24. Pandora #2
“Did somebody end up with fewer clothes than they came in with?” I muse, glancing between Asch and Blaze.
Blaze is already starting to undress, taking off his expensive tie and folding it neatly on the coffee table. I drop my purse next to the tie.
“Mm, not exactly,” Asch says, and he turns me around, starting to slide the zipper down the back of my dress.
His lips press against the nape of my neck, then to the top of my spine.
“See, she couldn’t keep quiet when I was going down on her.
You’d be able to keep a straight face, though, wouldn’t you? ”
My eyes widen, and my face grows hot.
I grab Asch’s jaw, and before he can say anything, I drag him into a kiss, hard and desperate.
Yes please .
Show me a good time .
Prove I’m right about you .
Blaze steps up behind me and helps get my dress off. He wolf-whistles while I’m still kissing Asch and sets his hands on my ass.
“I don’t think this qualifies as underwear, Pandora,” Blaze says, pulling on the miniscule fabric of the itsy-bitsy panties I’d chosen.
The kiss with Asch lingers another moment, with his tongue teasing the seam of my lips before thrusting past it. The kiss feels like it goes on and on in all the best ways, and I’m panting when he finally pulls back.
Asch pulls off his suit jacket and sets it on the nearby sofa, unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it open. His bare chest is muscled, like River’s, and I wonder what he does in his free time to look like that. While he has some dark chest hair, it’s nowhere near furry or unappealing.
“I think it’s the perfect kind of underwear to be ripped off,” Asch remarks, looking down at it.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, but I’m smiling too.
Blaze grabs me and pulls me against him. He nibbles along the nape of the neck. “Sounds like a challenge. Asch, I’ll hold her. You do the ripping.”
“No!” I shriek, delighted.
I kick out at Asch when he approaches, but he grabs my leg and lifts it so he can kiss my calf. He slides his hand down from my ankle to my knee, then to my inner thigh before he plucks at the underwear.
“I won’t even need to try to make these rip,” Asch says, fingers playing with the strap. “Are you sure you didn’t wear these just to have them torn off of you?”
I struggle against Blaze, but he holds me tighter, and that is definitely his erection pressing against me.
“I would never ,” I say in between giggles. “What kind of woman do you take me for?”
“One who wants to get laid,” Blaze says. He pinches my side, and I let out another shrieking giggle.
“No! No tickling!” I protest, squirming some more.
Neither of them loosens their hold.
My head is growing fuzzier and fuzzier with arousal.
Asch grabs the side of the panties, and like he’d predicted, they rip with ease when he applies enough pressure. “Guess you’ll have to walk out of here without these,” he says. “With our cum dripping out of you, getting everywhere.” He smirks at me. “Unless you’re not game for that.”
What a gentleman! I can’t tell if he’s seriously asking, considering how our relationship even started.
I crane my neck to look at Blaze. “If I say no?”
Blaze’s eyes heat up. “You think I’m giving you a choice, Pandora?” He cups my breast and squeezes, eliciting another gasp from me. “I don’t see your knife anywhere, either. You’re completely at our mercy.”
“Just because you can’t see the knife, doesn’t mean it’s not there,” I say, and both of them freeze.
“Um,” Asch says, giving me a complete once over. I’m completely naked at this point, wearing nothing but my high heels. “There’s no way that’s on you.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “You haven’t searched everywhere , now have you?”
“Guess we’ll need to do a thorough check,” Asch says, though he doesn’t feel like he’s relaxed too much. “Make sure you aren’t hiding it somewhere…” He slides a hand down, covering my cunt with his hand. “…intimate.”
“Oh no, officer, please don’t!” I exclaim.
I hear Blaze snort in amusement, right before he grabs my hair and pulls sharply. I groan at the beautiful pain.
“You’re awfully mouthy for a naked woman,” Blaze growls.
“Mouthy is better than toothful,” I suggest. “For your cock, I mean.”
Blaze cracks up, loosening his hold while his body shudders with his laughter.
Asch takes the opportunity to reposition me, spreading my legs, and I gasp sharply when he slides a finger inside of me. “Hmm,” he says in my ear. “Can’t feel anything yet.”
“You might have to go deeper,” I say helpfully. “You have no idea what things I might have hidden up my… box.”
Blaze suddenly releases me, still laughing, and I end up falling backwards without him to steady me. Asch manages to catch my arm and keep me from knocking my head against the floor. He helps right me, and I turn to glare at Blaze.
“What gives?” I demand.
Blaze holds up a hand, but it takes him a few more seconds to stop laughing. “Sorry. I don’t know why… You got on my case about Pandora’s box jokes, then you make one yourself?”
