23. Pandora #2
Asch hums in agreement, his hands sliding down to my breasts and lightly tweaking my nipples. “Then again, it’s not like we want you to stay in the sexy lingerie.”
River is watching me from across the room, and I see his hesitation.
Asch must notice it too, because he asks, “What are you waiting for?”
I extend a hand to River. “I need you,” I state.
It’s true.
I need him, and Asch, and Blaze.
He crosses the room without argument and comes to take my hand. He leans in to kiss me, and despite the way he’s still practically vibrating with anger, it’s gentle.
Like I’m fragile.
I grab his hair and twist it forcefully. When he gasps, I force my tongue into his mouth, showing him just how fragile I’m not.
He groans and takes the hint, his tongue pushing against mine as he deepens the kiss.
My nose doesn’t like getting pushed up against his, but I ignore the pain.
Asch’s touch on my breasts gets firmer, fingers tightening on my nipples and twisting them.
I hum in approval while I continue to kiss River.
Blaze places his hand on my stomach while he sucks on my shoulder.
River pulls away from me, but before I can protest, he pulls his shirt over his head and discards it off to the side. His bare chest is muscled and dusted with hair, and I drink in the sight of him even as Asch and Blaze distract me from him.
“Here, lie back,” Blaze says, pulling me up on the bed. “Let us worship you, Pandora.”
I give him a crooked smile. “Worship me? I hope that includes a lot of nails and teeth.”
“Maybe,” Asch says. “Or maybe we’ll be so gentle that you cry from frustration.”
“That better be a joke,” I say.
Blaze strips down quickly before coming back to me. He nips the palm of my hand. “Asch never jokes. Zero sense of humor, that one.”
“It’s true,” Asch agrees, drawing back so he can strip as well. “I never joke. You and Blaze make enough dumb jokes for the rest of us.”
Before I can respond, River kisses me again, but his touches are gentle again.
I shake my head. “Nope, we’re not doing gentle.” I let River help me shimmy out of my jeans. “Asch, look at all this lovely blank canvas you’ve got before you.” I stroke my chest. “Think of how good I’d look all cut up and bloody.”
I’m not fragile.
Don’t treat me like I’m fragile.
“You do look good that way,” he agrees, and he reaches out to smooth his fingers across my chest. I didn’t scar from the last time he took a blade to my chest. Maybe I want to scar this time.
He keeps going up, though, his fingers traveling over my chin, my jaw, my lips—and finally landing on my tender nose.
“Didn’t I tell you once that you’re not the one in charge?” Blaze asks. “Well, it’s still true here, Pandora.”
I shake off Asch’s hand and scowl at Blaze. “What? I’m absolutely in charge. I’m simply allowing you to think otherwise to preserve your fragile, masculine pride.”
That’s got to piss him off enough to finally do something, right?
Asch snorts. “Yeah, that’s not going to work,” he tells me. “If any of us had fragile egos, we wouldn’t be able to handle you.”
River chuckles, the first sign that he’s breaking out of that dark space. “He’s not wrong,” he comments.
“The amount of times you insulted my cock size alone…” Blaze pointedly strokes his cock, which is, in my very qualified opinion, average-sized at best. Thicker than average, I mean. And not small.
It’s a nice cock.
It’s a great cock, honestly. He knows how to use it, and it’s got a cute little curve that makes it unique.
I look over to River, who has finally shed the rest of his clothes too.
River’s cock is nestled amid thick, curly hair, and there’s a smattering of hair leading down to it on his belly. He’s the hairiest of the three of them.
I know that if I reach for Asch’s, I’ll feel the slender length of it, the way it has a delightful curve of its own that can rub against the right place.
I wonder if it would hit Blaze’s prostate if he fucked him.
“I’ve never insulted your cock size,” I state. “I would have to have noticed your cock to complain about it.”
Blaze laughs.
I pout, because I wanted to make him angry, not amuse him. He leans forward to kiss me from above, the angle awkward.
“Nice try, but I’m not falling for it,” Blaze says. He wraps a hand around my wrist. “We’re going to go slow and gentle with you, Pandora.”
“And you might protest, but you’ll love every second of it,” Asch says, taking hold of my other wrist.
River slides between my legs, parting them as he kisses my inner thigh. “Hmm, like this?” he asks, glancing at Blaze. “I think I can make her want it.”
I shake my head and raise my foot so I can kick him, but River gets his hands on my thighs and forces them to stay in place.
“Guys, this isn’t funny,” I say. “You don’t want me like this.”
“Of course we do,” Asch says, lifting my hand so he can kiss my palm. “We want you any way we can get you. Hard, gentle, fast, slow—just as long as we’re bringing you pleasure.”
Blaze tilts my head in his direction. His eyes are more serious than before. “Just relax, Pandora. You don’t need to fight all the time.”
But I do.
Failing to fight is what got me into this. It’s why Bobbi almost killed me and Samantha both. If I don’t fight, the world will tear me down.
It’ll dissolve into rivers of blood, only I’ll be the only one bleeding.
“You don’t,” River repeats, then his fingers are between my legs, slowly sliding into me. “You can have us like this.”
I moan as he seeks out the most sensitive spot inside me. He’s dexterous enough to use his thumb on my clit, so I’m getting dual shocks of pleasure.
It’s his four-fingered hand, too.
“River,” I moan. I struggle against Blaze and Asch, trying to scratch them.
Blaze kisses my lips again, while Asch leans over to suck and nip at my nipple.
River ignores my protests, or maybe they drive him on because he withdraws his fingers so he can get at my clit with his tongue instead.
Asch nips me, teeth teasing my nipple as his tongue lashes against it like River’s tongue against my clit.
It feels good.
It doesn’t make sense.
Sex is supposed to be frantic, forceful. It’s not about slow; it’s about getting what you need. Feeling good, making the other person feel good, but not…
Not like this.
I moan as another wave of pleasure hits me.
“Asch,” I complain. I think it’s a complaint. But he keeps working my nipple, almost in tandem with River’s movements between my legs.
“Shh.” Blaze strokes my hair and kisses me again, as gently as before. “We’ve got you, Pandora.”
I’m going to come apart.
I am coming apart.
Asch teases my other nipple with his fingers. “Do you need River inside of you?” he murmurs. “You’ll get to have all of us.”
“Yes,” I say.
I’m not begging.
But I want more.
I again try to reach out for one of them, but Blaze and Asch don’t let me go. I should be mad about it, but it’s almost… comforting.
It’s okay to be a bit weaker.
A bit smaller.
A bit more human.
River gets up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He moves up the bed, and he takes his time getting in place before starting to push inside of me. It takes what feels like an eternity, and I whine in protest.
It doesn’t make him go any faster.
Between Asch and Blaze and River touching me, the pleasure starts to ramp up. I’m not sure I can come like this, with it so slow and gentle, but I think I want to try.
“You’re stretched so wide around River,” Blaze says. “Your cunt is begging for him.”
“Yes,” I agree. “More. Please, River, more.”
River sort of obliges me. His thrusts pick up in speed, but they’re still gentle. He brushes his fingers across my cheek, then presses them against my lips. “Suck,” he tells me.
I take his fingers into my mouth and suck on them like I would a cock. I drag my tongue over the pads of his fingertips, tasting the hint of salt.
He thrusts them into my mouth at the same pace he takes up with my cunt, and despite the slow, leisurely pace, it isn’t long before he’s starting to tense up.
“Asch, touch her clit,” Blaze orders. “Make her come.”
Asch shifts so he can reach my clit, and River moves up so he can keep thrusting into me.
I’m still sensitive from River’s tongue, and I moan.