Chapter 39
Ash
The next day, I stand at the stove stirring the soup I made when I hear the knock at the door, and my heart leaps into my chest.
The whole house smells like Kjotsúpa, a traditional Icelandic lamb soup.
The soup isn’t fancy by any means, and I made sure Gray liked lamb before I made it, but I think it came out good.
I couldn’t decide between rice or oats, so I used both, half and half.
I’m not much of a cook, but my mother made sure I knew how to make this soup before I left home.
Gray offered to take me out for my birthday, but I insisted she come here instead. I plan to get her into my bedroom tonight, and I didn’t want to try and make it through a whole dinner with blue balls.
I get to the door, already unable to contain the smile on my face at the thought of seeing her. Kelsier was right. I’ve got it bad, and after talking to Petra yesterday, I realize just how bad.
My parents considered staying another day, but Petra convinced them they needed to leave and give me and Gray some time alone. They came to the arena today, and I showed them around, but they left mid-afternoon to head back to Canada, and I went home after practice to cook soup.
I swing the door open wide.
“Hey, I hope you’re hung-” I start to say, but the words choke off in my throat as I take in the figure before me.
Gray stands there wrapped in a trench coat with her hair pulled into pigtails on either side of her head. Her lips are painted a deep red, and I’m vaguely aware she seems taller than usual. I look down to see she’s wearing black stilettos.
My mouth goes dry. Jesus Christ. Is she naked under that coat? If she is, I think I might come in my pants.
“Happy birthday,” she says with a smile. She cocks her head when I don’t answer. “Can I come in?”
I realize I’ve been standing in the door staring at her.
I promised myself I wouldn’t maul her the second she walked through the door, but I have a feeling that promise will be dust in the wind the second I see what’s under the coat.
I step aside, and Gray enters, her heels clicking on the hardwood of the entryway.
“Uh, what are you doing, baby?” I ask, my voice low and graveled.
She cocks her head in question. “What do you mean?”
I nod to the coat. “I mean, what are you wearing? Are you…are you naked under that?”
She frowns. “No, of course not. What if I got pulled over or got into an accident on the way here?”
I let out a deep exhale. Thank God for small favors.
But my relief is premature. Gray unties the belt of the trench coat and pulls it off, and I stop breathing. She wears a short plaid skirt that barely covers her ass and a tight white blouse that’s unbuttoned far enough to see the fiery red bra she has on beneath it.
My cock goes rock hard, and I really hope she had something to eat before she came over because we won’t get to the soup anytime soon.
My expression turns serious as my brows pinch almost angrily, and Gray’s smile falters.
“Is…something wrong?” She looks down at herself, trying to figure out what I don’t like.
“What the fuck were you thinking coming here dressed like that?” I ask, and she looks up, worried now.
“I just thought-”
I grab her arm and pull her against me before she can finish the thought. I told Gray I liked control, but God fucking damn it, I’m holding on by a thread right now.
“Ash,” she gasps as I wrap one hand around the back of her neck and the other around her waist.
“It’s taking all my willpower not to fuck you right here on the floor of the foyer,” I snarl at her.
Despite my tone, I feel the tension leave her body, and she lets out a soft, “Oh.”
“You don’t get to walk in here looking like that and think I’m not going to fucking devour you.”
“What if I want you to?” she whispers.
I take a moment to calm myself before I say, “Let’s test that theory.”
I pull her head to the side and bite down on her neck.
It’s not hard enough to hurt, but she gasps in surprise as I move my mouth urgently over her throat, pressing my teeth into the soft skin.
Her hands grip my shoulders as she moans, and I suck harder, trying to burn off some of my desire before I explode.
“Oh God! Ash!” she cries, and I lift my mouth so it’s against her ear.
“Do you have any idea what you just woke in me?” I ask her. “I’m not sure you’re ready for what I plan to do to you.”
“I’m ready,” she insists. “Do whatever you want.”
I groan against her ear as my dick reacts to her words by jumping against my pants.
Gray squeals as I bend down and toss her over my shoulder, picking up where we left off yesterday.
“Ash!” she cries out, but I pay her no mind as I carry her down the hall to my bedroom. The soup is already turned down to a simmer, so it should be fine.
