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 pullsout 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. “Whatdidyou 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.
