17. River #2
I grab her by the back of the neck. “I wasn’t getting close with her, Pandora. And the only reason she doesn’t know who you are is because I don’t know her well enough to talk to her about anything. She hasn’t hit on me, and I haven’t hit on her.”
Pandora leans forward and nips my jaw. “You’re so hot, River. And Bobbi is hot, too. She definitely wants you. Why wouldn’t she?” She pulls my shirt up enough so she can get her hand on my stomach. “Who wouldn’t want you?”
“I don’t care if she wants me,” I tell her before crushing my lips against Pandora’s again. This kiss is longer, harder, and I release her neck only to trail my fingers along her throat. “You don’t trust me?”
The idea that she thinks I’d even look at another woman is infuriating and hurtful all at once.
Pandora freezes for a few seconds, then she smiles. “Of course I trust you. Why wouldn’t I trust you? You’d never do anything to hurt me. You’ve never hurt me.”
I wish that was true.
But it’ll never happen again.
Her nails rake down my stomach.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, sliding my hand down from her throat to her chest, then farther down until I reach the button of her jeans.
“And I’m never going to cheat on you, Pandora.
For fuck’s sake.” I unbutton her pants and unzip them, then slide my hand—the one with four fingers—inside her underwear.
Pandora gasps and arches to give me better access. “Here?” she whispers, her smile wide. “People might hear, River.”
“Only might?” I ask her, finding her clit and starting to slowly stroke over it. It’s an awkward position, but that doesn’t matter. “Maybe I should do a better job, to make sure they all hear. So they all know you’re mine.”
And Blaze’s, and Asch’s, but that doesn’t matter. Right now, I need to stake a claim on her that she can’t deny, and if that means making her cry out in pleasure in the tunnels, that’s what I’ll do.
“I don’t think we should,” Pandora says, but she also grips my shoulder and pulls me closer for another kiss. “More,” she demands.
I kiss her again, ferocious and deep, and I twist my fingers so I can slide a finger partially inside of her. “I definitely think we should,” I tell her, breaking away only long enough to speak before going back to kissing her.
Her moans echo around us, louder than the distant sound of Keegan’s auto-tuned voice begging in song.
“More,” she says again, grinding against my hand.
I can’t deny her, not right here, not right now.
I focus on her pleasure, kissing my way from her lips to her throat, nipping lightly at the skin while I finger her right there in the tunnels. I should care if someone hears; the last thing we need is more videos circulating of Pandora. But I can’t bring myself to give a fuck.
Pandora bites my lip, and I hiss in pain but I don’t pull away from her. She smiles and licks the blood, sharing the taste while we rut against the tunnel wall.
Her hand drops down to my crotch, and it’s awkward as hell but it feels good when she starts massaging and getting me even harder through my jeans.
I groan, pushing my hips forward to get more friction against my cock. I try to thrust my fingers harder into her, but her jeans get in the way.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, and I yank her jeans and panties down enough to be able to get at her properly.
“Yes,” Pandora says, rolling her hips against me. “Fuck, you’re so hot, River.”
She’s the one who’s hot. Even with her hair disheveled and in a hoodie that hides her torso, she’s amazing.
Pandora fumbles with her boot, then laughs. “Fuck, why am I wearing these heavy things?”
“Because there’s snow out,” I respond, smiling. I get down on my knees to help remove one boot. That’s enough to slide her leg out of her pants.
As soon as the leg is free, Pandora tugs on my shoulders to get me upright again and wraps her leg around my hip.
“Wreck me, River,” she whispers.
I groan at her words. The adrenaline is racing through me, and I want nothing more than to fuck her senseless.
I unfasten my jeans, pulling out my cock and running my hand along its length. I push her back against the wall, guiding my cock to her cunt and thrusting inside.
She’s hot and wet and ready for me, just like she always is, and I bite her bottom lip. Not as hard as she’d bitten mine, but enough to let it be known. It coaxes another moan out of her, and I tighten my grasp on her as I find my pace.
