Ellis shifts in his seat and avoids eye contact. "He's mad at me," he mumbles.
"Well, yeah! He's mad at me too, Ellis." I don't tell him that I think we're getting somewhere with Jamie quite yet because I want this effort and drive to do the right thing to continue. If Ellis were to text Jamie himself, he would notice Jamie's diminishing hostility.
"He hates me more than you." The shame in my partner’s voice makes my heart clench and brings mine back to the surface.
I place my hand over his and squeeze; both of us need the reassurance. "I don't think he hates us, darling. But yes, I'll text him."
He blows out a breath and slumps his shoulders in relief. "Thank you. What are you doing today?"
"I think I'll go hang out with my mom if you're sure you want to do this alone," I say, but it comes out more like a question. Leaving him to his chaos sounds like a recipe for disaster, but I'm willing to give him the space he needs. This is important to him.
Shaking his head, Ellis kisses my knuckles quickly and stands. "I don't need help, thanks though. Go shower, I'm going to whip up some banana muffins for the lovely Tina."
"You spoil her," I tease following him into the kitchen. I cage him against the counter once I’m close enough.
Arching his back, his firm ass grinds against my already swelling cock. "Do you want to spoil me?" he breathes, sounding needy and so fucking sexy I can't deny him.
"Reach up and grab the olive oil," I demand, voice tight with barely controlled lust. Jesus, after all these years, my man still drives me wild.
Ellis opens the cupboard and lifts up onto his tiptoes. A strangled sound from his lips spurs me on, and in the next beat my fingers are unbuttoning his fly and baring his ass to me.
"Nate," he hisses as his cock touches the cold drawer in front of him. "Here. Shit."
Snatching the impromptu lube from his white-knuckled grip, I immediately squirt some on my fingers. "Step back and bend over."
"Yes, Sir," he moans and does as I say. The morning sunlight highlights his round ass cheeks, making me salivate.
"You want me," I begin with a growl and slip my slick fingers between his cheeks to tease the rim of his hole. "So you're going to hold yourself open while I fuck your ass, aren't you?"
Scrambling to do as I tell him, Ellis places his cheek on the counter and uses his hands to spread himself wide. His puckered hole is now mine to do with as I please, and judging by the blush on El's face, he's feeling something about the position.
"Color?" I demand when I notice the shift from lust to embarrassment.
His eyes flick to me, and I still see his desire thankfully. Then he wiggles his ass at me and grins. "So fucking green."
The grin that stretches my lips is pure fucking love and pride for my man. "Good," I praise and push two fingers inside him.
His breath hitches as he convulses around me. I bet if I touched his cock right now he would explode almost immediately.
"I-I said green. Give me your cock," he pleads and clenches.
My free hand spanks his upper thigh before he's even finished his sentence. "Don't be rude, El. I'll spank you much harder next time."
"Please, fuck your cock in my ass? Sir," he adds with a cheeky grin over his shoulder. He spreads himself even wider.Fuck, it's dirty and so damn hot I can't control my breath.
Groaning, I realize I'm not in the right mindset to deny him. "This is going to be hard and fast, darling. You good with that?" Checking in is an important part of our dynamic, especially considering Ellis' struggle with his emotions sometimes.
"Yes," he says with a long groan as I pull my heavy cock out of my sweatpants. Slowly, I remove my fingers and rinse them in the sink beside his face. Then, with teasing hesitation, I coat my dick in our cooking oil.
With the head of my penis nudging at his entrance, I take a moment to bend forward and pepper his back with kisses. "I loveyou," I coo, but before he can respond, I gently plunge forward. It's not an immediate fuck because his comfort and safety is my priority.
Of course, Ellis knows exactly how to drive me fucking wild. He slams himself back onto my cock with a short shout of pleasure. His hands falter on his cheeks, so I grab his wrists and force them back into place.
"Hold yourself open so I can fuck you, Ellis," I demand, voice gruff and hard. Like his dick. Unable to help myself as I continue thrusting in and out of his tight heat, I reach around him and grab his cock with my lubed up hand.
"Fuck! Nate!"
"That's it," I growl, hips snapping forward in time with my hand on his pulsing dick. "Come in my fucking hand while I fill your ass."
