River takes Asch’s seat in the office chair. “Sounds like a winning show to me,” he remarks. “But then we’d have more people to disembowel.”
I want to answer, but Blaze gets his lips on me again, and I forget all my words as he breathes into me, filling me up with a warmth, ablaze.
I’m so corny. I roll with it though, kissing him back and hoping he can consume me and burn away the parts that are falling off anyway.
Asch tugs at the bottom hem of my shirt, pulling it up so he can get it over my head. “Off,” he murmurs.
I lift my arms so he can pull the shirt off.
“A boring bra,” Blaze complains when he sees the simple white sports bra I’m wearing.
I stick my tongue out at him. “We were doing a whole sneaking mission! I wanted my breasts firmly secure and not bouncing around all over the place.”
“You didn’t have to put it back on after you showered,” River points out.
Asch helps me out of the bra, too, but his hands trail down my back once my upper half is bared. He starts to kiss down my spine. “Pandora, Pandora,” he murmurs. “You worried us so much.”
I lean back into Asch’s touch. “How was I supposed to know what we’d be doing after my shower? Maybe I was going to get carted back to my dorm room?—”
Blaze’s hands tighten on my thighs. “Absolutely not. I’m not letting you out of my sight anymore. You’re a fucking menace.”
I giggle. “I am. If you let me out of your sight, I might start lighting fires.”
Asch’s hands slide around to my front, slowly running them down from my upper chest down to my breasts. “We’ll just have to keep you distracted.”
“How do you want me?” I ask, nuzzling against Blaze’s neck. “How many of my holes do you three want to stuff?”
“Yes,” River deadpans.
Asch snorts, kissing the top of my spine. “More like, how full do we want to stuff them,” he corrects me.
Blaze grips the underside of my thighs, then starts shimmying us up the bed. It’s beyond awkward, but I end up giggling while he moves backwards with my legs wrapped around his waist.
“Is this giving you trouble? Maybe you need to lift more, like Asch and River,” I joke to him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Blaze mutters. He lies back and pulls on top of him, drawing me into another kiss.
I can already feel his cock tenting his pajama pants.
Asch has followed, and he gets right behind me. “Don’t move her too far,” he complains.
“It’s not like you aren’t still right there,” River points out. “Whining isn’t attractive.”
“Yep. Don’t cry me a river, Asch,” I say as I lift my ass up higher.
“Funny,” River says. He gets up to join us, standing right beside the bed. His fingers run through my hair, and he urges me to lean in so I can kiss him. “You’re just hilarious.”
Asch kisses and licks his way down my spine, his hands going back to my breasts to tease my nipples as he does. “Make sure you keep it down,” he says. “Wouldn’t want to scare your roommate.”
“Keep what down?” I ask, genuinely confused. “Your cum?”
Blaze starts chortling, because unlike the others, he understands a good joke.
“Yes,” Asch says. “That’s exactly what I meant.” Then he squeezes my nipple and twists slightly, enough to give me an edge of pain that feels like bliss.
River shakes his head. “Your voice, Pandora. Keep it down so Samantha doesn’t hear.”
I’m about to joke that she already knows I’m a slut, but I remember how she’d looked on the bed in that hotel.
