Commitment Collection Page 2

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  My trailer is the size of a small house, as is its cost, but I much prefer to stay in this if I can when we’re away. The hotels that some other drivers stay in have way too many paparazzi gathered outside for my liking, plus with smart phones these days, every individual is a pap. There’s no escape.

  Yes, I admit, I use the free publicity to my advantage when it suits me, but the rest of the time I prefer my privacy. It’s key to being able to function within the very real constraints of fame. It’s rough enough not being able to go shopping without my security detail raising objections about not having scouted the place out first. But when it comes to the real personal stuff, while I’m not shy about my sexuality, nor my promiscuity, it still doesn’t do to have the people you’re seeing worrying about their faces being plastered over every media platform, social or otherwise.

  Moreover, shallow as it sounds, I do have an ego, and I’d much prefer my playmates to be bothered about spending time with me rather than being featured with me for their own gain.

  Some call that selfish.

  Perhaps it is.

  But show me someone who wouldn’t be put off by being a mere accelerant for another’s fame. I prefer my partners to be at least interested in our bedroom shenanigans.

  And so, my motor home is my haven. This way, I’m not allowing strangers into my house, but I still maintain privacy and the luxury of having my own belongings around me when I’m on the road.

  There’s a knock at the door and it surprises me. I’m too busy ruminating over nothing, but then I hadn’t anticipated Kyle’s arrival to be so soon. I’ve barely finished my shower and my paltry towel is still strung around my waist.

  Ah, to hell with it. He’s hot anyway.

  “Hi, come in. Sorry about my appearance, you caught me off guard.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry, weren’t you expecting me? I can leave. I was told you wanted to see me.”

  “No, I was expecting you. I just didn’t realize that much time had passed, that’s all. Come in.”

  I step aside, ushering him inside. Our bodies brush in the tight entrance, setting off an obvious bulge in my groin which is so not appropriate. That’s all I need, a big, juicy hard-on poking out from under this flimsy towel. It barely covers my modesty as it is.

  “I wanted to say hi and get to know you as you’re new on my team. We’re a unit and it’s important for us all to be on as good as terms as possible. While we’re here to work, I find that work to be way more effective if we all get along.”

  I imagine us connected, my shaft rubbing in and out of his tight ass. It’s not doing any good for my crazy cock which is following mental instructions to the letter. I turn away from him, toward the chill of the fridge.

  “Can I grab you a drink? I have water, or water.” I bend, calming my head in the open cool box. “Sorry, it’s full on season now, so I’m on lock down, diet wise.”

  “Hey, don’t worry. Water is fine, thanks.” His voice is gruff. Low and deep, like chocolate. Come to think of it, the whole of Kyle Beaumont is a decadent delight.

  Kyle

  When he answers my knock at his trailer, he’s still dripping from the shower and with only the tiniest towel laced around his waist.

  Well, that was a shock!

  I step back and find it necessary to apologize for my arrival even though my understanding is that he asked me to visit.

  That said, I find time to appreciate the results of the hours of grueling exercise these drivers go through. It certainly shows. I thought my schedule was intensive, but I have nothing on this guy. He’s not as big as me, smaller by nature, but he is cut. The V which nestles into the top of his towel takes my breath away and I stand back, eyes wide, breathing rapid.

  It just dawned on me, Elliott Judd, superstar Elliott Judd, has not only asked to see me in his motor home, but he’s so relaxed around me, that he’s dressed only in a towel. This is the Elliott Judd!

  I enter his trailer. This is his personal space and more of a home than any other he owns, when you consider the amount of days of the year that he spends living here. The fresh smell of shower gel lingers in the air, and the windows are condensed in their top corners despite most of them being thrown open in the unusually warm weather. It’s not what I expected from a superstar. In fact, it’s kind of normal but not disappointingly so. I’d expected more glamor from the rock star racing driver, but he could be anyone caught off guard during his day-to-day routine.

