel for him.
Kyle
I’m enjoying myself. Part of this may be some bitter sweet revenge for Elliott being moody recently, but there’s a big part of that is gaining enormous, kick ass pleasure from my ability to make him buck and weave his way across his huge bed. It’s empowering.
And so I stop, and start, stop and start until Elliott is writhing around, about to tip over from the edge of delirium to pain. This time, when I feel the head of his shaft enlarge in my fist, I carry on, allowing him to growl as he spills his glorious delight all over his beautiful chest.
“Fucking hell, Kyle. What have you just done to me?” He slaps the side of his head with his hand, wrapping it over his eyes.
My chest swells. “If you play your cards right, there’s more where that came from.”
I flop on top of him, the length of me pressing against his slippery chest. The thrill of his wet torso, and what that means, spreads to my penis which jabs into his belly. He pushes up against me, the firm muscles of his toned abs pleasuring me, the combination of his natural lubricants and the spillage from the tube allowing me to get well and truly fucking off on rubbing myself against him.
I’m already horny as hell anyway, so it doesn’t take much for me to work into some kind of a crazy frenzy, and when Elliott lifts his face to mine and bites my bottom lip then releases it as I thrust from my forearms, pushing against his powerful masculinity as he forces his hips up onto me, I think I could lose my mind.
His lips trail down the sensitive side of my neck, kissing my throat. As my head arcs back he licks the gap between my collar bones while gripping my butt and pulling me down, firm against him, moving with my rhythm. My legs are still wide, straddling his closed ones between mine, splayed open at the rear. He finds the place, strokes around my swollen hole which is begging to be included in this insane escalating climax.
His fingers circle outside, round and round, my body twitching, craving more.
“Do it,” I beg.
“Calm down, when I take you I want all my energy for you.”
“Uhhhh.” I grunt, but he dips the end of his finger inside me, massaging the front of my entrance. Electric shocks shoot down my legs, up my body. My heart fires at double speed and I tip my head backwards, detonating my load between us, discharging against him and mixing our fluids in a heady cocktail of relief.
I collapse my sweaty chest against his, rest my forehead on the pillow next to his, and try to breathe. When I place my lips on his neck he turns his head to face me and our lips meet in a gentle kiss. And then another.
The mess between us turns sticky and eventually, as I roll off, our skin peels apart. Elliott strokes my face, the tender look that warms his eyes is all I need. I stroke a curl away from his face, displaying his gorgeous cheeks, his strong jaw, and those sensitive lips and I pray for a future that includes him.
He nods, perhaps reading my thoughts. “Stay the night.” He strokes my throat and trails his finger between my pecs.
I have no need to speak, instead I kiss him full on the mouth.
Elliott
I don’t normally sleep well with someone else in my bed, but with Kyle beside me I slept like a baby. Maybe it’s because I’ve not had a good night’s rest since we had our blow up, or perhaps it’s because he released more than a little tension with that almighty orgasm last night. Whatever happened, I crashed well and was truly out for the night.
When we first kissed and turned off the light, I had a moment where I thought, ‘This is it. Kyle is here, staying all night.’ Panic started to rise and then as soon as I curled up in his arms and snuggled into the undeniable warmth of his embrace, I was down for the count.
It was just as wonderful when I woke this morning and heard his labored breath next to mine. The intimate sound filtered through into my consciousness before I even opened my eyes. We’d migrated to the opposite edges of the bed while sleeping, which allows me now to rise without disturbing him. Pulling on a pair of sports shorts and grabbing my athletic shoes from the shelf in my dressing room, I pad down to the gym, a calm in my soul which I’d left in the past along with my hurt.
Entering the one place in my house that I love, the sleek modern lines of the gym have been sculpted to my design. The rest of the place is too old fashioned for my tastes, but I had this room converted and it’s just perfect. I warm up on the treadmill before getting involved in some serious cardio. I’m so pumped from last night that I blast out burpee after burpee in my HIIT routine.
I’m just finishing up when Kyle finds me, his face crinkled on one side from sleep.
