Epilogue
A Little Over Four Months Later
Gray
There’s a package for Ash on the front porch when I get back from shopping, and I pick it up on my way in.
We leave tomorrow for the first game of the Stanley Cup, and I was out buying a new outfit for good luck.
I rarely buy myself new clothes unless I need them for a special occasion, or unless Celena forces me to buy something for myself, but I decided that the Hydra playing for the Cup on their second season in existence counted as a special occasion.
“Something came for you,” I tell Ash as I put the box on the counter.
He’s getting ready to make dinner, but he drops what he’s doing to come look at the package.
“Yes, perfect!” he says, picking it up. “Just in time.”
“What is it?” I ask.
He steals an arm around me and pulls me close for a kiss. “A new toy. Do you want to test it now or after dinner?”
I eye him warily. “What kind of toy exactly?”
He grins. “Can’t tell you. I need your answer first.”
I survey the box, trying to decide what’s inside. It’s not terribly big. I guess there’s room for a new dildo in it maybe, but Ash’s excitement suggests it’s not that simple.
I decide I’m not hungry yet, and I’m way too curious to wait until after dinner to find out what it is.
“Now,” I say.
He grins and takes the package over to the junk drawer where he pulls out a box cutter and slices it open. Then he grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall into the bedroom where he hands me the package.
I give him a ‘What are you up to?’ look and put the box on a dresser to open it. There’s another box inside, and I pull it out to look at the picture on the front. My eyes meet his.
“A strap-on?” I say as he grins at me.
I try to imagine the logistics of what he wants to do, and only one thing comes to mind.
“You’re going to use this to fuck my ass and my pussy at the same time,” I guess.
He makes a face that seems to say, ‘That’s not a bad idea.’
“Not what I had in mind,” he says, “but that’s definitely another use for it. We’ll save that for after we win the Cup.”
I frown. “What did you have in mind then?”
The grin is back on his face. “It’s for you to wear…and use on me.”
It takes a few seconds for that to sink in as I look at the picture on the box, then my head snaps up. “Wait, what?”
“I want you to peg me,” he says.
I just stare at him, mouth hanging open.
“You know what that is, right?” he asks.
The question snaps me out of my stupor. “Yeah, I know what it is,” I say. “And I’m not usually one to question someone’s kinks but…why?”
“You remember how a few months ago I had to figure out how to deal with chirping that attacked my masculinity, right?” he says, and I nod. “Well, I decided that one way to get a sense for the female experience was for me to be the receiver.”
He grins at me like he’s figured out the secret to the universe.
“But you haven’t had a problem with trash talk in months,” I say.
“Yeah, but this is the Stanley Cup finals,” he says. “I want to make sure I’m chirp-proof.”
“And you think having me fuck you in the ass is the way to do that?”
He shrugs. “It can’t hurt to try.”
I resist the urge to tell him it can in fact hurt a lot if we don’t do it right, but I ask instead, “Don’t you think you might be taking this whole method acting thing a bit too far?”
He shrugs again. “Maybe, but I still want to try it. You seem to enjoy it when I fuck your ass.”
Heat rises to my cheeks. I do enjoy it. More than I thought I would.
“Okay, but we can’t just pull this thing out of the box and use it today,” I argue. “You prepared me for weeks before we tried anal.”
He only grins wider. “I’ve been wearing plugs all week,” he says.
My mouth drops open again. “What? How did I not know that?”
“Just around the house,” he says. “Not at practice. That’s all I need is for one of those things to pop out onto the ice if I get checked. Or worse, get sucked up the other way.”
I narrow my eyes. “You said that couldn’t happen.”
“Normally, no,” he says, “but all bets are off when Mack checks you.”
I give him a ‘Fair enough’ nod. I cringe whenever I see Mack check someone. The man is like a wrecking ball.
“So will you do this?” he asks. “It has a mini vibrator for you.”
I raise a brow, then sigh. “Fine,” I say. “It’s your ass.”
He chuckles. “That’s the spirit.”
Ash pulls me to him and kisses me as I find the hem of his shirt to lift it over his head.
He’s too tall for me to fully reach, so he pulls it the rest of the way as I run my hands over his chest. I love touching him, and I trace some of the lines of his armor tattoo before I trail a finger down his torso to the fly of his jeans.
We don’t break eye contact as I unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his jeans. His breathing is already heavy, and his hard cock presses against the fabric as I unzip him with fumbling fingers. It doesn’t take much to get either of us going.
