34. Pandora
PANDORA
Pandora
Don’t panic, but I have a surprise for you all when you get home.
But you can’t be late.
You snooze, you lose.
Boyfriend
It’d help if you told us what time to be there, you know.
But we’re 5 min away
Blabe
I’m panicking. And also with Asch and River, so I have no choice.
Boyfriend
River’s driving might mean we take longer though
JFC
Yeah, River does kind of suck at driving. All respecting the speed limits and stopping for ten minutes at every stop sign to make sure every last turtle has crossed. He also doesn’t text while he’s driving, not even when he’s stopped waiting for said turtles to cross the road.
I take one last look at the setup. Mood lighting, check. Food, check. Presents, check.
And me, all dressed up? Also check.
I adjust the strap to my, frankly, extremely uncomfortable dress.
I don’t think it was designed to be worn for more than five minutes before being stripped off.
The strips of fabric manage to cover the important bits, mostly, if I don’t bend too much, but they’re also so tight that any movement at all counts as bending.
I’m going to be flashing quite a bit of myself.
I hear the car arriving, so I cross my legs and recline into the armchair.
The door opens a minute later, with River at the front and Asch and Blaze on his heels.
“What kind of surprise—” River begins, only to stop dead in his tracks when he gets a look at me. “Holy shit.”
“What?” Asch asks, peering past him. His eyes widen, too, and he licks his lips. “Oh. I like this surprise.”
Blaze’s mouth drops open. “Oh. Hello.”
He’s wearing an eye-patch, and honestly, it makes him look pretty fucking ravaging. He got a whole set of them, all to match his clothes. I haven’t seen him without the eyepatch yet, but we’ll work our way up to that.
“Hi,” I say, smiling. “I cooked for you all.” I motion to the platters of food on the coffee table.
Now they all look suspicious.
“By cooked, you mean…” Blaze starts.
I huff in annoyance. “I ordered it all from the single good restaurant in town, yes. But you could pretend!”
Asch is the first one to come up to me, his thumbs hooking under the straps of the dress as he strokes the skin. “Maybe we’ll all take cooking lessons when we get back home,” he says.
He does not sound like he cares about the cooking.
“Or we can just order in on Blaze’s dime,” River says. “We have better things to do than cook.” He approaches from my other side and leans down to steal a kiss. Or, y’know, take a freely given kiss. Nothing stolen here.
Blaze is the last to approach. He’s more careful about where he steps now, making sure to give the coffee table a wide enough berth not to bump his shin. “You look amazing, Pandora,” he says, stroking my bare thigh. “I’m not sure why this would make us panic, though.”
Well, if it was only sex, that’d be one thing.
Even though we haven’t really had a lot of sex since the explosion.
Blaze has been especially skittish, like he’s afraid his remaining eye will fall out if he moves wrong. River and Asch have kissed me and fucked me, but it’s never been… amazing.
It’s been soft.
Gentle.
I raise my bare foot up and rub along the inside of Blaze’s thigh. His breath hitches. “I thought we all deserved a romantic evening. A four person date. Happy Valentine’s day and all.”
Asch frowns, then says, “Wasn’t Valentine’s day last week?”
“Oh my god!” I slap Asch’s stomach. “Yes, it was last week, and we were all busy moping around. So we’ll do it now. It doesn’t matter when we do special romantic evenings, right?”
“We were not moping,” River says.
“You were moping,” I counter. “Anyway, that’s not the point. Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I got you all a gift! Well, multiple gifts.”
Blaze lets out a loud huff. “Okay. Now I’m panicking. Can’t the sexy getup be gift enough?”
“Of course it’s enough of a gift,” Asch says. “But we didn’t get her anything.”
I clap my hands together, making all three of them slap to attention. “Hey! Sexy lady talking here! I didn’t get you presents because I wanted something myself.”
“Very sexy,” Blaze agrees. He moves to the couch, farther away from me, and grabs a plate to serve himself from the tiny specialty sandwiches—all vegetarian, of course.
The entire meal is vegetarian, and boy had the restaurant staff gotten snippy at me when I’d told them to replace all meat with mushrooms or substitutes.
“You know, I thought you were going to say you’re not hungry for food, and you’d rather skip to dessert,” I say with a pout.
“But you put so much thought into it,” Asch murmurs, brushing his lips against mine. “Besides, I like seeing you in this.” He pulls back so he can look me over again. “Definitely a good look for you.”
River nudges Asch aside. “Well, if the two of you want food, you can have food. I want dessert first.”
I sigh and take River’s hand.
His missing pinky seems really cold now. Panic flashes through me, knowing that his finger, my charm, is lost forever.
No, it doesn’t matter. The important thing is that River is here, and he wants me.