“Ah, here you are. I’ve been around almost the entire house looking for you.” He brushes his minty lips against my sweaty ones, curling his arm around my waist for just a moment longer than needed. I feel small in his arms which are twice the size of mine. “I stumbled across your motorcycle collection in the garage.”
“Ah, do you like bikes then?”
“I love them. Got my license before my parents put a stop to my riding passion. We were a Christian family, so the raucousness associated with riding fast bikes was frowned upon. Once I became an adult, I haven’t gotten myself into a financial position to be able to buy myself one. Yet.” He winks. “So, how come you’re up so early? it’s the crack of dawn even for you.”
“I slept well and woke feeling fresh so I thought I’d get this out of the way before you woke.”
“I might have wanted to join you. What have you been doing?”
I explain my personal routine, which is an allocated day for each type of fitness from HIIT to circuits to weights and any amount of variations in between depending where I am in the race calendar and the individual demands of the forthcoming circuits. “I’m just about finished now. Do you want some breakfast?”
“Yeah, I’m starving. What can you eat?”
I think about what I have in the fridge today. I wasn’t expecting a house guest. “How about an omelet?”
“Hey, I love omelets. Have you had bacon, onion, and garlic with a few herbs thrown in and hollandaise sauce drizzled over the top?”
I laugh, “You’re quite the chef aren’t you! But no, I’ll just be having the herbs this morning, I’m afraid.”
“Ah, yeah. Your training regime. This is going to take quite some getting used to,” he says.
“So, you like to cook then?” I ask.
“Yeah, I love food and I’m a big guy.” He swipes his hand over the length of his body in case I’d not noticed.
“Oh, I know how big you are, and gorgeous!”
His cheeks redden.
“Ah, I'm sorry. What I mean to say is, I’ll look forward to you cooking for me some time.” It’s so natural, the idea that he’ll just be around now. That we’ll be together more often than we won’t. And then we’ll take care of each other.
Kyle
The next few days are a dream. Elliott and I are working then hanging out in the evenings. I’ve only made a few, very brief stops to my place to collect some clothes before we meet at his again. He has some evening promotional work going on tonight, so I’m back in my trashy little apartment. It was terrible even before I was basking in the luxury of Elliott’s seven star home, but now? Well, it just highlights how much I don’t have.
He’s not been here yet. Not because I’m ashamed, we’re not all rock star race drivers, but it’s farther away from our place of work, plus I don't have the privacy, nor personal security of his house so it’s not as safe.
However, there is one huge benefit to me being home alone tonight. I can eat pizza.
I plan on ordering in and spending the evening with a beer in front of my 32 inch TV. It doesn’t need to be any bigger; the room isn’t large enough to sit that far away from it, thanks to my soon-to-be ex-wife, Madeleine.
Anyway. I’ll be having an early night. I’m under strict instructions to be arrive at Elliott’s at 7am tomorrow. He has plans for us. A real date day, he says. I can live with that.
It’s a perfect spring morning when I set off toward the country lanes and Elliott’s mansion. My radio is blaring out some 90’s songs and there really is nothing that could make me any happier. Butterflies are racing around my stomach in anticipation of whatever the hell it is Elliott has in mind for us. Despite us spending so much time together, we’ve never actually had an actual date and I’m not ashamed to admit I’m excited.
Punching the key code he gave me into the electric gates, I drive my rust bucket up his road, parking in front of his stone house. He hears me on his gravel drive and jogs out to meet me. A warm pride seeps into my soul for no other reason than he’s as eager to see me as I am him.
Pulling me into him before I’m even out of the car, he kisses me and whispers in my ear, “I missed you last night.” He smells of fresh soap and aftershave. He’s prepared for the date and that smell filters right into my heart.
“I missed you, too. Although not when I was eating my dinner. All that health food is an acquired taste.” I finish with a quick peck to show him I'm not bothered if I have to eat cardboard for the rest of my life.
“I can think of a better type of food...” Elliott groans in my ear as he presses against me, nuzzling into my neck. Shivers dart down my back, colliding at the base of my spine, reminding my cock it had a night off. I kiss the side of his head, then his ear, and rub my hand up his back. He lifts his head, looks at me and our lips touch, part, and engage in a kiss.