  He chats small-talk while he dresses in the other room. The door is ajar and I can see him in the clear half of a steamy mirror. Maybe it’s his super-stardom that has me feeling embarrassed, because if it were anyone else I’d not blink an eye if they dressed, or even undressed, in front of me, but Elliott Judd has me scanning the walls for some kind of distraction.

  I find none.

  I glance back just as he’s pulling his jeans up against his bare ass cheeks. My eyes stick to him as he twists on his toes to face me before sauntering out, fly undone, against a clean palette and a t-shirt half way over his head so his abs pull taught, rippling with his every movement.

  “So, what’s your home situation like?” He asks, “This isn’t really the life for a married guy with kids.”

  “No, that would be tough. Thankfully, I’m single and not planning on finding a girlfriend any time soon. You can’t get a job like this and be chasing everything that moves.” I remember Elliott’s reputation, “Sorry, no offense.” I hold up my hands, palms facing him.

  A smile curls his lips. “None taken.”

  His presence is troublesome to my usually nonchalant attitude and my spine stiffens as he hovers side on to zip his jeans. His open V is level with my nose.

  I avert my eyes, not sure where I should look.

  “My reputation does proceed me I’m afraid,” he says continuing without any kind of indication that he senses my tension.

  “Doesn’t it bother you, that all the papers talk mirthlessly about your love life?” It’s out of my mouth before I can bite it back.

  He doesn’t recoil or furrow his brow. Instead, a grin splashes over his features, lighting up those blue eyes again. “Why would I care? I don’t have any ties. Romances are too complicated for this way of life. You said so yourself. And let’s face it, variety is the spice of life.”

  I chuckle, hearing my voice as he would. It sounds deep and throaty. Am I flirting with him?

  Really? Talk about taking star-struck to the extreme. I’ll have to reign my adoration in as it’s totally not cool when I work with the guy. Plus, let’s face it. This is one man who could get the wrong impression, and much as I’m drawn to him, I am not up for that.

  Elliott

  He likes me. Admittedly, I left the door open while I changed on purpose and of course, zipped my jeans when I was about as close to his mouth as I could muster without an arrest warrant being issued. But he’s flirting with me.

  And I like it. I like him.

  And what I like, I get.

  Kyle Beaumont just doesn’t realize it yet.

  “How about you, Kyle? Do you enjoy a little spice in your life?” I must be careful not to overplay this, so I relax back and waggle a single eyebrow.

  “Huh?” His eyes dip to the table. He awkwardly laughs again, his response sticks in his throat. “Uh, sometimes, but not in the way I think you’re suggesting.”

  “Ah, now that’s a shame because you are a fine example of the male species.”

  His eyes bounce up and lock into mine. His breath is quick, matching mine as his lips form an oval. I’m not so sure his breathing is rapid for the same reason as mine, but a man can hope.

  “Don’t worry, I’m toying with you, I never mix business and pleasure. It doesn’t make sense.”

  He whistles, those black eyes drilling into me. I’ve never seen such dark eyes with so much light. I make a split decision to push. “Unless it’s absolutely necessary, that is.” I flash my whitened teeth and wink.

  “Hey, you’re acting like I don’t get a say in the matter.” His tone has lifted an octave.

  I lean forward, “I’m just saying, that’s all. A little taste of the gorgeous Kyle may force a man to make an exception to his rule.”

  “And what about the exception to my rule? That rule, which says I’m straight.”

  “Ah, rules are meant to be broken. Surely, you’re not against trying something new now and again? What harm can it do?”

  “Hey, a lot. I’m straight.” He holds his hands out in front of him in a ‘what the fuck,’ gesture, but laughs.

  For my part, I have to stop myself from launching at him right there and then. But, that will get me nowhere. “Ah, such a shame. You should look outside your comfort zone sometimes you know.” He laughs with me, unguarded and calm.

  How foolish of him.