I keep having to remind myself of that.
“No, go eat. Gaze upon me and think of all the ways you want to worship me.” I kiss his hand, then let go so he can grab food.
My stomach is churning.
Food and sex is the easy part.
Maybe I should do that first. I can save the presents for after.
“But I want to worship you now,” River protests, spreading some of the tiny straps that comprise the majority of the dress so he can kiss the skin beneath them.
Blaze sets his plate down. “Okay, I was kind of famished, but I’m good now.” He stalks over to me and places both hands on the arm of the armchair so he can loom over me. “You wanted to tempt us, right? Well, I’m tempted.”
He reaches for the strap of the dress.
I shake my head. “Don’t you dare break it, Blaze.”
Blaze turns his head to look at River and Asch, and it’s a strange, exaggerated movement—because he can’t see from the one side.
“That sounds like she wants me to break it, doesn’t it?” Blaze says.
“Kind of does,” River agrees, eating one of the bite-sized offerings the restaurant had prepared as an appetizer.
“I want to see it properly before you rip it off her,” Asch says, his eyes lingering on me. “What’s it look like from behind?”
I bite my lip suggestively. “I don’t know. Blaze won’t let me get up to show it off.”
Blaze growls and grabs my arm, pulling hard enough to force me out of the chair and into his arms.
Cool air immediately brushes against my mostly bare ass.
River is the first to get a look, and he lets out a low whistle. “I thought I liked the front, but I think I like this more.” He grabs my ass, squeezing it.
I groan and push into his touch. “Are you an ass man, River?” I tease. “Because I thought you should know… I’m ready for everything tonight.”
I definitely feel Blaze’s cock jump against my thigh.
“Yeah?” River asks, his voice low and husky. “I think we should stuff you full. Been a while since we really wrecked you.”
“Fuck. Yeah. I want to…” Blaze suddenly stops himself, and says, “Well, maybe River and Asch can take both your holes.”
I frown at the sudden change in direction. “Uh, what? No, you should be like Oh, Pandora, you thought you could get away with teasing us like this? Asch and I are going to wreck your tight little pussy.”
Blaze rolls his one eye. “I don’t sound like that.”
“You could, though,” Asch says. “It would be hot.” He circles around to my side, sticking to the side where Blaze’s good eye can see him more easily. He leans in to kiss me, and this time, there’s nothing light about it. It’s deep and hungry, his tongue sliding past my lips to explore my mouth.
I sigh happily, losing myself in Asch’s taste while River continues to play with my ass.
River spreads my cheeks wide, and rubs his finger along my lubed up hole.
Yep, I did prepare for everything.
When Asch breaks the kiss, he looks to Blaze and says, “You really want to sit this one out?”
Blaze clenches his jaw. “No. Fuck you, Alvarado, I’m not sitting out.
” He grabs my jaw to kiss me, and finally, this is the Blaze I know.
He’s forceful, bending me so far back that I stumble against River, and even when I try to catch my breath, Blaze is there, denying me, making sure the only thing I can see or smell or taste is him.
A hand pushes between us, then someone is pinching my nipple through the dress. Asch, I think, because River’s too busy working two fingers into my ass.
“Can’t believe you lubed up like this,” River murmurs, thrusting his fingers more deeply inside me.
I’d answer, but my lips are kind of occupied, and it’s really hard to think with all the competing sensations.
Blaze breaks the kiss with a last bite to my lip. “She lubed up because she’s a slut for us. Isn’t that right, Pandora?”
I grin. “Yeah. I’m a slut. But you’re damn lucky I am, Blabe.”
He huffs a small laugh. “Still not a funny nickname.”
It’s cute when he’s wrong.
I nip at his jaw, then turn my head to look at Asch. “How do you want me? I'm ready to be completely shredded.”
“Yeah? How wet’s your cunt right now?” Asch asks. His hand slides down my chest, over my stomach, then between my legs.
I’m not wearing any panties. It seemed kind of a moot point, given how little coverage the rest of the dress has. Also, the panty lines would have been atrocious.
Asch’s fingers slide easily inside of my pussy, even as River’s continue to work into my ass. He withdraws them with a breathless laugh. “Oh yeah. I like this surprise a lot.” He takes his slick fingers and slowly rubs my clit in little circles, leaning in to bite my shoulder.
Between Asch and River’s fingers, I have to cling to Blaze to stay upright. I moan and seek out Blaze’s lips, who obliges me, even though the angles are awkward with how closely crowded we are.
My chest—my heart—beats faster, steadily, throughout it all.
I gasp when Asch rubs even more insistently, sending a hot shiver of pleasure through me. I jolt forward, knocking my nose against Blaze’s.