Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ash

F uck, this is harder than it looks in the videos I've watched. They make it look so easy, just lube up and slowly push in. Yeah well, my butthole is not used to having anything go in it, so it closed up shop and tossed the key. No room at the inn!

Just when I'm about to give up, the butt plug moves, so I take a deep breath and push out as my hand pushes in, and holy shit... It's in.

I remain lying on my side in my bed. I'm huffing and puffing like I just ran a marathon, but all I did was stick a metal thing up my ass. It's kinda uncomfortable, but not really. Seriously, this was the smallest size in the box. I have no clue how I'm supposed to squeeze the large one in. I'm so turned on but also freaking out. What if it gets stuck and I have to go to the hospital to get it out? How do you explain that to the doctor? You know what? It's in and I'll deal with that if it happens. If it gets stuck, I'll just have to fart it out.

Since Gage and I have become closer, I've been getting ready for a sexual relationship with him. Clearly, we haven't reached that point yet. But I have started using my fingers in the shower and let me tell you, it was the weirdest feeling. It felt wrong, but it also felt right. Very right. After some practice and a pep talk with OG Brian, I've become quite skilled at it. Although, I'm still struggling to locate my prostate. It's not easy trying to bend like a pretzel and stick your fingers up your own butt. I haven't told Gage anything yet. I don't wanna feel dumb around him ‘cause I don't know what I'm doing.

I adore the way he embraces me, and plants kisses on my lips. Regardless of the company we're in, he's been so affectionate lately. We had a conversation about sex and reached a mutual agreement to proceed at a pace I feel comfortable with, which makes me like him even more than I already do. He isn't forceful and regularly checks that I'm doing okay. We've talked about him using condoms when the time comes, and I've told him again that I trust him. However, he insisted he get tested to make sure that we're all clear when the time comes. I feel so safe with him and how things are progressing between us. If there's something I don't like or I'm not ready for, then I'll let him know, but so far, I'm loving it all. He jerks me off every night, because it just feels so damn good when he does it. It's so different from when you rub one out yourself, his callused palm giving me just the right amount of friction, his pace alternating between fast and excruciatingly slow, helping me build up stamina. As much as I love getting off with Gage, I still want to be able to draw it out a little and not blow as soon as he puts his hands on me.

Today is my day off, so I thought I'd take advantage of the opportunity to try out one of the plugs Jaxon bought me. I plan to stay near the apartment as a precautionary measure in case it requires emergency removal. The last thing I want is for that thing to blast out of my butt while I'm at work, bending to stock the beans.

Now that I'm not sweating and my pulse has gone back to normal, I'm gonna try to get up. I promised Gage I'd help him stock the bar before lunch, so I gotta get dressed and head down soon. I sit up and end up pushing the thing in deeper, which makes me jolt off the bed. Oh man, that feels so good. I make a mental note to avoid sitting down with a plug in my ass. I bend down to grab my joggers while clenching my cheeks so it doesn't pop out. The pants are loose, so hopefully they'll hide my chronic boner from Gage. I also grab my baggiest shirt, slip on my Vans and head to the bar.

The first step down the stairs moves the plug and the sensation ripples through my body. Jesus, I did not think this through. Okay, time for a new plan. I grab the side rail, pivot my body, and sidestep down. When I get to the bottom, my heart is pounding, beads of sweat breaking out across my forehead. My orgasm is on the brink of expelling itself from my body. I take a few deep breaths. It's all good, I can handle it. Gotta make space for Big John.

Yeah, my boyfriend has named his cock. The first time he told me, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. It was such a Gage thing to do. He tried to name mine, but I'm not having any of it. It's bad enough I have a Big John, a Brian the Beast, and all Brian's cousins—one of whom is currently in my ass. I've yet to use Brian Junior. It's like we have our own little family; The Sex Toy Squad .

As I approach the bar, I can hear the clinking and clanking of Gage arranging the bottles. I take a deep breath and walk inside.

Walking toward me, he greets me with a warm, "Hey babe." He pulls me against him, but I try not to let him get too close, or he'll feel how hard I am. He nearly sucks my face off and I'm absolutely loving it. His trimmed beard gives me beard burn, so I've started moisturizing my face every night to avoid looking like Koko the Clown .

