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 toedge 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?”
