I shake my head. “Nope, we’re not doing gentle.” I let River help me shimmy out of my jeans. “Asch, look at all this lovely blank canvasyou’ve got before you.” I stroke my chest. “Think of how good I’d look all cut up and bloody.”
I’m not fragile.
Don’t treat me like I’m fragile.
“You do look good that way,” he agrees, and he reaches out to smooth his fingers across my chest. I didn’t scar from the last time he took a blade to my chest. Maybe I want to scar this time.
He keeps going up, though, his fingers traveling over my chin, my jaw, my lips—and finally landing on my tender nose.
“Didn’t I tell you once that you’re not the one in charge?” Blaze asks. “Well, it’s still true here, Pandora.”
I shake off Asch’s hand and scowl at Blaze. “What? I’m absolutely in charge. I’m simply allowing you to think otherwise to preserve your fragile, masculine pride.”
That’s got to piss him off enough to finally do something, right?
Asch snorts. “Yeah, that’s not going to work,” he tells me. “If any of us had fragile egos, we wouldn’t be able to handle you.”
River chuckles, the first sign that he’s breaking out of that dark space. “He’s not wrong,” he comments.
“The amount of times you insulted my cock size alone…” Blaze pointedly strokes his cock, which is, in my very qualified opinion, average-sized at best. Thicker than average, I mean. And notsmall.
It’s a nice cock.
It’s a great cock, honestly. He knows how to use it, and it’s got a cute little curve that makes it unique. I look over to River, who has finally shed the rest of his clothes too. River’s cock is nestled amid thick, curly hair, and there’s a smattering of hair leading down to it on his belly. He’s the hairiest of the three of them.
I know that if I reach for Asch’s, I’ll feel the slender length of it, the way it has a delightful curve of its own that can rub against the right place.
I wonder if it would hit Blaze’s prostate if he fucked him.
“I’ve never insulted your cock size,” I state. “I would have to have noticed your cock to complain about it.”
Blaze laughs.
I pout, because I wanted to make him angry, not amuse him. He leans forward to kiss me from above, the angle awkward.
“Nice try, but I’m not falling for it,” Blaze says. He wraps a hand around my wrist. “We’re going to go slow and gentle with you, Pandora.”
“And you might protest, but you’ll love every second of it,” Asch says, taking hold of my other wrist.
River slides between my legs, parting them as he kisses my inner thigh. “Hmm, like this?” he asks, glancing at Blaze. “I think I can make her want it.”
I shake my head and raise my foot so I can kick him, but River gets his hands on my thighs and forces them to stay in place.
“Guys, this isn’t funny,” I say. “You don’t want me like this.”
“Of course we do,” Asch says, lifting my hand so he can kiss my palm. “We want you any way we can get you. Hard, gentle, fast, slow—just as long as we’re bringing you pleasure.”
Blaze tilts my head in his direction. His eyes are more serious than before. “Just relax, Pandora. You don’t need to fight all the time.”
But I do.
Failing to fight is what got me into this. It’s why Bobbi almost killed me and Samantha both. If I don’t fight, the world will tear me down.
It’ll dissolve into rivers of blood, only I’ll be the only one bleeding.
“You don’t,” River repeats, then his fingers are between my legs, slowly sliding into me. “You can have us like this.”
I moan as he seeks out the most sensitive spot inside me. He’s dexterous enough to use his thumb on my clit, so I’m getting dual shocks of pleasure.
