34. Pandora #3
Blaze’s eye screws up, and his lips part. Seconds later, he lets out a long, low groan. Asch’s body shudders, his thighs practically vibrating.
I pull off Asch’s cock. My throat is ridiculously sore, and it takes me a few tries to say, “Need… need you, Asch. Fill me.”
“I don’t know. You did keep pinching my fucking balls,” Asch jokes.
At least, he’d better be joking.
Blaze pulls out of him, and Asch nearly collapses.
“C’mere,” he says, lying down on the couch and patting his lap. “I want to see you bounce on my cock.”
He wants me to move? Now?
I laugh and glance at River and Blaze. “Will one of you give me a hand?”
Blaze slides down onto the couch. His cock is covered in cum, and he gives me an incredulous look.
His eyepatch has slipped a bit, and I see a hint of red skin.
“You expect me to do any work?” Blaze grumbles. “I’m fucking exhausted.”
I flip him off, then try to lift myself off the arm of the couch. River, unlike Blaze, is enough of a gentleman to help steady me.
I give him a kiss for his troubles, and he doesn’t even wrinkle his nose at the taste of Asch’s precum on my lips.
Asch looks up at me, and he grins. The pleasure is still written across his features, and he offers a hand to help me into his lap. I slide onto it, and between Asch and River, I manage to situate myself above Asch’s cock.
My cunt is slick and ready, and I groan as they start to lower me down onto Asch’s hard cock.
“Did you enjoy watching that, Pandora?” Asch asks me, his eyes locking onto mine.
“Yeah,” I say, sighing happily at the stretch. “You were so fucking hot. I’ll have to get a better angle next time. Maybe we can do a whole chain. River in my cunt, Asch in River, Blaze in Asch.”
Blaze bursts out laughing and reaches out to pinch my nipple. “You just like logistical nightmares.”
Like big events with explosions.
“Yeah,” I say. “I do. I love making your brain work, Blaze.”
I love a lot more than that.
My stupid heart beats faster again.
Why was I looking for that thing?
It’s kind of a pain.
Asch groans as he bottoms out in me, and I settle fully into his lap with his cock reaching deep inside of me.
“I love this,” Asch says, like he’s echoing my thoughts. He looks up, trailing his fingers across my cheek, before he thrusts his hips up into me, encouraging me to move. “Think you can come like this?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” I tighten my cunt and force my thighs to move, even though I’m already exhausted.
River strokes my hair and guides my movements, while Blaze, sitting next to Asch, keeps playing with my breasts. Neither of my nipples is still covered by any scraps of fabric.
Asch meets me thrust for thrust, his eyes fluttering closed after only a few minutes.
“Don’t you dare come before me,” I tell him.
“I’m not, I’m not,” Asch is quick to assure me. “Fuck, I can feel Blaze’s cum dripping out of my ass.”
The thought of it makes my cunt throb again, and I lean forward a little, putting pressure in all the right places as I ride him.
I’m so close. I just need… something. One more thing. Anything.
“So fucking hot,” Blaze murmurs. He drops his hand down to Asch’s lap, then gets right in between where Asch is spearing me open.
He doesn’t even manage to touch my clit before the pleasure slams into me and overpowers me.
I let out a long, keening wail and claw at Asch’s chest.
Asch shudders, and heat floods me as he comes with my cunt clenching around his cock. He really had been on a hair trigger between me and Blaze working him over.
River leans in to kiss me, and he brushes a few strands of hair from my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.
I sigh happily and collapse against Asch.
It takes all of five minutes for the discomfort to hit. Both the strange pose, and how the dress has ridden up to sit around my waist, and yeah, my ass and cunt are both extremely sore.
In a good way, but still uncomfortable.
I shimmy off Asch. He makes a disappointed sound, but I don’t go far. I literally can’t, since River squeezes into the remaining space. The couch is barely big enough to fit us all, with me half on Asch and half on River.
Everybody drifts for several moments.
Until my stomach grumbles loudly.
Blaze laughs. “Really?”
I half-heartedly reach over to slap him, but I mostly get Asch. “Really. Sheesh. I was so busy prepping this Valentine’s surprise for you that I didn’t eat.”
“We should fix that,” Asch says, but he doesn’t even try to move. “River, feed her.”
River rolls his eyes, but he gets up. “Yeah.” He grabs one of the trays of canapes, which has mini quiches on it. He picks one of them up and offers it to me. “One of these?”
I open my mouth, and I let him place the quiche in my mouth. I make sure to lick his fingers before he can pull them away.
Blaze groans. “Wait. We could have been doing sexy food things?”
I flip him off. “Maybe you could have. I don’t mix food and sex.”
“That’s the line you’re drawing?” Asch asks, sounding amused. “Also, I think my arm is falling asleep.”
River reaches out to help me sit up more so Asch can shift, then grabs another of the quiches. “If you don’t behave, you’re going to end up getting bent over the side of the couch again.”
“Oh noooo,” I say sarcastically. “That’s so tragic. Please, River, don’t ever bend me over any surfaces.”
“Okay,” River replies. “I promise never to bend you over any surface ever again.” He smirks at me, then turns back to the tray to look over the rest of the food I’d gotten before picking another canape to feed me.
Blaze sits forward and reaches awkwardly for the wipes I’d left in the space under the coffee table. He passes a few to Asch, who uses them to clean me thoroughly.
I don’t mind that kind of gentle touch.
“So,” Blaze says after we’re all clean and he’s munching on one of the tiny cakes. “Why did you warn us not to panic? Your beautiful, mostly naked body isn’t going to make us panic.”
I don’t point out how skittish he’s been since he got back from the hospital.
Mostly, because now I’m skittish, and I debate throwing the rest of my plan out the window. But I take a deep breath and get off the couch, fumbling for the surprises I left underneath it.
“Pandora?” Asch asks.
I stay on the floor and pull out all the tiny boxes.
I place one in each of their naked laps.
Blaze lifts it up. “What’s inside?”
“A cock ring,” I say, deadpan.
“Oh, look at the time,” Asch drawls. “Got somewhere else to be.”
River glares at him, then opens his box. His eyes go wide, and he looks sharply up at me, Asch completely forgotten. “Pandora?”
Asch follows suit, opening his own box. He goes still, then reaches out to touch the item inside.
A ring.
I got them all rings. Perfectly sized, because yes, I can creepily measure their fingers in their sleep. They’re all shaped to look like a four-eyed snake biting its own tail, each eye in gold while the snake is a soft, white silver.
I open my own box and pull out a similar ring, although the eyes of the snake sparkle with small pink diamonds.
“So. Um.” I laugh nervously.
Fuck, since when did I ever get nervous?
I blame my stupid heart.
“These are rings! You can wear them. On your finger, or on a chain around your neck.” I look down at mine. “I thought… the three of you… that is. I know I’m a lot, and that I’m awful, and terrible—”
“You aren’t,” River interrupts. He’s already putting his on, sliding it onto the finger next to his missing pinky.
Asch slides his on as well, looking down on it with his head tilted to the side. “The fact that it’s perfectly sized has me a little concerned, though,” he says, deadpan.
“Because I’m a stalker,” I say.
Blaze nods as he puts the ring on. “Yeah, Asch. Keep up. You’ve known that since day one. When she oh so conveniently showed up where we were having dinner.”