Blaze #2
“So are you,” Pandora points out. She leans against her desk, wearing nothing but her matching, hot-pink panties. “You used to fuck around all the time, right? With Monicas and Laras and Angelicas…”
How does she know any of those names? She’d met Monica, but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned any of my other conquests to her. They’re so unimportant, boring, and insignificant. The only one who matters is Pandora.
My hand slows, and I frown. “Uh. Yeah? But not anymore. Not since I fucked you in the tunnel.” I remember how she’d looked, struggling to take my cock.
Pretending to struggle, more like, but I like the image regardless.
“Right.” Pandora keeps staring at me. “You wouldn’t anymore. Because you’ve got me and Asch and River.”
Wait.
How did the conversation take this turn? Is this because I called her a slut? I let go of my cock and sit up straighter.
“Because I’ve got you, Pandora,” I say. “I love seeing you stretched out on Asch or River’s dicks, but the important part of the equation is you.”
“I mean, Asch is pretty important,” Pandora says. She runs her finger along the band of her panties. “You wouldn’t even have looked at me without Asch.”
This is even stranger.
“You’re the one who’s calling Asch boyfriend,” I point out. “You like him more than I do.”
Pandora tilts her head at me. “Really? If I said we should continue without Asch, you’d be okay with it?”
Her words instantly douse my arousal. “What the fuck? Why are you suggesting that?”
I can’t leave Asch behind.
If he wanted to leave of his own volition, if he decided he wanted to be done with all this fucked up shit and live a normal life, that’d be one thing.
But he’s as invested in Pandora as I am.
We’re a team. Without him, it would be Pandora-and-River vs. me, I know it.
“So, no.” Pandora glances down at her feet while she grips the edge of the desk. “Did you watch Asch’s frat pledge video?”
I glare at her. “No. I wouldn’t do that to him.”
Her grin widens. “I’ve seen it.”
I regret stripping down now. I don’t want to have this conversation while naked. I get off the bed so I can grab my clothes, but Pandora moves in front of me to block my path.
“Don’t you want to know Asch’s big secret?
” Pandora asks as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Do you want to hear what could possibly warrant accepting him into the Kappa Douchebags? It’s not like his parents have major skeletons in their closets.
I mean, aside from the part where his dad was your dad’s enforcer.
” She starts laughing. “Do you think Asch knows what, exactly, his dad did? He must have buried quite a few bodies.”
“Shut up, Pandora,” I say, pushing her onto the bed. “I don’t want to hear it. If Asch ever wants to tell me, he will.”
She’s pissing me off on purpose, I know she is.
It’s working, though.
I reach for my underwear.
“He drugged you,” Pandora says.
I stop and turn to stare. “What?”
Pandora smirks at me. “He drugged you, and then he jerked you off. He raped you, Blaze.”
What the fuck.
She’s lying.
She has to be lying.
“Asch wouldn’t,” I hiss, the anger hitting me like bricks. “I don’t know what’s crawled into you, Pandora, but I’m not going to fall for this.”
“I was hoping you would crawl into me,” Pandora says. She spreads her legs and pets her pussy through the panties. “But so far, you’re being boring. Maybe I should discard you, like you did all those other women.”
I growl and launch myself at her, pinning her down onto the bed with fury I haven’t felt since the incident with the dean. “Shut the fuck up, Pandora. You aren’t dumping me, and nobody is dumping Asch.”
Pandora laughs and struggles against me.
“Why not? Asch violated you. He got off on your helpless face. Do you think you moaned in your sleep? Like you moaned when the two of us tied you down and fucked you?” She opens her mouth and mimics a blowjob.
“You were choking on his cock, Blaze. All red faced, begging for more.”
I snarl and grab her hair, pulling sharply to force her hair back. Then I mash my lips against hers. I can’t shut her up any other way. The only language she understands is brutality and sex.
I force my tongue into her mouth. She whimpers and struggles like she wants to get away, but I know that’s a fucking act.
She wanted me angry and violent?
I’ll give it to her.
I grab the panties and yank, and the pretty fabric tears.
It’s like she wanted this to happen. She can afford something well-made enough not to rip at the slightest touch.
But the visceral sound of tearing fabric amplifies my arousal, and I growl against her mouth as I pull the cloth away from her body.
“Seriously?” Pandora complains as she reaches for the fabric. “Now I don’t have a matching set anymore.”
I toss the panties aside, out of her reach. “You should have thought of that before you provoked me.”