When he surfaces to catch his breath, a smile spreads across my face and I greet him with a playful, "Hey yourself." I give him another peck before we part. "What jobs do you have left this morning?"

"First, I need to put away all these bottles. After that, the dishwasher needs to be emptied. Over in the back, there are a few tables I didn't have time to clean last night." Fuck my life, that's a long list. Well, it's not really, but it sounds as long as the Great Wall of China.

I'm incredibly turned on. My arousal is skyrocketing, and it's not helping that Gage's intoxicating scent fills my nostrils, entering my veins. I can't help but notice that his hair remains loose today, casually tucked behind his ears. The sight of his arms flexing as he reaches for the shelves is making me salivate. If I'm not careful, I'm going to come right here—untouched. I turn away and pick up two bottles, reaching to place them on the shelf, the slight displacement of my body causing the plug to move. An unintentional moan escapes my mouth.

"You good?" Gage asks, a frown between his brows.

"Yeah, just pulled a muscle. I'm not as tall as you, remember? I think I'll go wipe the tables down and leave these to you." With the spray and cloth in hand, I make my way over to the tables near the stage. I'm regretting my choice now, putting this in. I won't last; I'm too turned on. I'll need to find an excuse to go back to the apartment and relieve myself. Why did I think I could go about my day and not be affected by this? I'm ready to blow. Jesus, I'm such a newbie at this butt stuff.

Cleaning tables should be alright, though. I'll just quickly wipe them down before heading back upstairs. Discreetly.

Wrong .

The moment I lean over to clean the table, a sudden pressure from the plug triggers something within me, causing me to illuminate like a spectacular Fourth of July celebration. " Ahhhhh ," I can't help but cry out, ending up flopped over the table, panting like the butt-plugged whore that I apparently am now. Gage comes running over, a worried expression on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Ash, answer me." He's having a panic attack and I'm in the middle of getting off.

"Plug," I manage to rasp, clinging to the table.

"Plug? What in the hell are you talking about?"

I'm still bent over the table, but I gesture toward my butt with my right hand, the left still clawing at the table. There'll be nail imprints, I'm sure. "Plug," I grit. "I have… a plug… in. Blame Jaxon… he bought them… for me."

Gage suddenly realizes the meaning behind my words and his eyes turn dark immediately.

"Are you saying that you came down here wearing a butt plug, thinking you could hide it from me?" There's a dark edge to his voice but before I can explain myself, the sensation of his hand connecting with my ass reverberates through the fabric of my joggers, causing the plug to jolt and a groan to escape my lips.

In a split second, he yanks me up and effortlessly tosses me over his shoulder, walking us through the bar.

"Put me down." I object half-heartedly, my voice all whiny and pathetic, because damn, I love being manhandled by a neanderthal.

"No fucking way. I need to see it," he growls, my dick twitching at the sound of his voice.

"But the bar..." I squeak.

"Can wait."

Oh fuck, he's so strong. We're in his room before I know it, and he's tossing me onto his bed with a bounce. He's panting hard from all that effort, his eyes wild, hair falling into his face. Before I can indulge in swooning over how fucking hot my boyfriend is, though, he flips me onto my stomach and rips my joggers off in one go like the caveman he is.

He groans loudly, his fingers trailing along my right ass cheek. "Goddamn it, Ash."

He gives the plug a little tap and I can't help but moan. "I'll come if you keep doing that." So, of course, he taps it again. "Take it out. Please. I can't handle it anymore," I whine, wiggling my butt, my dick rubbing against the sheets.

He climbs on top of me, his weight pressing down as he spreads my legs. "So fucking pretty. Are you really sure you want this out?" He tugs at it teasingly and I nearly black out from the stretch. "I'm quite content to spend the entire day watching you like this, squirming for me like a needy boy."

"Gage!" I yell. "If you don't do it, I'm gonna do it!" I'm not 100% sure how it goes—removing a plug—but I'm gonna have to rip that fucker out soon, or I'm gonna cumburst . Is that even a word? Combust? Cumbust? Cumburst? Whatever .

