Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
NATE
I'm a builder and my usual medium is wood, so I'm no stranger to dust. But in the fucking house? My messes are the main reason we bought a home with a big garage for me to work in.
I'm used to it; I know how to keep it contained. Ellis, on the other hand, has no idea what the fuck he's doing and is about to smoke me out of the house.
My phone pings with another message from him. It's a link to another tutorial video. I wish he would just let me help with the remodels, but he can be so damn stubborn.
With my shirt over my nose to protect my lungs, I respond with a thumbs up because what the hell else am I supposed to do? If he wants to sand the walls before painting and blow it out into the hallway, who am I to judge?
I'm focused on being happy that he's doing something to encourage his personal growth. Turning our basement living room into a kick ass gym with a new treadmill will be good for both of us.
Then there's the project he has going on in the office we don't use. That is the one I really want to help with, but I respect his need to do it alone for Violet. He's working on turning the bare room into a cozy place she can work or just read.
Unfortunately, that means he's also sanding the walls in there before repainting. Maybe I'm being dramatic, but I hate dust in the house. I try to shower immediately when I come inside every day.
Ellis bounds up the stairs from the basement looking pretty damn sexy in his flannel, tight black shirt underneath, and jeans. Then he rolls his eyes when he sees me covering my nose and slumps into the chair beside me at the dining table.
"Can you text Jamie and ask him if Violet likes scrunchies or normal ponytails?" he asks, as if he hasn't had me hounding the poor man all morning. Natural wood or white? Wall of bookshelves or mural? "I want to stock her room with some feminine stuff."
"You should text him this time," I suggest and lean back in my chair. My shirt drops and I catch a whiff of paint. "How's the painting going for the gym? Do you need my help?"
"Yes." My excitement is immediately squashed when Ellis reiterates, "I need you to text Jamie."
"Why won’t you?" I grumble even as I pull Jamie's text thread up on my phone.
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 love you," 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."
"AHH!" he bellows, throwing his head back as he arches. His adjustment sucks my cock further into his body, forcefully dragging out my orgasm. Wave after wave of pressure releasing sends ecstasy zapping through my veins.
"Damn, you're good," Ellis murmurs, his knees buckling ever so slightly. It's enough to snap me out of my contented haze and pull out. Using the clean rag beside the sink, I turn the water on and dampen it.
Cleaning him up is one of my favorite parts of our intimacy. More often than not, Ellis is a bratty sub and needs a firm hand. In the moments after sex, he's pliant and cuddly, driving me to take care of him and offer him the warmth he needs.
"You did so good," I tell him once I'm done wiping the cum from his ass.
He slumps against the counter and pulls his jeans back up.
Eyes hooded, cheeks pink, he looks like the perfect definition of freshly fucked.
Crowding him once again, I press my lips to his parted ones and take slow, languid kisses.
He allows me to caress his tongue with mine and stays melted in my hold.
When we break apart, he says, "Love you too."
That brings a smile to my face, drawing me in for another kiss. "Do you want a bath? Are you sore?"
He chuckles like he doesn't love those intimate moments we share when he's deep in his content sub space. "No, you teddy bear. I want to make your mom a treat. Bath later though? Together?"
I study him, trying to find any sign that he needs me more than he's letting on. Not finding anything but contentment and some extra energy to get back to work, I release him. "Later," I confirm and steal one last kiss.
I don't even notice the dust lingering in the air as I float on cloud nine up to the shower.