“Oh, come on, they’re so obvious.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Are you done? Otherwise Asch and I will go to the bedroom all on our own?—”
Blaze stands up taller and grabs me by the waist, scooping me up into his arms in a bridal carry. I yelp and wrap my arms around his shoulders. I’m tall enough that most guys don’t try this with me, but I can’t deny that I’m absolutely delighted.
“Come on, then,” Blaze says. “She’s been thoroughly checked? No knives or any other deadly devices in her pussy?”
“None that I could find… But I could’ve missed something,” Asch muses, following us toward the bedroom.
It’s as opulent as the living area of the suite, with a very large bed that will easily fit all three of us. It’s so different from my tiny dorm bed, and I’m already imagining all the acrobatic things we can do in here.
Too bad River didn’t decide to join.
“Did you two really think I’d put a knife up there?” I ask. I poke Blaze’s cheek. “I’m wild, not stupid.”
Blaze rolls his eyes. “I’ve learned not to have any preconceptions about what you would or would not do, Pandora.” Then he drops me onto the bed, no fanfare at all.
I kick off my high heels, one of them flying in Asch’s direction. He manages to catch it before it hits his chest, then tosses it onto the floor.
“Careful,” he warns, but he’s grinning at me. He slides his shirt from his shoulders, unfastening his pants as he stalks toward the bed. He stops at the foot of it, studying me. “Should’ve left the heels on.”
“You like that?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows. “Me, naked, in nothing but fancy shoes that force my calves and ass to tighten up?”
“You should see the porn he watches,” Blaze says. He sets his jacket and shirt down on the dresser, then takes his shoes and socks off. “It’s all these high-class chicks in expensive outfits. Well, expensive for porn.”
I have to admit, I didn’t expect that at all.
Asch’s cheeks flush red, but he shrugs. “Guilty,” he says. “You know what else I like, Pandora?” He continues to undress, setting all of his clothes aside with deliberation instead of the careless way they’d gotten rid of my clothing .
His brown hair is already tousled, and I can’t wait to bury my fingers in it and muss it even more.
“Eating pussy?” I suggest, spreading my legs wider.
I’d shaved a bit for this date, cleaning up the loose hairs and shaping everything into a neat triangle. I would have gone for a small strip, but I hate the sensation of pubic hair growing back, so they’ll have to deal with a bit of bush.
“Eating pussy,” he confirms as he finishes stripping down. “I think I told you that the first night we met, and you didn’t believe me. So I guess I’m just gonna have to prove to you how much I like hearing a pretty woman moan.”
I’m already shivering in anticipation.
“Is pretty the best you can come up with?” I tease.
Blaze finishes stripping down completely, and my eye is drawn to him. This is the first time I’ve seen him entirely naked, and I have to swallow hard at the sight.
He’s fucking gorgeous, and he definitely knows it.
A lot more muscular than I expected, even if he doesn’t compare to River or Asch, but there’s definition there that tells me he goes to the gym regularly.
There’s a small smattering of blond hairs on his chest, which darken as they travel down to his pelvis.
His cock is already a deep red and standing to attention.
My pussy clenches.
Yeah, I’m going to need that inside me.
“Pretty,” Blaze repeats. “And gorgeous.”
“Hot,” Asch adds. “Reckless.”
“Infuriating. That’s a good word to describe you, Pandora.” Blaze gets onto the bed and slots himself along my side. He kisses my shoulder.
I grin. “You forgot ‘exasperating.’”
“Oh, we haven’t forgotten that part,” Asch says dryly, getting onto the bed between my legs, leaning down so he can kiss my mouth. “Or the part where you’re fucking deadly.” His eyes bore into mine, so dark and intense that it reminds me he’s nowhere near as calm and mild as he pretends to be.
I’m caught between the two of them once again, with Asch’s lips on mine while Blaze continues to fondle my breasts and kiss every part of my skin he can reach.
My hair, which I’d painstakingly put into an updo—it had taken me over an hour with various video tutorials—is starting to come undone. A loose strand gets between Asch’s lips, and he has to pause to brush it aside.
“Is this what you want, deadly little viper?” Asch murmurs against my mouth as he grinds against my leg with his cock, which leaves a line of precum.
“Yes,” I answer, lifting my hips. “I’d love to be venomous. One kiss from me, and my enemies fall.”
Blaze shakes his head, then grabs me and pulls me away from Asch and onto his lap. He spreads my thighs wide, over his own legs. “That’s why you need at least two men. One to keep you down while the other fucks you,” he growls.
“Don’t see much fucking yet,” I point out. “Or pussy-eating.”