Chapter 22 Blaze #2
“It’s definitely something we should’ve tried sooner,” Asch says. “Then again, I don’t know if anyone we fucked would’ve been up to the challenge of taking both of us. Except that one chick. Um. What was her name?”
“Janice?” I hedge. “But there’s no way she would have done it. She wanted you alone, without me.”
“Pandora wants both of us,” Asch replies. “Plus River. She may have ripped us apart, but I think she’s getting bored of that. Maybe.”
I lie back on my bed and fold my hands over my stomach. “Guess so. She makes about as much sense as nuclear physics to me.”
Asch laughs again, but this time it’s a nicer, more familiar sound. “I think nuclear physics makes a lot more sense than Pandora. It’s got rules. I don’t know the rules, but the rules are there.”
“Yeah. Pandora plays by her own rules, and they change every minute.” I sigh loudly. “No wonder she needs three of us, right? A single guy would get too exhausted dealing with her.”
“Just as long as she doesn’t get any ideas about a fourth,” Asch says. “She was going to fuck some rando in the bathroom at the club last night.”
I scowl at those words. “Seriously? She’s talking about gouging out eyes if we look at anyone else and then she does that? I hope you reminded her who she belongs to.”
Asch snorts. “Somehow, I doubt she thinks she ‘belongs to’ anyone.” His voice is quieter, darker, when he continues, “Guess we’ll have to keep reminding her.”
I turn onto my side so I can look at Asch. “Yeah? What are we gonna do to her?”
“There are so many things we could do,” he replies, “but I think it’s been too long since one of us marked her up.”
“What kind of marks? How are we making them?” I lick my lips. “Imagine if we branded her. Then everybody would know she was off limits.”
His breath hitches. “Our initials, you think?” he asks. “She might not go for a brand or a tattoo, but I bet I could cut it into her deep enough to scar.” He smiles. “I think she’d let me. Us. I want you to be there the next time I make her bleed.”
I nod eagerly. “Yeah. B-A-R… no, that’s a word. Bar?” I laugh. “B-R-A…. That might actually be worse.”
Asch lightly punches me in my shoulder. “Why does your name get to first anyway? A-B-R.”
“Mine goes first because she likes me most,” I answer with a wide smile. “We can put a heart around it. P-B-A-R. Better start practicing your penmanship. Knifemanship?”
“Can’t say I have much experience with precision knifeplay,” Asch replies, grinning right back at me. “But I’m sure she’ll be down for me to try. Until she realizes I’m making it fucking permanent. That’s where you and River come in, to hold her down until I’m done.”
“I’d say she’ll buck and scream, but…” I chuckle. “Knowing her, she’ll just tell you to do it more, harder.”
Fuck, it’s a hot scenario. My hand goes down to my crotch, but I keep my eyes on Asch.
He doesn’t say anything as I undo my fly and reach in for my cock.
“I’ll lick up the blood while you cut,” I say, giving my cock a stroke.
He holds my gaze for only another few seconds before his eyes drift down to my cock.
He licks his lips, then he unfastens his own pants.
“Then we fuck her senseless while she’s still dazed from it,” he says slowly.
“What do you think? Good, old-fashioned spitroast, or should we show her what it feels like to have two real cocks in her cunt at once?” He laughs, stroking his own cock.
“Or both. She can choke on River while we do it.”
I groan and tighten my hold on my cock. “Definitely both. Pandora riding me, you behind her, fucking her, while she chokes on River. Your cock sliding against mine inside her.”
He bites his lip as his hand runs along his cock. “While she bleeds from the mark we just left,” he says, already breathless.
“Yes. And she can’t get a single word in, for once.” I chuckle to myself. “Let’s be real, she’d be egging us on whenever she gets a breath. Are you even trying? Get your cock in there properly.”
Asch grins at me. “We’d just have to keep her mouth full the whole time. Imagine what it would sound like, all obscene and fucking hot.”
“Harder, Asch,” I mimic, and it’s supposed to be funny but I can actually hear her saying it, and the long groan that would follow when Asch does fuck her harder, and his cock would slide against mine while she’s all tight around us.
I stroke myself faster, and I let my eyes slide shut so I can focus on the fantasy.
Asch falls silent, too, but the sound of skin-on-skin is loud in the otherwise quiet room as both of us work toward climax.
The only thing that could make it better would be if Pandora was actually here, if we were actually living out this fantasy.
“She’ll be so fucking tight,” Asch murmurs. “Can you imagine? She can easily handle one cock, but two would stretch her out so wide.”
