If somebody sees us, I really don’t give a fuck.
Or maybe I do give some fucks—as in, I want all three of us to come, right here on this dance floor, surrounded by all these people.
There’s barely any room at all for me to move, let alone give him a good handjob, but Asch’s lips part anyway and his eyes slide shut. His hand goes back to my breast, kneading and tweaking my nipple, and all the while, River’s fingers never stop stroking my clit.
I’m panting, my hips moving with the pleasure of it, but it isn’t until he bites down on my shoulder that I tumble over the edge with a moan that’s swallowed up by the dance music.
River doesn’t stop touching me, not even as my body jerks and I press my back against his chest. He pulls his hand back slowly, and I turn my head in time to see him licking his fingers.
I wish I could feel that tongue on my cunt instead and see how much he’s learned in the past year.
Asch grinds into my touch, and I go back to stroking him within the confines of his pants even as River’s cock rubs against my ass.
It’s so much.
I need to see them come.
I want to know that I can undo them, that they’re mine, mine, mine.
That they won’t leave me.
I tighten my grip as best I can, and I draw Asch into a proper kiss. He opens his mouth for me. It’s sloppy and messy, his breathing uneven, but I keep going.
I’m going to consume him.
It doesn’t take more than another few strokes for Asch to shudder against me and warmth to spill over my hand. I waituntil his cock begins to soften before I pull my hand out of his pants. Asch meets my gaze.
While he’s looking, I raise my hand and lick it clean.
His eyes flick down to my mouth, and he watches me closely.
All the while, River rubs against me from behind. I wish he could fuck me right here and now on the dance floor, to take me while my orgasm is still sending little jolts of pleasure through me.
Instead, he grinds against me, and he grunts in my ear. I rub my ass against him more pointedly. River wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me even closer.
“You fucking loved that,” River growls directly against my ear. It’s hard to hear him over the reverberations of the music, but I hang on his every word. “Getting off where anyone could see you.”
“Yes,” I answer, not slowing my movements. “More. Do it. Come right here, River.”
He groans, like me giving him permission is enough to send him over the edge.
The idea that he’s coming in his pants because he’s that desperate is enough to make my cunt throb all over again.
Asch kisses me, his tongue delving into my mouth, as he and River keep me between them.
We keep dancing, one song blending into another, until we’re all so exhausted we can barely move.
Asch is the first to step back. He takes my hand, the one still tacky with his cum, and tugs. I take River’s hand into my other one, and we wind our way back through the dance floor and out of the club.
The air is surprisingly fresh out here. I lay my head against River’s shoulder.
“Thanks for coming,” I say.
It’s strange to be able to hear my own voice.
River runs his fingers through my hair. “That guy’s lucky we got here when we did,” he says, his tone dark. “You’re always playing with fire, Pandora. When are you going to learn that you’re going to get burned?”
“I usually do the burning,” I mumble.