The idea that anyone could stumble across us at any time is titillating, and it drives me on. The only people I really would want watching are Blaze and Asch, but this way, everyone would know without a fraction of a doubt that she belongs to me as much as I belong to her.
She’s so tight and warm, her cunt drawing me in and clamping around me like she never wants me to leave. My entire body is flushed hot.
Mine, I want to growl.
“River, River.” Pandora slides her hand under my sweater again and rakes her nails across my back. “You’re mine. Got it? Mine, mine, mine.”
I arch, shuddering into the touch. I grab her by the throat again, gripping her tight. “You’d better not forget that you belong to me,” I tell her, my voice dark. “I’ll share you with Blaze and Asch, but if you ever tried to lay a hand on another man…”
I don’t know what I’d do.
I’d lose my fucking mind.
But I don’t have to worry about it, because it’s not going to happen.
We’re enough for her.
“Nobody else,” Pandora promises. She leans forward to lick my lips, and I can see how wide her pupils are, how gone with pleasure she is. “I’m all for you.”
I huff out a laugh.
I should be jealous that I have to share her at all, but it’s different with the two of them.
Right now, though, it’s only me and Pandora, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth at the same time as I fill her completely again and again.
I’m so close, but I don’t want to come before she does.
Not again.
The position is awkward, and I have to stop fucking her to reach down to rub her clit. “How close are you?” I ask her, breathless.
“Almost there,” Pandora tightens her cunt, drawing another groan out of me. “Come on. Keep going. Shred my pussy.”
My body is happy to oblige her, and I brace her against the wall so I can fuck her faster, harder, the way she wants to be wrecked.
Ruined.
Ruined for anyone but me.
It’s all I can do to hold back, but when her cunt tightens around me again, over and over, I cry out and spill into her.
I don’t stop fucking her, not when she lets out a moan of her own and grips my shoulders. It’s not until I’m too soft to stay inside of her that I slip out, and I rest my head against her as I try to catch my breath.
Pandora’s breathing is just as uneven as she clings to me.
I shift, and wince as pain flares along my back. I gently take Pandora’s arm and pull it away from me.
Her nails are red with blood.
“I think I’m the one who got shredded,” I say with a small laugh.
Pandora grins widely. “Oops?”
“Uh huh,” I say, rolling my shoulders. “I’m sure you regret that.” I grin at her. The minor discomfort is a small price to pay to remind her that I belong to her, that she doesn’t have to worry about another woman.
It probably is problematic that she did get jealous, but with everything the way it is… Can I really blame her for worrying about something else falling apart?
Pandora cups my jaw and leans in for another kiss. It’s softer, this time.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
I pull back slightly. “For what?” I ask. I stroke her hair, then realize that I should probably do something about our partial nudity in the tunnels. I tuck my cock back into my pants and pull them up properly, leaving them unbuttoned as I help her step back into the other leg of her jeans.
“Y’know. For the scratches. And the other scratches. And… whatever.” Pandora zips up, then bends down to get her boot on. “For being a bit… me. A lot me.”
I finish dressing, shrugging. “You don’t need to apologize for any of that. Pandora, I’ve always known what I’m getting myself into with you.”
Except for the part where her family had taken my finger over a mistake, but the usual well of bitter anger doesn’t rage through me from that thought.
It’s not something I ever thought I’d get past, but there are so many other things to worry about that it doesn’t even seem that important anymore.
“Well, I definitely missed my class.” Pandora smiles at me. “I should get back to my dorm. I can’t exactly walk around campus with cum-stained panties.”
“You could,” I tell her with a smirk. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Somebody else might.” She wraps her arm around me again and leans her head against my shoulder. “You’re the best, River.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I know.” I kiss her again. “See you later, Pandora.”
The urge to say I love you nags at me, and it momentarily leaves me breathless. I ignore it as she walks away.
I’m not ready for that.
And somehow, I don’t think she is either.
Maybe after everything settles down, it’ll be time.
Until then, I’ll think it, and mean it, and show her.