"Why did you do this?" his voice turns soft.

My cheeks heat with embarrassment, so I quickly bury my face in the comforter, and murmur, "To help you fit." Fuck, this goes on the top of my list of most embarrassing moments ever.

"Babe." Leaning over me, he hovers close as I turn my head to meet his gaze. My cheeks, I'm sure, are flaming red by now. "Should've just asked, sweetheart. I would've been happy to help."

"I just had this idea that I could wear it and slowly open myself up for you," I admit. "That you wouldn't know. I didn't think it through because I've been turned on ever since I inserted it. I can't even think properly. Can you pull it out? Please, Gage."

His tender kiss on the side of my head sends a shiver down my spine as he slowly moves down my body, kissing my back.

"Get on your hands and knees so it'll slide out easier."

I can't believe I'll be in a compromising position in front of Gage with a metal plug in my ass, but I'm desperate to remove it, and I need some relief. I've edged myself for so long now that it physically hurts.

"I'm gonna pull real slow, okay? Push out while I'm pulling."

"Mhm," I'm so over-stimulated that I'll agree to anything at this point.

It slides out effortlessly, a stark contrast to how it went in initially. " Ahhhhh . Shit, I really need to come. I'm begging you."

He's so quiet that I look back over my shoulder to check on him. With a wild look in his eyes, he resembles a predator about to strike. When he ties his hair up using the spare tie from his wrist, I know he's not messing around.

With a voice oozing pure sex, he says, "You want me to make you come?" Looking down at me, his nostrils flare.

"Yes, and not to stress you out or anything, but can you please hurry?"

"Lower yourself onto your forearms and use them for support." I do as he instructs. His fingers glide sensually over the curves of my ass.

"Your pink hole is all puffy, baby. Fuck, it's so beautiful."

His moist lips brush against each cheek, and I swear I can hear him inhale my scent. Under different circumstances, I might find it weird, but at this moment, all I can focus on is my pleasure.

"I can't believe I leave you alone and you think it's okay to stuff this hole without my permission." He tsks before giving my butt a slap. "You're in trouble, you know that?"

Where did this possessive side come from? I like it... a lot . "Gage, it hurts so bad," I whimper, chasing his hand with my ass.

"Flip over for me."

I'm lying on my back, dressed only in a T-shirt, with Gage positioned between my legs. My dick is hard as granite and leaking profusely. My shirt is yanked up over my head, momentarily binding my arms, as he peruses my body. I think he's going to remove the shirt, but he leaves it there. I'm a hostage in my clothes, arms above my head as I lay naked on his bed.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I don't even need to think about it. "Completely."

"Part your legs for me, baby. You're gonna allow me to claim what's rightfully mine."

My legs are lifted and guided by him until my feet find their place on the bed. He delicately swirls his finger around my opening before smoothly gliding it inside. As I arch my hips upward, his other hand forcefully presses against my stomach, pushing me back down.

"Did I say you could move, sweetheart?" He moves his finger in and out, causing my precum to flow like a faucet. Now I finally understand the meaning of cum gutters , as mine are currently in use.

He uses two fingers to open me up. They're thicker and have a deeper feel. He keeps his eyes fixed on my hole, watching intently as his fingers penetrate my body. This is way better than when I did it to myself.

"Just so we're clear, next time you need this hole played with, you're gonna come find me." His voice gives me goosebumps.

"I will. I'm sorry. I wanted to make sure I was ready for you. Ahh shit," I scream as he keeps fingering me, his fingers reaching even deeper, stretching me.

"We're in this together; no more playing by yourself." He leans over and gives my dick a lick, starting from the base and going all the way to the tip. He licks my swollen tip, slurping up all the precum from my stomach. His fingers are still inside me, and the combination of his fingers and mouth is almost overwhelming. My moans have a mind of their own. I'm just along for the ride at this point.

He slows down, pulling me into his mouth, coating my shaft with warm, wet strokes of his tongue, his fingers gradually matching the rhythm of his mouth.

My pulse is quickening, I feel disoriented, and my skin is flushed with warmth. Can someone douse me with water? I'm on fire. I'm torn between my desperate need for release and my desire for this moment to never end. Every one of my senses is fully engaged. I feel fucking amazing. Every encounter I've had with a woman in the past pales in comparison to the intensity I'm experiencing with Gage.

