23. Pandora #3
River is panting, and he lets out a quiet, self-deprecating laugh. “Hurry up, Asch,” he says. “I can’t last much longer.”
Huh.
I didn’t know he could come from being gentle.
I didn’t know I could come from being gentle, either, but only moments pass before I’m clenching around River’s cock as my orgasm takes me over. It’s a strange sort of climax, but it’s made even better by River continuing to thrust into me until I’m collapsing back onto the bed.
He spills into me, then lingers inside. He and Asch shift so River can lean down and kiss me, slow and leisurely, before he pulls out.
“Asch,” Blaze says. “You take her.”
I glance at Blaze, still dazed. “You don’t want River’s sloppy seconds? Waiting for Asch’s cum?”
Blaze chuckles and ruffles my hair. “I’m saving the best for last, of course.”
Asch rolls his eyes, but he moves so he can take River’s place between my legs. “River’s turn to make sure she comes,” he says.
They’re not holding me down anymore, but strangely enough, I don’t feel like trying to escape them as Asch starts to slowly thrust inside of me with a groan.
“You’re so fucking warm like this,” he says, kissing me before moving up so River can get to my clit more easily.
“I’m always warm,” I point out. I find Blaze’s hand and twine my fingers with his. He smiles at me, and somehow he looks even more handsome like this than when he’s all put together and threatening somebody.
All of them look better now than when they’re covered with blood.
How does that make any sense?
I clench for Asch, drawing him deeper into me, and groan when his cock slides along my g-spot.
He smirks down at me. “Right there, huh?” he asks, and the next time he thrusts, he hits the same spot.
Yeah, I definitely need to see him with Blaze, trying to make sure he pegs Blaze just right.
Asch keeps going, and so does River, and my second climax is as unexpected as the first.
River keeps teasing me through it, and I grab his wrist to keep him from continuing when it goes from pleasurable to too intense. He grins, but he lets me push him away.
Even as Asch thrusts into me, he takes a slow pace that’s so at odds with how he and Blaze and River usually fuck me. He shudders, then more warmth floods inside of me as he comes inside me with a groan.
“Two down,” he says, lingering inside me for only another moment before he pulls back. “One to go.”
I’m exhausted. How can I be exhausted, when I’ve barely done anything?
Blaze kisses my cheek gently before moving between my legs. He runs his fingers along my cunt. “Fuck, you’re so sloppy,” he says, his voice full of awe.
I smile at him. “You like sloppy cunts, Blaze?”
He grins back. “You know I do.” He holds up his fingers, slick from my juices and Asch and River’s cum, and brings them to my lips.
I open my mouth for him, and I suck his fingers clean. It’s a familiar taste, tangy and salty.
“That’s so hot,” Asch says. “You’re so hot, Pandora.”
After Blaze withdraws his fingers, I answer, “So are you, boyfriend.”
Blaze lines up. “Okay. No preamble, because I think you’re completely loose for me already.”
“I am,” I agree. I sound so needy and desperate, but that hardly matters anymore. “Give it to me, Blaze.”
Asch’s hand slides across my stomach, and I inhale sharply as it drifts down and finds my clit again.
I’m so oversensitive that I’m not sure I can handle another climax.
Blaze’s thrusts are slow, languid, so unlike our usual frantic fucking. The pleasure builds slowly, in stages, so that I don’t even know how I get to the precipice again until I’m right there.
“Come for us,” Asch coaxes. His fingers work easily on my slick clit, rubbing just the right way, even as Blaze continues to fuck me so slowly.
I’m not sure who comes first, me or Blaze, but it all coalesces into a mess of intense pleasure.
I blink hard, and my vision is hazy with moisture.
Tears.
Shit, now I’m crying, too?
Blaze slowly pulls out, and cum drips out of me. It’s not unpleasant though. It’s not like I can move to clean myself off, anyway.
Blaze stretches out next to me and kisses my jaw. “You’re so fucking perfect, Pandora,” he says.
Isn’t that my line?
I tilt my head toward him so I can kiss him back. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, open mouths moving against each other.
After a moment, someone tugs at my hair, light but insistent. It’s River, who claimed the other side of me at some point. I turn my head to kiss him, too, and Asch reaches over Blaze to stroke my chest again.
“Perfect,” Asch echoes. “All of it.”
Not really.
So far from perfect, it’s pretty laughable.
“I almost got Samantha killed,” I point out quietly. “If you three hadn’t shown up…”
“You didn’t almost get her killed,” River says, his expression darkening. “That was all George Bouchard.”
“And we did show up,” Asch adds.
“It wasn’t Samantha in danger when we arrived,” Blaze says, quiet anger simmering in his voice. “Bobbi wouldn’t have survived if she’d killed you.”
“Agreed,” River says. “As it is, she’s lucky we let her go.”
Yeah.
I’m lucky.
And, right now, there aren’t even any shadows in the walls to tell me otherwise.