He gets his jeans the rest of the way off as I discard my shirt and bra, but he stops me before I can get to my own pants.
“Against the wall,” he says.
“I thought I get to be in charge this time,” I say.
He smiles. “Not yet.”
I move to the wall and put my hands against it with my legs spread. Ash often has me start out in this position. It’s convenient for undressing me, inserting a plug, spanking me, or any number of other things he likes to do. It also reminds me of that time in the equipment room.
He takes my pants off, and I step out of them, keeping my hands on the wall. I sense him walk away and hear him open the box to the strap-on as I wait patiently.
“Let’s see how wet you are,” he says as he returns and presses his chest to my back.
Ash slips a finger between my legs and pushes it inside me. I moan as it slides in easily, and Ash lets out a deep breath.
“Are you ever not wet for me, baby?” he asks huskily, thrusting his finger in an out a few times. All I can do is shake my head.
He bends to lift my foot and slips it through one of the loops for the strap-on before pulling the toy up my leg.
The thing has two dildos attached, one that juts out in front, and one on the inside of the strap that fits inside me.
Ash lines the second smaller dildo up with my entrance and pushes it in.
I stick my ass out and moan again as it slides in.
Ash pumps it a few times before pushing it all the way in and fastening the clip to secure the apparatus on my hips.
“How does that feel?” he asks.
I look down at the bright pink cock hanging from the apex of my thighs. “Really weird,” I say. It’s odd to feel a weight in front like that.
Ash chuckles. “Come strap my wrists,” he says, and I take my hands off the wall as he climbs onto the bed.
It’s not the first time he’s let me strap him down. He doesn’t allow it often, but twice before he’s let me strap him spreadeagle to the bed so I could ride him. The only thing it does is make him feral to touch me, and our sex when I finally release him is intense, to say the least.
I teased him a little too much the last time, taking the opportunity to edge him a bit, and I was walking gingerly the next day by the time he was done with me after that. It was great sex, but…damn.
Ash gets on his hands and knees on the bed, and I secure the leather cuffs near the headboard around his wrists, giving him just enough leeway so he can rest on his elbows. I give him the remote control for the vibrator between my legs and go get the bottle of lube.
The vibrator goes on suddenly, and I double over and cry out. “Ash!”
The vibrator turns off.
“Sounds like it works,” he says, chuckling.
“I advise you not to turn it on that high when I’m inside you, or I may puncture your colon,” I tell him. “Are you sure this is a good idea? What if you get hurt and can’t play?”
“I trust you,” he says over his shoulder, “but I hear you about keeping the vibrator on low.”
I sigh and climb onto the bed with the bottle of lube in my hand.
“Just juice that thing up good,” Ash says.
I look between his legs. His cock hangs long and thick as usual, but he’s only semi-hard. It occurs to me this might be better if he was harder.
I shift so I’m on my back, and I shimmy my head up between his legs.
“What are you doing?” he asks, looking down at me.
“Getting you started,” I say.
Ash grunts as I lean up on my elbows and close my lips over his cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses out. “You’re so God damn good at that.”
I pump my mouth over him and feel him thicken between my lips. I get my tongue involved, using it to trace the large vein on the underside of his cock before swirling it around his crown.
Ash swears and pumps his hips a little. I stay still and allow him to fuck my mouth, letting him push deeper and deeper into my throat as I relax my muscles to take him. I still can’t quite take all of him, but I’m working on it.
I put a hand on Ash’s stomach and pull my head back to stop his thrusting before I scoot out from under him. He swears again as I leave him hard and unsatiated, but he leans back, presenting me with his ass.
I slather the dildo part of the strap-on with the lube and notice for the first time it’s on the smaller side.
“So you bought the small strap-on for yourself, but I get to take your thick cock up my ass?” I say with mock annoyance. “If you wanted the real female experience, you should’ve bought one as big as you are.”
“I’m adventurous, not insane,” he throws back over his shoulder. “Besides, you like my thick cock in your ass.”
I snort and position myself behind him. I see the head of his plug and pull it out. He grunts as it pops free, and I toss it onto the floor.
I squirt some extra lube on his puckered hole, then run my hands over his beautiful, muscled ass cheeks. I wrap one hand around his left hip and use the other to line up the dildo.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Give it to me good, baby.”
He yelps as I give his ass a sharp slap.