  Kyle

  Well, that was a weird hour. I wasn’t sure what to make of Elliott. I enjoyed spending time with him. We had some laughs, apart from him coming onto me every other second, but I think it’s just how he’s become programmed to behave around strangers. Playing the big man.

  But I could see us going out for a beer sometime and having fun. He doesn’t take himself too seriously which is enormously engaging and he’s the opposite of what I expected. The person you see in TV interviews is suspicious and focused on winning. Thinking about it, it does stand to reason that he comes across as serious, even harsh. But the real man is a totally different entity. He’s naughty, childish, and fun.

  * * *

  I’m out eating with the team a few hours later when the sun is starting to drop behind the horizon. I say out, but we don’t actually go anywhere. We have a barbecue around the trailers we’re all sharing. Someone has lit a fire to keep the
bugs away and we’re cooking on some embers while sitting round shooting the shit.

  I’m halfway through gnawing on a T-Bone when I hear:

  “To what do we owe this honor?” It’s Jessie the PR manager. I don’t know her well but she’s puffed her chest out in a way that tells everyone she has an interest in Elliott Judd above and beyond simple press releases. Interesting.

  “I thought I’d grace you with my presence, that’s all, and come along and join you for a bite. It is the first day of the new season after all, and we do have a new member of the team I need to get to know.” Elliott bends at the waist, making an amplified bow. There’s discord as he’s warned not to eat our dinner, raucous laughter making it surprisingly clear that they’re not joking.

  “Don’t worry, you know how my diet is regulated at this time of year. My party time just ended boys; I’m back on the wagon.” He wanders over to the grill and picks up a carrot stick from the salad prepared on tin foil plates to the side and crunches it down.

  He pulls up a seat next to me and settles one leg at a right angle across his other. “You enjoying your first night on the road?” he asks.

  I freeze as his thigh brushes mine, whether it’s from fear or excitement I’m not sure, but as it lingers, in what I’m sure must be an uncomfortable position, I don’t move. I leave my leg exactly where it was, focused on his warmth through his jeans as I reply, “Sure, it’ll be better when I get more acquainted with everyone. But as first nights go, it’s pretty good.” My voice shakes. I’m pretty sure he notices, but thankfully he ignores it and I allow myself to release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

  “Well at least you’re acquainted with me. That’s why I decided to come down here tonight. I thought it would be nice to pay you a visit and keep you company while you settle in.”

  “Well, thanks. I appreciate the gesture.” If we were drinking bottles of beer I’d clink mine to his, but as it is, I lean forward and stare into the flames as they dance around logs, ignoring the exhilaration of the tension throbbing between us.

  We sit, the group chatting as one, a team happy to be back together for another year on the road. Every move he makes sends jolts of anticipation through me. Anticipation of what I have no clue. But I can’t concentrate much on anything, least of all what anyone else is saying.

  “I’m going to turn in, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow,” Elliott says, then lowers his voice. “I don’t suppose you’d like to join me, would you?”

  But, wow, he’s still insatiable. “Oh, and I thought you were just testing your beginners’ luck earlier.”

  “I was. Still am. And then when that runs out, I’ll try something else. You don’t win without putting in the effort.” He nudges me as he stands.

  “Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t wait up for me.” I shove him back. As I do, he moves, and I catch his solid stomach. Blood rushes to my head as I remember how that looked earlier.

  What is wrong with me? Does it only take a little flattery for me to get hot under the collar for a guy now? When I’m around him, my senses are alive, I’m alive.

  Sure, part of that MUST be that he’s famous, but that memory of him after his shower keeps replaying in my mind. I’m reliving the vision of his athletic, bronzed and very bare chest, of his hard, lean body disappearing into that tiny towel and the muscular shaft of his thighs. I feel crazy! And I’m not comfortable with the burn between my legs as those video’s replay. And yet, they continue to loop, sending my heart into an uncomfortable frenzy which only gets worst when he’s close.

