11. Pandora #2
I wave to him and smile. “I assume it did. Or a bone saw? It’s a bit unclear at this point.” I look at the guy. “What’s your name? Unless you want me to call you limp-dicked frat douche.”
The guy scowls at me but removes his arm from the door frame. “I’m Declan. Maybe you can use your knife on Asch’s dick, then. He doesn’t really need it.”
“Fuck off, Declan,” Asch says. “If anyone needs to lose their dick, it’s you.” He flashes Declan a brittle smile, then turns his attention back to me. “I said I wasn’t down to fuck, Pandora. And Blaze isn’t here.”
“Good thing I wasn’t looking for Blaze,” I answer, stepping around Declan and toward Asch.
Declan scoffs loudly. “Still taking all of Blaze’s hand-me-downs.”
I drop my flirtatious smile and turn to glare at him. “What’s your problem, asshole? I’m here to bother and-or fuck Asch, and if you can’t be happy for your frat brother, what are you even doing in a fraternity?”
“Don’t worry about him,” Asch says. He stares at me, his expression still standoffish. “Am I the one who’s going to end up roofied if I try to tell you no?”
For some reason, that makes Declan scowl harder, but he flips us off and walks down the hall.
“Jeez. What’s he got against you?” I ask. “Did you murder his puppy?”
Asch crosses his arms against his chest. “Worse,” he deadpans. “I’m a scholarship student.”
I gasp loudly. “No! Not a scholarship student! I met one in a dark alley once, and you know what she did?”
“Went down on you?” Asch asks with a touch of snark I hadn’t been expecting.
I giggle and shake my head. “Damn. That’s a better joke than I was going to make.
Mine would have been, she said hi .” I knock my shoulder against his arm.
“Okay, you don’t want to fuck, and I ran out of my supply of drugs.
Why don’t you show me where the frat hides the roofies so I can get the party started? ”
This time, I am expecting a snarky response, but Asch only glances around us. “Yeah, no. Look, Pandora. I appreciate you being horny or whatever, but I have a severe case of ‘I don’t give a fuck,’ and I have homework to do. You know, to maintain that scholarship?”
I wave dismissively. “Then why don’t I help you study? I’m great at motivating guys.” I start walking down the hall. Thanks to the tour Blaze gave me and River the other day, I have a good sense of the layout.
I hadn’t noticed any obvious places where murder-and-decapitation could happen, but we also never stepped foot into the basement.
Asch swears, but he follows me. “Seriously, what are you doing here, Pandora?”
Trying to figure out who roofied Carly, but I have no idea how to even get started on that. I keep walking, taking the stairs up while I figure out what to say. “Can’t I want to jump on your dick? You should have more self-confidence, Asch! You’re a hot guy! I bet lots of women want to fuck you.”
“Just go to Blaze’s room, then,” he says, sounding resigned.
That’s disappointing, but I guess I can’t expect him to let me wander around unfettered and go through other people’s rooms.
I’m pretty sure Blaze wasn’t the one who roofied Carly. He wouldn’t have brought us to that bedroom if he had. And Asch didn’t know either, so the two of them are safe.
For now.
I’m surprised to find Blaze’s door unlocked, but I stride in and drop down onto the bed, spreading my arms wide. “How come Blaze gets a queen? My dorm room only has a full-sized bed.”
“Perks of being a Bouchard,” Asch replies, closing the door behind us. He sits down in the chair at Blaze’s desk, looking intently at me. “Now tell me why you’re really here, because as flattering as it is to think that you need my dick that bad, we both know you don’t.”
If I’m honest, my cunt is still a bit sore from fucking Blaze earlier. He gave me a real pounding. I could go again, but I’m almost glad Asch saw through the whole ruse.
“Fine, fine.” I sit up and lean against the headboard. “I just want to find out who handed out the roofies at the party. It’s been bugging me, and if I’m going to spend more time with all of you, I need to be sure I can trust the drinks.”
His expression, which had already been weary, closes off completely. “It’s been dealt with,” he says. “It won’t happen again.”
That’s more than I thought I’d get out of him. I’d thought he’d insist that no one in the frat would ever do anything like that.
“Dealt with?” I repeat. “Dealt with, how? Like, you gave the guy a slap on the wrist, or you kicked him out of the school?”