When I get to my bedroom, I set Gray down and steady her as she adjusts to being right side up again. When I’m sure she won’t fall over, I rip my shirt off over my head, pull her against me again, and crash my mouth down on hers for a fierce kiss.
Gray moans as she wraps her arms around my neck, and I take a moment just to enjoy the taste of her as my lips rove over hers. I break the kiss after about a minute, but I don’t let her go.
I expect her lipstick to be smudged when I lift my lips from hers, but somehow it’s still in place, and now I’m on a mission to see what it takes to smear it.
I take one of Gray’s hands from around my neck and bring it down to my groin. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?” I ask, and she nods. “You’ll need to take care of this first or I’m not going to be able to concentrate on what I’m doing to you.”
She bites her lip and nods again.
I let go of her and head over to the bed to pull one of the boxes out from under it. I take out two items, and her eyes track me as I return. I hand her the first of the two items, a small foam ball, and she frowns.
“Squeeze it,” I say.
She does, and the stress ball emits a high-pitched squeak, much like a dog toy. It makes her jump, and she looks at me in question.
“Your mouth is going to be full,” I tell her, “so you’ll use that instead. One squeeze for green, two for yellow, and three for red. Do you understand?”
Her eyes flare, but she nods. “Yes.”
“Good, then turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
Her eyes flare wider, but she does as I tell her, and my cock throbs at her compliance.
I take the other item I brought from the box, a length of black satin fabric, and tie it around her wrists.
I have several kinds of cuffs I can use, but there’s something about tying her hands like this that drives me insane.
I turn her around again when I’m done and push her backward until she’s almost up against the wall.
“Now get on your fucking knees,” I tell her.
She bites her lip again but does as I say without a word. My eyes lock with hers as I undo my jeans and pull out my cock. Her eyes drop to it as I fist the base with one hand and wrap my other around one of her pigtails.
“Open,” I order, and she parts her lips.
I push my cock into her mouth, watching her beautiful red lips widen around me, and I swear this is what paradise feels like. Her tongue works along the bottom of my shaft, and I push in further, drawing a noise of either surprise or protest from her.
“You good, baby?” I ask, and I hear the ball squeak once. I wait a beat for a second squeak, but when it doesn’t come, I begin to move.
I start out slow, but I pick up my pace and push deeper as I start to fuck her mouth in earnest. Gray chokes around my cock and tries to cough, and I pull out to give her a breath.
She sucks in a lungful of air. “I’m fine,” she says.
I smile. “Good job, baby girl. You like sucking my cock?”
She starts to say yes, but I don’t let her finish the word before I plunge back into her mouth. I feel her jerk as I hit the back of her throat, but there’s no squeak, so I keep going.
My balls are tightening already, and I know I only have a matter of seconds as I brace a hand against the wall and thrust into Gray’s mouth. She gags again, but I don’t pull out. She has the ball if she needs it.
“I’m almost there, baby,” I groan. “You’re doing such a good job.”
She moans deep in her throat, and the vibrations nearly send me over the edge, but I manage to hold back a little longer.
“You still good, baby?” I ask. “Get ready to swallow me down. You’re gonna take all my cum, right?”
The ball squeaks once, and I push deep, prompting a muffled cry from her. A second later, I explode in Gray’s mouth with a roar. I feel her throat work to swallow me down, and it only makes me come harder.
“Fuck, Gray! God damn it, baby!” I yell as I push once more into her mouth as far as I can go. She moans, and I pull out slowly. I still lean against the wall because I’m not sure I can stand on my own yet.
When I have my equilibrium again, I look down. My cock rests against Gray’s red lips as she tries to catch her breath, her lipstick still unsmudged. God damn that’s some stable makeup. She must have some kind of fixative on it.
Gray’s cheeks are wet with tears from when I pushed my cock in deep, but she never used the ball, and I need to reward her for taking all of me like that.
I bend down and pull Gray to her feet before pressing her back against the wall. I take her face in my hands and kiss her deeply, tasting some of my lingering saltiness in her mouth.
I lay my forehead on hers. “I think that’s the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had,” I say softly.
It’s true. I’ve never had a woman’s mouth feel that good wrapped around my cock, and now I’m addicted.
“You took me so well,” I praise as I wrap my hand lightly around her throat. “Are you ready to be rewarded?”
She makes a noise of affirmation and nods.