She looks ridiculous, but she’s smiling, too, and it hits me right in the chest. I may not laugh at her stupid jokes, and she may push me hard when I don’t want to be pushed, but there’s still something magnetic about Pandora Pavone.
I lean in so I can kiss her, parting her thighs to get my hand between them more easily and find her clit with my fingers.
Pandora wraps one arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to deepen the kiss. Her mouth parts for me, giving me more of her heady, intoxicating taste. I never thought I’d recognize somebody’s taste like this.
How many other women have I kissed this often, though?
Pandora reaches down with her other hand and rubs it over my still clothed, half-hard cock.
“Are you going to make me wait the whole wash cycle?” she teases.
“It would serve you right,” I tell her, grinding against her hand. “So maybe.”
There’s no way I’d last that long, not when I’m already aching to be inside of her. She’s already getting wet, and I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman as responsive as she is to being kissed and touched like this.
Or to being cut up and hurt.
“I could come from your hand alone,” Pandora says, wrapping her hand around my wrist. “So you’re the one who’s going to suffer if you go slow.”
“Who says I’d let you?” I retort. I kiss her again to shut her up, then use my other hand to awkwardly fumble with the button of my pants so I can pull them and my boxer briefs down.
I pull her forward so that her ass is hanging partially off of the edge of the washer, which is going strong beneath us. She hooks her leg—the one with her tights and panties hanging off it—around my waist for stability.
“If I fall, I’m cutting you,” Pandora threatens in between breaths.
“You’re not going to fall,” I tell her with more confidence than I feel.
I hear footsteps from behind me, but I ignore them and line myself up against Pandora.
“Oh, is this what it takes to get you to do laundry?” Blaze asks with amusement.
“Yep. Guess I’ll have to bend you over the washer next time you bitch about me needing to do it,” I tell him even as I start to ease myself into Pandora’s wet cunt.
Pandora giggles, but it’s interrupted by a gasp as I fill her. “Oh. That’s good. Everything reallyisvibrating.”
It’s subtle, but she’s right. There’s an extra vibration, going through her flesh and reaching my cock. I feel itmore when I stand still, except I don’t want to stand still. I thrust forward and groan when Pandora tightens her cunt around me.
Blaze approaches and leans against the unmoving dryer. “You’re not bending me over. But I’ll gladly pound you, Alvarado.”
The idea of it makes my cock pulse inside of Pandora. I think about him fucking me while I fuck Pandora in turn, and I kiss Pandora again in earnest.
I don’t usually let my mind wander in that direction.
The only time I’d ever touched Blaze one-on-one, he’d been unconscious — which is something he can’teverfind out about.
I hadn’t dared get too deep in my fantasies.
Blaze reaches out to brush some of Pandora’s hair out of her eyes. “You said you were going to bring Asch to my room.”
“Change… change of plans,” Pandora says, gasping. “More, Asch.”
I oblige her, starting to pick up my pace. The position is about as awkward as I might’ve expected, but it’s no worse than fucking her against the wall. Plus, she wasn’t wrong that the vibration adds something to the experience.
“Yeah, Asch. More,” Blaze mimics. He undoes his belt and unzips his jeans. I’m torn between watching him and watching Pandora.
Pandora’s nails dig into my shoulder. “Are you going to fuck him into me?” she asks. “That’d be hot.”
For all that itdoessound hot, I’m not quite sure I’m ready for that yet.