  And now, with his back disappearing over toward his camper, I feel strangely alone. Everyone else is engaged in conversations and I’m on the outside, and it’s not because I’m new around here. It’s been a long day, and I’m feeling horny. I might not be looking for a girlfriend, but it has still been too long since I came. I stand. It’s time to make a move and put myself back on the even keel that Elliott Judd has unstabilized.

  I’ll drift back to the trailer now before everyone else. Let me take care of this ache before bumping into Elliott again tomorrow. That’s what the issue has been today, a lack of action which can easily be rectified with my own hand.

  Kyle

  I head toward the toilets and hear a noise. It’s not conversation, exactly, but there’s something going on. I don’t have time to figure it out before I see it.

  Elliott is standing banked against the group of toilets. His pants are open, and he has Jessie at his crotch. Actually, to be precise, he has Jessie round his crotch. She’s sucking and gagging and riding him so hard down her throat, I’m surprised her eyes don’t pop out.

  I stop, ‘He said he was going to bed’ is my only thought. I’m peeved, irrational anger rising like bile up my throat.

  I swallow and bit the bile back down. ‘Who am I to come along and demand this Lothario changes his spots. It’s not like I’m even interested, for goodness’ sake. And I told him so.’

  I remain motionless save for my body twitching. I mean my body twitches. Watching Elliott get blown by Jessie is hot.

  I harden. I can’t help it. I was aroused before I walked into this live sex show.

  My cock is throbbing in my pants, straining against my zipper, aching to be used. I try and subdue it with a firm press of my palm, ignoring my need to run over and get involved.

  Instead, I watch in the shadows.

  A twig snaps underfoot.

  Jessie doesn’t notice, but Elliott, oh he does. Our eyes seal in one unilateral gaze. The acceleration of my heart rate has nothing to do with being caught, and everything to do with him stealing the craving from my eyes and mirroring it back, magnifying our spark.

  The rest of the world becomes unimportant, a blur against the backdrop of his face. It tells me it wasn’t just his smart-ass mouth running off earlier. His look screams that he wants me with everything he has. And even though he has the pretty Jessie diving down his hardened shaft, it’s me that he desires.

  It should scare me. Make me run away as fast as I can. But it must be the excitement of the day, because it only makes me horny as hell. I rub myself standing in those bushes, crushing my cock between my palm and my body, trying to gain at least some release. Only feeling more tension. More surprising carnal desire for this man.

  Elliott’s eyes drop to focus on my hand. The kick I feel in the pit of my stomach as he watches me move up and down against my hardness is all encompassing. My rhythm is slow at first, but speeds up as his intensity ignites into tiny explosions that melt the blue ice of his eyes.

  I dare to imagine what it would be like to have him sucking me off. Would it be different than a woman? He would know better than a woman who has no more of a guide than the arbitrary sounds of a grateful partner.

  I press harder, then faster and as Elliott identifies my desire and explodes in Jessie’s mouth so much that it dribbles down the side of her chin.

  I stop myself short, catching my breath. My groin is on fire and I think-this is madness.

  I will not stand in the bushes on my first day on a new job and jerk off over a superstar getting a blow job.

  What is going on in my head?

  Apart from absolutely not being gay, and therefore this being of no interest to me whatsoever, I do not want to be known as the dirty pervert who lurks among the trees watching random team members make out.

  Or worse, I could get fired for unprofessional behavior. I wonder what happened to the guy I replaced.

  I take off, fast, in the opposite direction. My teeth can wait tonight. I’ll brush them in the morning.

  Elliott

  Oh, he is one provocative mother fucker. Kyle does not understand even half of the sexual pull he holds. And I’m all out to get him to pull me. Seeing him in the bushes made me throb more than anything Jessie could achieve. I may have just shot my load down her throat, but it was Kyle I was imagining. And spotting him lurking in the shadows just made me crave him even more. I can’t get him out of my head.