24. Pandora #4
All the while, I’m left dependent on Blaze to fuck into me, and the two of them start to work together to fuck me together. One in, one out; they seem every bit as aware of my pleasure as their own, which should shock me but somehow doesn’t.
“How does it feel?” I ask. “Your cocks sliding against each other? ”
Blaze huffs and bites my shoulder again. “Like a cock sliding against my cock.”
By the time this evening is over, I’m going to be covered in marks and bruises.
Too bad the weather is cooling down, or I’d be wearing the skimpiest shirts I could to show off all the marks.
As the two of them continue to fuck me, the banter recedes. We’re all too focused on the moment, on taking and giving, and the sounds of our gasps and groans fill the air instead of our words.
Asch kisses my shoulder blade, then starts to kiss and suck a hickey into my skin. He abandons that before long, though, and something must transpire between the two of them because they both pick up the pace.
Blaze’s hand snakes between us, and his fingers go to my still-sensitive clit.
“I want to feel you come with both of us inside you,” he growls, and he starts rubbing aggressively.
I clutch Blaze tighter, and I try to hold off just to extend the moment, but between their fucking and his expert fingers playing with my clit, I’m gone .
I scream as the pleasure slams into me, my vision going hazy and my pussy clenching around Blaze.
Asch grunts, sounding startled, and his fingers flex around my breasts as he squeezes them with a tighter grasp.
“Just like that,” he says, breathing hard against my neck.
Their thrusting becomes more erratic, and Asch is the first one to cry out, holding me painfully tightly as he bucks one last time into my ass before I feel the rush of heat inside of me.
I’m sweating and panting, but Blaze pulls me into a kiss, and his hips buck up one, two more times before he floods into me too, mere moments behind Asch. He doesn’t break the kiss until he’s done, all of our movements coming to a standstill.
I rest my head against Blaze’s shoulders and hum with contentment .
It takes about four breaths before I realize how uncomfortable I am.
“You two need to move,” I mumble. “And clean me up.”
Blaze groans. “I can’t move. I’m completely spent. Asch. You do it.”
Asch grumbles from behind me, and when he pulls out, I feel cum dripping out of me. It spills onto Blaze’s thighs.
“Give me a second,” Asch says, and I feel him settle heavily onto the bed. “Both of you are impatient assholes.”
I settle down more, Blaze’s cock still inside me. Normally I’d be glad to get a cock out—a guy’s kind of served his purpose by this point—but I find I don’t mind staying like this.
It takes a few minutes, but Asch finally gets up. He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the water briefly running. He returns with a cloth in hand. “Can’t clean you up if he’s still inside you,” he points out. “Lie back, and I’ll take care of you.”
“Are you going to take care of Blaze, too?” I ask him.
Asch briefly goes still, then he shrugs. “If he wants me to.”
“Well, I’m not moving,” Blaze says with a yawn. “Christ, Pandora, where do you get so much energy?”
I slide off Blaze reluctantly, but I stay close enough to cuddle. “It was the good food, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Asch echoes. He shakes his head, and he reaches down to part my legs.
The damp cloth is still warm, and he carefully wipes my pussy clean before doing the same around my ass.
“You’re still going to be dripping. Too bad you don’t have any underwear.
You’ll have to hold it in.” He sounds positively satisfied with himself.
“I’ll make sure not to sit on my dress when I’m in Blaze’s fancy car,” I say. I close my eyes and sigh happily. “Wouldn’t want to stain my dress.”
“Ugh. Not on the leather,” Blaze complains. After a pause, he says, “What are you gawking at, Asch? Get in bed already.”
Asch tosses the cloth on the nearby nightstand then climbs into bed behind me. He kisses the back of my neck again, his arm sliding around my waist. “Are we staying the night?” he asks.
“Why wouldn’t we?” Blaze asks. “Don’t make this weird, Asch.”
“Yeah, Asch,” I mimic. I roll over so I can face Asch and tap him on the nose. “Or do you really want to drive back right now? I bet Blaze will fall asleep at the wheel and we’ll all die in a horrible accident, all because you were so impatient to run away from me.”
“I’m not running away,” Asch says. “I’m just not sure you aren’t going to try to suffocate one of us in our sleep, that’s all.” There’s humor in his voice, though, and he nips my shoulder.
“That’s why there’s two of you,” I point out. “So you can protect each other from my dastardly ways.”
Blaze wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles the back of my neck. “Just wait. One of these days, you’ll actually be scared of me.”
I laugh. “Yeah, if you say so.”
That’s the end of the conversation, and I settle in with both of them surrounding me. I have never wanted to cuddle with my casual fucks.
But they’re different.
Asch and Blaze are absolutely perfect.