I groan and squeeze the head of my cock. “And it’s so hot. Not just her pussy, but a second cock in there. Rubbing against your cock, forcing it against her walls while they ripple around us.”
“So much better than a dildo,” Asch says, his breath catching as his movements speed up. “All of it, so hot and tight and wet.”
“Fuck.” I speed my hand up, make it tighter than I usually would to simulate Pandora’s tight cunt around me. My breathing picks up, and I can feel my orgasm getting closer and closer.
I open my eyes and look at Asch.
He stares right back at me.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Come inside her. Fill her up.”
A shudder runs through him, and he bites his bottom lip only seconds before a groan escapes him. Cum spills all over his hand, making a mess, but all I can think about is how it would feel to have that heat spreading inside Pandora’s cunt.
I close my eyes again and give over to my own orgasm, jerking myself harder until I go over the edge and spill into my hand.
I don’t stop pumping myself until it’s too much, my sensitive cock protesting the touch.
For a few seconds, the only sounds in the room are our breaths, loud and heavy.
I sit up and grab a few tissues, then hand the box to Asch.
“Is this where I say ‘no homo’?” I joke.
He snorts, then starts to clean off his hand. “Yeah. Bro.” He tosses the tissues into the trash can, then turns to me, his expression more serious. “You know I can’t stay away from her.”
I wipe off my cock and tuck myself away. “Yeah. Neither can I. Not that she’d let us.” I shake my head with a smile. “If she were the type of chick to give us space, I probably wouldn’t give a fuck about her.”
“Instead, we’re like moths to a fucking flame,” Asch remarks. He gets up and adjusts his cock before zipping up his pants. “Well. I don’t plan on being just a moth.”
“So what do we do?” I scoot forward so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
“We can’t let anyone else hurt her again.
I think…” I stop for a second, unsure if I should tell Asch, but who else can I possibly tell?
“She’s putting up a good front, but after Tate got her with the piss balloons, she was really upset.
I’m not sure she’s holding up as well as she’s pretending. ”
“She’s not,” Asch replies bluntly. “River and I tried to talk to her last night about—” He cuts himself off, and I’m not sure whether he’s going to exclude me from what they were going to talk about when he continues, “About Ezio. He’s digging hard into this Zayden thing.
Anyway, she got really weird. I was giving her space, but maybe I should text her. ”
Zayden again.
“I don’t know how long I can hold them off on the Zayden thing.” I grimace. “Ezio’s not buying my lies anymore. The only saving grace is that he’s still dealing with all the insurance crap and figuring out how to move forward on the rebuild.”
“She’s got ammunition,” Asch says. “There’s got to be something we can use to make him back down.” He looks at me, taking in my expression. “Or is it too late for that?”
“I don’t know. My dad’s pushing hard, too.” I glance down at my hands. “It’s a fucking mess, Asch. I have no idea how to fix this shit.”
“I don’t know enough to help,” he says, his voice even instead of accusatory. “You know I don’t.”
I take a deep breath.
All of me is screaming at me not to, but I say, “You know Kappa Alpha isn’t just about networking. I mean, it is, but… there’s a reason we had to record ourselves saying some bullshit secret.”
“Yeah,” Asch says. “Blaze…” He gnaws on his lip, then says, “I’m not sure what to do about this.
The knowledge that women are being trafficked, I mean.
I’m not going to tell anyone, but I don’t want to be a part of it.
You were right to keep me out. But Pandora knowing this shit, and Ezio and your dad being involved — it’s going to blow up at some point if we don’t get it under control. ”
“Yeah.” I get up, go to my desk, and pull a folder out from the bottom of a bunch of papers inside the drawer. I hand it over to Asch. “I found this while I was looking through the shit recovered from the fire.”
Asch opens it up. After a few seconds of reading, his eyes widen.
“This is—”
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “Rachel Turner’s file. The girl Pandora was looking for.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Is she…” He grimaces. “I don’t really want to know what exactly happens to the women, do I? I’m a coward.”
“Rachel’s dead,” I say flatly. “But after reading the file, I remembered. Zayden invited her to a few parties. He must have… It doesn’t absolve anything, but if the girl pissed Zayden off, he sometimes pulled them in even if they were unvetted.”
“Unvetted,” Asch repeats. He flips through the pages in the folder, then closes it. “All right. Well. When Pandora finds out about this, she’s going to burn the whole fucking campus to the ground.”
Yeah.
So how the fuck can I tell her about this? How do I stop her from destroying everything?
And why does part of me want to help her do it?