This is different. The man is telling me something. I need to listen to his body as it moves within mine. He’s soft, wanting, needing me to understand. I close my eyes and listen to the moment, to how he feels. Passion and love emanate from his every pore.
Our tongues tangle, but they’re calm, relaxed and at home. They’re no longer discovering fresh places, but welcoming routine. Excited by the warm blanket of familiarity, my heart pounds with the excitement of being close to Elliott now, not with the thrill of a new adventure.
We pull apart, and I lick him from my lips, tasting every part of him. And it’s in that moment that I realize I’m ready.
Elliott
He looks stunning. I told him to dress casually, but even in his ripped jeans and a loose sweatshirt, he’s a glorious sight.
“That can wait. We need to start our date.” I pull away from him. I’m excited about what I have lined up and want to get an early start. If this goes on any longer, we’ll end up missing the best part of the day.
“I’ll just grab my jacket.”
“You won’t need that.” I take his hand and click the button to open my garage. “Come on.” I turn when it fully opens, grin at him and pull him inside.
“What are we doing, Elliott?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I pass around the side of my Harley and seize the box I’ve hidden in the rear of the room. “Here, sorry it’s not wrapped.” I hold out the gift I can't wait to present to him.
“What?” His eyes are wide, like a child’s at Christmas. The exact response I was hoping for and my dear Kyle doesn’t disappoint. “Is this for me?”
“Of course it is, who else? Try it on. I hope it fits.” I’m trying hard not to jump up and down with excitement.
He pulls the carbon black helmet out of the Simpson box. “Oh, Elliott, this is awesome.”
“Try it on, let’s see...” I know I'm impatient, but I can’t help it. I’ve really had to stop myself all week from spilling the beans about today.
His cheeks squelch up against the padding as he tugs the helmet down over his head. I wiggle it, checking the size, noticing the sparkle in his eyes as I do. “It's a perfect fit. Do you like it?”
“Of course I do. This is one cool helmet. You'd better watch your back with me in this. All the guys will be after a piece of my ass.” He wiggles it, just to make sure I've got the message.
I shake my head, “You're incorrigible. Now take it off.”
He lets out a light hearted laugh, “You’re full of orders this morning. Is this the format for the day?”
Raising my eyebrows, I grin, warm to my core. “Let’s just see.”
Now it’s his turn. His eyebrows shoot up, “Ooh, a little mystery.” He punches my arm and we jostle, any excuse to touch and be touched. Grabbing behind my neck, he pulls me to him in a hard kiss, his skin grazes mine as he shoves me against my pickup.
“Seriously, thank you.”
“We’re not done yet. Check this out.” I slip out from under his weight and skip through a side door. “Here.” I throw the next part of my gift in his direction as I trot back.
“Oh, wow.” It's a leather jumpsuit. “It’s fully branded. We'll match.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t expect my partner to be left without sponsorship now can I? I mean, how would people know we’re together?”
“Because I’ll be on the back of you, duh!” My heart literally skips a beat. He replied exactly as I’d hoped. I remain quiet, walking over to the other end of the garage while he tries on his new outfit. Once I’m there, I reply. “Well, you won’t have to be riding on the back, because this is yours.” I point to the Harley exactly like mine except for the color. Where my tank is cream and red, his is graphite to match his helmet.
“Wow, I even have a bike to ride. Thank you, Elliott.” He rushes over to me, kisses me again and hops on. “I hope I don’t crash it.”
“Hey, crashes happen, I know that. But, Kyle, this is your bike. It’s a gift. For you to keep. I’m not lending it to you.”
That got him.
He stops. Stares at me, mouth agape. “You’re kidding?” His voice is light, faint, and it cracks as the tears that were welling in his eyes spill over. “Oh, God. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He wipes his cheek with the back of his hand.
I laugh, kind of pleased, but embarrassed that I could bring him such pleasure in what is such a simple act for me. “Well, I was hoping for some emotion, but, wow.”
