Ichabod stood and pulled off his apron, letting it fall to thefloor. He knew he was a mess. He didn’t care. The clay had taken a huge part of his stress, leaving him with adrenaline and need.
“Mmm. You gonna take off the rest, honey? It’s quiet in here. Nice and warm.” Ellis pulled the door shut, locked it.
He didn’t answer. He began to strip down, not even bothering to wash up. Ellis wanted him, he could have him like he was right now—covered in clay and in desperate need of contact.
No, not just contact. Not just anyone’s contact.
Ellis.
He needed Ellis to finish making this right. This cowboy had fixed things with Rick and had his back with all of this mess, and now he needed Ellis for one more thing tonight.
Ellis kicked off his slippers, then stripped down, flinging his clothes. His usually neat cowboy was fast, urgent, and his cock stood proud when he was naked.
Obviously he wasn’t the only one on fire, who needed reassurance and passion and love.
They crashed together, holding each other up as they swayed. Ellis kissed him with a ferocious hunger, hand on the nape of his neck. The other, Ellis used to grab his ass cheek, hauling him close enough to be skin to skin from knees to lips.
“Alexa. Turn off the studio lights.” He didn’t want little eyes seeing anything inappropriate, but he wanted Ellis and he wanted him bad. “I need you. I need you to fuck me. Now.”
His belly hurt from the sudden influx of want.
The wild kiss Ellis gave him, the caress that damn near lit him on fire didn’t hurt either.
And while he’d always thought Ellis was hot and enjoyed having sex with him, this was different. This was pure need, and this was his soul begging Ellis for connection and help and proof that he wasn’t alone.
Even more than that, he wanted Ellis to take him out ofhis head for a minute, and he wanted to do the same for his lover.
“Where can we do this? There’s got to be a sturdy place that’s not going to start spinning you around like a top.”
“This worktable can hold a thousand pounds of clay. It can hold me leaning against it, and you fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. That was clear, right?” He liked to make absolutely sure.
Ellis laughed against his mouth, resting their foreheads together, and he could barely see Ellis’s warm gaze, holding him as close as those arms did. “Crystal. And yes. Good. Lube?”
It made him happy that Ellis was being reduced to grunts and clicks. “There’s hand lotion over by the sink. I wash my hands a lot. It’ll work.”
It was organic. It shouldn’t have anything that stung sensitive areas, and they’d already dispensed with the condoms. There was so much to be said for monogamy.
“On it.” Ellis lifted him as if he weighed less than a calf and hoisted him to the table. Then he went to get the lotion. Fast.
He couldn’t help but stare at Ellis as he moved. He always thought of cowboys as not graceful on the ground. The stories all said they were better on a horse, but he did love to watch Ellis walk. Or do anything really. He figured that was a sign this was the guy for him because he hadn’t so much as looked twice at anybody since Chris.
Ellis came back, brandishing the lotion like a conquering hero. He had to laugh. He spread his legs and lifted his hips, showing off a bit because he was as hard as he could ever remember being, and he wanted that touch on him.
Ellis squirted a little lotion into his hand and grabbed Ichabod’s cock. Stroking up and down, making him grunt and buck.
“God, you’re amazing.” Ellis touched him, bending down to kiss his mouth and that kiss lit him on fire.
Well, he was already there, but he was well stoked and he was ready and willing to go in no time. He needed Ellis to slick him up and then stick that hard cock inside him. Where he needed it the most.
“Come on, Ellis, you don’t have to be gentle this time. Just give it to me,” he demanded.
“You mean this ain’t your first rodeo?” Ellis put more slick on his fingers, pressing two of them against Ichabod’s hole.
That was it, that was what he needed, and he spread wide, watching where Ichabod’s hand met his skin.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” Those calloused fingers slid in deep. Ellis bent forward to kiss his neck at the base of his throat, then looked over to bite at his shoulder.
“I need you, Ellis. I need you right now.”