Asch’s foot taps against the floor. He must catch himself doing it, because he stops almost immediately. “Drop it, Pandora.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I have to know if the punishment fits the crime. I mean, I could also start doing real stabbing. Go all Final Retribution 4 on the entire frat.”
“No.” Asch smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
I get off the bed and sit down on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Come on, Asch. I’ll make it worth your while. Just tell me who did it.” I lean in to brush my lips against his.
He tenses, but then he tangles his fingers in my hair and urges me closer, kissing me for a long moment before pulling back. “Yeah?” He runs his nails lightly along my scalp. “And how are you gonna do that?”
I place my hand over his crotch and give it a light squeeze, eliciting a quiet groan from him. “Hmm. I don’t think I’ve even gotten a good look at you yet. Blaze has been monopolizing me.”
“Mm, true,” he says. “Maybe we could come to an arrangement.” He chuckles. “How about you take the knife out and put it on the desk so we can have something more relaxed?”
I internally roll my eyes, but I do want to get him relaxed enough to spill the beans. I pull the knife out of my pocket—careful not to dislodge the charm at the same time—and hold it up.
“No stabbing, I promise,” I say as I toss the knife onto the bed. I’m not going to put it within easy reach for him.
He laughs again, and this time, it sounds more genuine. “What, you don’t trust me?” he asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer, though. This time, when his lips meet mine, the kiss is demanding, harsh, and his tongue presses insistently at my lips.
I open up for him, groaning when he thrusts his tongue inside like he owns me. I didn’t expect him to be so forceful, not with how he defers to Blaze, but I like it.
Maybe not quite “Blaze’s Bitch” after all.
While he kisses me, and oh my god is his tongue weirdly flexible, I undo his belt and fly.
He shifts so I can more easily get his cock out. He’s only half-hard, but that’s easy enough to fix. Despite the awkward position, I start to stroke him, and he groans against my mouth .
I wonder how long it’s been since he’s gotten laid, if he’s managed to score with anyone between the party and now.
I feel weirdly put out by that thought. Why do I care if he’s slept with other women?
Asch runs his hand down from my hair to my back, then farther down until it rests on the small of my back.
“How strong are you?” I ask him, squeezing his bicep. I think that’s the arm I cut him on, but I’ve already forgotten. “Can you make sure we don’t fall out of this chair while I give you the best handjob of your life?”
“Strong enough, but I doubt it’d be the best handjob of my life in this chair. We could just move to the bed,” he counters.
I wonder how close he and Blaze are, for him to be willing to have sex in it.
I grin at him. “You want to fuck in Blaze’s bed? Kind of kinky—but also kind of boring. You’ve fucked lots of girls in beds, I bet.”
“Yep,” he confirms. “It may not be as adventurous, but it’s more comfortable.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you should ride me right here instead of just using your hand.”
He’s done a complete 180 from not wanting to fuck, and I wonder what’s changed.
“Hmm, I might need something more substantial in exchange for a full fuck.” I go back to stroking his cock.
It’s longer than Blaze’s, but more slender than both his and River’s cock. Asch might be lacking in girth, but getting in deeper will be a bonus. I rub insistently at the head, and Asch’s breath hitches.
“I mean, if I fuck you, you’d definitely get something more substantial,” he deadpans.
I burst out laughing and kiss him briefly for the joke. “That was good. Nice to see you do have a sense of humor. You never laugh at my jokes.”
“That’s because they aren’t funny,” he says, his voice breathless as I continue to work his cock in my hand.
Best handjob ever, I promised him. I don’t actually know how he likes it, though, so I pay close attention to his reactions. When I stroke lightly, his eyes flutter, but when I increase the pressure beyond what most guys would want, his mouth parts in a moan.
Score.
“What do you imagine when you jerk off by yourself?” I ask him, lightly running my nail along the thick vein.
“Hmm,” he murmurs, sounding distracted enough to make me wonder if he’s going to tell me what he actually thinks about instead of making something up. “I do love a good spitroast. What do you imagine when you’re touching yourself, Pandora?”
“Ooh, spitroasts are fun,” I agree, getting in close so I can lick his jaw. “You and Blaze do that a lot? Get a girl between you and wreck her cunt and mouth?”
