“I got you, baby. Don’t worry.” Ellis opened him up with quick, easy strokes, in and out, the lube making this insane wet noise as Ellis worked to get him ready.
“I don’t think you understand. You are taking too damn much time.” He reached down and grabbed Ellis’ wrist, shoving those fingers inside him.
“Fuck, baby.” Ellis made his fingers wide, stretching him until he grunted and then pulled free, slicking up his cock in seconds.
He reached for Ellis and he didn’t have to ask again. That cock slammed into him with one thrust, Ellis bending to kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. His ears were ringing with it, and Ichabod reached up to grab Ellis’s shoulders, which were the only solid things in the world. Even the table underneath his ass went away.
Ellis pulled back and then thrust forward, and they got a good rhythm going. His legs wrapped around Ellis’ hips, hisgrip on those shoulders and upper arms never failing. This was hot and necessary and perfect. The clay was drying on his skin, making things a little itchy, but that was another wonderful sensation.
He could do this all damn day, but he was only going to last a few minutes. His cock as Chinese algebra. His belly tight, his balls pulling up. Ellis was like fire all over him, burning him to the ground.
And Ellis was talking to him, hot words spilling over his skin. Curse words and love words. Things like “Faster, baby, harder. I love it like that. It’s so damn perfect.”
He kissed Ellis’s lips and bit his lower one, pushing, fighting for it, needing to lose himself in this.
The orgasm hovered on the base of his spine, working its way toward his brain. He bucked even more, pulling Ellis in deeper and harder, like Ellis demanded of him.
He didn’t think he’d ever been so hot. His skin burning, his nipples tight, his cock bouncing and slapping against his belly.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me. I know you need it.” Ellis grabbed his prick and started jacking him good and hard, making his eyes cross, those calluses dragging on his skin just right.
He swallowed and arched, his balls emptying in a rush, leaving him shuddering and sweaty, panting as he soared through his orgasm.
Ellis was right there with him, thrusting twice more before shooting inside him, filling him with heat and desire. So damn fine.
They both hung there together, still as a calm pond. Then Ellis grinned at him. “Well, hey.”
Ichabod started to chuckle. “Hey, I needed that. Good timing.”
In fact, it had been amazing timing and Ichabod felt like he could take on the entire world.
Clay was good.
Sex was great.
Clay and sex together were fucking amazing.
Chapter Twenty
Ellis had just unloaded a load of yearlings he’d bought at auction and was counting heads when he saw the sleek SUV flying up the long drive from the main road. He squinted, trying to see if it was anyone he knew.
“I swear to God, Rick, if you sicced CPS on us again, I will kill you,” he muttered.
The car came to a screeching halt, throwing up gravel. And then a man hopped out.
A man in completely inappropriate shoes, a pair of slacks, and a polo shirt.
It had to be a government somebody.
He headed to the house, making sure the barn door was closed.
That was when he found himself shocked as hell to see Ichabod in the arms of said government person.
Clinging to him, in fact.
What the actual fuck?
“What are you doing here?” He heard Ichabod ask, “Honestly, it’s almost Christmas. Is this my present?”