It's him.

All I feel is him, consuming my every thought and emotion.

His touch electrifies me suddenly, causing my body to arch in response as my hard cock grazes against the back of his throat, causing him to choke.

"What was that?" I ask, panting.

As he smirks, his mouth and beard dripping with saliva, he declares, "That, my love, was your prostate."

"Fuck, I've been trying to find that. Do it again, I'm so close."

He's back on me, sucking and pumping his fingers. "Jesus, I'm coming home. Fuuuccckkk coming… I'm coming." Waves of pleasure ripple through my body as I reach the peak of my orgasm, my muscles jerking uncontrollably. I can feel my abs contracting as I release stream after stream of cum, filling Gage's mouth. He's a pro because he doesn't waste a single drop.

"You," I mumble to him. "Cum... over... me."

"I'm already on it, babe."

I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing. I hear him pleasuring himself, and suddenly, I crave his taste. I open my eyes to find him on his knees, and despite being bound by my shirt, I look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue.

"Fuck, that's right, baby, you take my load like a good boy." He leans over me, putting his weight on one arm. "Look at you, being so patient and waiting for me. Don't worry, I'm gonna fill your mouth up. Is that what you want?"

I give a nod, his words like music to my ears, my mouth staying open. This is the single hottest, sexiest thing I've ever done. Taking a chance with Gage has truly enhanced this entire experience for me.

"Are you ready for me, naughty boy?"

His forehead is slick with sweat, nose scrunching up, muscles tightening before the first spurt hits my face, accompanied by his deep, guttural groan. Opening his eyes, he quickly realizes that his aim is off and adjusts his position to ensure the next shot lands precisely where he intended.

In my mouth.

I resist the urge to swallow, patiently waiting for him to tell me to.

"Sweet baby Jesus. You look so dirty with my load all mixed with your spit in your mouth. Who knew you were going to be so much trouble?" he practically purrs.

"Uh-huh," I gargle.

"Swallow," he demands.

I obey and it's like enjoying heavenly juice straight from Zeus's nutsack.

He pulls my shirt back down over my head, so my arms are now free to roam his back as he wraps himself around me and gives me the dirtiest kiss ever, our tongues tangling and saliva swapping, tasting each other's pleasure.

He pulls back to look at me. "What lesson did you learn today?"

"No more sexy times unless you're involved," I reply like a good schoolboy.

"That's right. Also, remind me to thank Jax," he winks.

I laugh. "Don't you dare! It's one thing that he bought me a whole box of sex toys, but it's another to tell him I'm actually using them."

"Yeah, you're right. We don't need him knowing that he played a part in our sex life. He'll think I've lost my touch."

The tender touch of his lips on my forehead sends a wave of affection coursing through me. Rising from the bed, he reaches out his hand, and I eagerly accept, allowing him to guide me to my feet. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you or overstep?"

God, he's so cute. It's becoming clear to me I'm on the path to falling in love with him, and I'm confident I'm halfway there. The way he takes care of me means so much. All I ever wanted was to find someone who would love me unconditionally, someone I could reciprocate that love with. It never crossed my mind that leaving Perry would lead me to a guy who would become my partner. But being with someone I had no intention of falling for has opened my eyes to a new world. My heart smiles because of him. He's like a mix of gentle and rough. He makes me feel seen and not stupid for being new to everything. And every day, my heart opens up a little more for him.

I lean up and kiss him, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude as I tell him, "No babe, everything you did was absolutely perfect."

Seeing his smile never gets old; it's one of my favorite things. "We should clean up and then finish the jobs in the bar. Personally, I don't want to deal with the thirsty customers if we open late."

"Can't we just not open today? I wanna stay here with you," Gage moans, and pulls me into a hug.

"You know we can't do that, but how about we sneak out the back and make out like teenagers during your break?"

"You've got yourself a deal, boyfriend."

I love it when he calls me that. "Last one downstairs has to clean the men's washrooms," I say as I grab my joggers and run out of the bedroom.