Pandora’s eyes gleam with mischief. “Provoke? All I did was tell the truth. Asch drugged you, fucked you—”
I stuff my fingers into her mouth before she can utter another word. Her teeth graze my knuckles. “Suck,” I growl. “Get my fingers nice and wet.”
Before she can obey, I shove my fingers deeper into her mouth until she’s gagging around them. I’d shove my cock into her mouth to shut her up instead, but I don’t want a simple blowjob.
I want to hurt her.
I reach down, but instead of shoving my fingers into her cunt, I find her ass instead. “You want this?” I ask her, then let out a dark laugh. “Never mind. I don’t care.”
Pandora moans, her face completely red. She reaches up to grip my shoulders. I brace myself, ready to fight, but all she does is dig her nails in harder.
She’s not taking me seriously.
I snarl and shove two spit-slick fingers into her ass, not bothering to tease her first. She’s tight and hot in a different way than her cunt would be.
“Fuck.” Pandora grimaces and scratches my arm. “I’m… I’m a delicate—”
“You aren’t a delicate anything,” I snap at her.
I’m not in the mood to be gentle or to go slow.
Not when her words are raging in my mind.
I add a third finger and stretch her tight hole for all of two seconds before I pull it out again. Pandora whines and lifts her hips up.
“Come on, babe. You aren’t even trying,” Pandora mocks.
“Fuck you,” I hiss. I flip her over, viscerally satisfied when I hear her grunt in discomfort, then force her hips up. “You just love playing with fire.”
I slap her ass cheeks a few times. They bloom in red, and that color is gorgeous. She should be this color all the time.
What was I doing, being nice and gentle with her?
“Blabe,” Pandora moans.
The stupid nickname has annoyance spiking through me again, and I reward her with another slap before I spread her cheeks.
“I would have used lube, if you hadn’t provoked me,” I tell her. I reach down and stroke my cock, which is rock hard.
My entire body is flushed with arousal. Why the fuck is she still so hot, when I should hate her for trying to hurt me and Asch?
I position the head of my cock directly against her ass. It’s not an easy glide like it is when I shove into her slick cunt, but I don’t want it to be. I want her to feel every single inch as I force it inside of her.
The sounds she’s making are intoxicating, and I grunt as I drive deeper into her.
“Blaze, Blaze,” Pandora cries out. Her hands grip the sheets uselessly.
I slam into her, again and again. Her grunts get louder, and no matter how thick the walls are, there’s no way the people next door can’t hear us.
Let them hear.
I want everyone to know that Pandora is mine.
She reaches down to finger her clit, but I grab her wrist and force her hand away from her cunt.
“Fuck no,” I say. “You don’t deserve to come from this.”
Pandora bursts out laughing, the sound choked and uneven. “The… the last guy who… left me unsatisfied lost a finger.” She props herself up on her elbows and twists her head to look at me. “Maybe I should add your finger to my collection.”
I make a visceral sound, then I slam forward and grab her hair to force her back against the mattress. “You’re not getting any of my body parts, Pandora.”
She laughs again. “Then fuck me for real, Blaze.”
She’s lucky I’m not the contrary type who’d fuck her slower because of the demand.
For all that I’m pissed off at her, I want her to feel this.
I twist my fingers in her hair and drive more deeply into her, bottoming out again and again as I fuck her harder and faster. I’m not going to be able to hold off long, not with the heat and tightness around my cock and the breathless sounds she’s making while I rail her ass.
Then I’m coming with a cry, thrusting furiously into her as my cum spills into her. My entire body is overheated, the rage and arousal mixing with my orgasm and creating a wholly new experience.
My breaths are deafening in my ears.
I let go of Pandora’s hair, then grab her torso to force her up.
I need to kiss her. I get my lips on her ear, her jaw, anything I can reach. She turns her head toward me, and I press my lips as close to her mouth as I can. The angle is awkward, but it doesn’t matter.
I hold her and kiss her as my cock slowly softens and slips out of her.
“Fuck,” Pandora murmurs. “You’re so hot, Blaze.”
I snort and lick a bruise on her neck. “This what you wanted? For me to wreck you?”
“Isn’t that what I said?” Pandora pulls us both down onto the bed, and I slot myself against her back.
We lay like that in silence, and it’s almost pleasant.
The calm after the storm.
As long as I don’t think about what she said.
As long as I don’t worry about why she said it.