“Or her ass,” he says. “Is that something you’d like?”
“Never done a threesome,” I admit. “It looks hot in porn though. Also, you want to get your hands on my tits or something?”
“Watch a lot of porn, do you?” He grins at me, and his hands slide down to the hem of my shirt before pushing it up to bare my bra. He pinches my nipples harder than I would’ve expected from him. “Like this?”
I moan and nod. “Yep, like that. And I watch enough porn to know real guys can’t stay hard for that long.” I squeeze his cock harder and drag my fist slowly up his length.
His breath hitches. “Maybe not, but that doesn’t matter. That’s what hands and mouths are for, right?” he asks, his hips arching up into my touch.
The desk chair rolls a few inches, and I laugh. “Hey, pay attention! We’ll roll out into the hallway if you don’t plant your feet.”
He puts his feet flat against the floor, holding me up mostly by his hand on my back. “The door is closed,” he points out.
“Which is a shame,” I say, pressing my thumb harder against the slit of his cock. “Do you want me to moan loudly? So Declan and the other losers know you’re getting laid?”
He tilts his head back, groaning as I put that pressure on his cock. “Wouldn’t hurt,” he says. “But then you’ll have every Kappa Alpha brother on your doorstep begging for a turn.” He looks back at me, his eyes narrowing. “But you don’t want that to happen, do you?”
I run my tongue across his lower lip. “Why not? How else am I going to find out which of them has a stash of Rohypnol in their drawer?”
“You aren’t going to let that go, are you?” he asks, fisting his hand in my hair to pull me closer and kiss me instead of waiting for an answer.
I moan loudly, both because of how good it feels and to give a show to any eavesdroppers. Asch is still toying with my nipples, pinching and petting and sending zings of pleasure up my spine.
I can feel it when Asch’s cock starts twitching, and I debate softening my touch to delay his orgasm, but I’m too into it, and I want to hear him, smell him.
I want to see what he looks like when he isn’t wound so tight.
He twists my nipples harder even as he throws his head back, his expression changing into something much softer than it has been when he spills into my hand with a groan.
“Fuck, Pandora,” he mutters. His eyes are closed as he rests his head against the back of the chair, and he shudders beneath me as the last of his cum fills my hand.
I wait until he opens his eyes before I lift my hand and lick the cum off. His face turns red, which is weirdly cute given everything we’ve just done.
I smile at him. “You’re kind of shy, aren’t you?”
“Shy?” he repeats, then he shrugs. “I’m quiet, not shy.”
“No, I think you are,” I say, kissing him so he can taste his own cum. He doesn’t shy away from the taste, which boosts him in my book. Guys who whine about the taste of cum, especially after I’ve already gone down on them, are annoying.
“Too bad you won’t find out,” he says, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips.
I brush back a strand of his hair. “So. We had a deal. Where can I find the douchebag with the roofie stash?”
He stands up suddenly, and my ass hits the floor hard enough to make me yelp.
“What the fuck?” I demand.
“You’re a snake,” he says, and while his voice is calm and he’s smiling at me, he’s back to looking as aloof as he had earlier. “Blaze may not be taking you seriously, but I am.”
I try to stand up, but he grabs my shoulder and pushes down.
“So I don’t care what he says or does, you will stay away from him,” he continues. “If you don’t…” He lets the words hang in the air for a moment before adding quietly, “You’re not the only one who knows how to hurt someone, Pandora.”
I get up quietly and pick up my knife from the bed. Asch watches me warily, clearly ready to defend himself in case I choose to attack.
I smirk at him. “Oh, maybe not shy , but protective. That’s really, really cute, Asch.
” I walk to the door, keeping a healthy distance between me and Asch.
“Unfortunately for you, I can’t control Blaze.
If he wants to throw me down and fuck me…
well, I’m just a weak little girl. I couldn’t possibly ward him off. ”
Asch snarls at me, and I laugh as I leave the room, shutting the door behind me.
Fine, so I didn’t find out who hurt Carly, but I do know something.
Asch and Blaze know who it was.
And, more importantly—Asch has claws hidden underneath that mild exterior.
I’m even more interested in him than before.