He’s not Pandora; this is harder, deeper, satisfying on a different level entirely.
I wish she was here to see this.
I can imagine her sitting on the couch, her legs spread as she fingers herself while she encourages us to kiss.
Or would she? Is she steady enough to handle it right now, or does she need us both focused entirely on her?
But I need this reassurance that Blaze doesn’t hate me.
Blaze pulls away, fury still written across his features. “No reaction? Are you pretending to be the one drugged this time?”
“Fuckyou,” I snarl at him. I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in, wrapping my leg around his and dragging him close to my body as I kiss him harder.
Blaze grins against my lips. I don’t need to see his face to know exactly what that smile looks like, smug and self-satisfied.
I shove against his chest, sending him back a few steps.
I shouldn’t have drugged him.
I should’ve admitted the truth.
But would he have rejected me back then? It feels like an eternity ago, even though it’s only been a few years. Things have changed.
I know what it’s like to have his mouth on my cock, and I wonder what it would feel like to have his cock deep inside of me. Would it be every bit as good as Pandora thinks it is?
He grabs me by the hair and pulls me back with him until we’re stumbling against the couch. I sit down hard, and he follows me onto it.
The only thing missing is Pandora.
But part of me feels good, too, that even though she’s tried to divide us more than once, she hasn’t been able to.
“Fuck,” Blaze groans. “Thisis the gayest thing we’ve done.” He undoes my belt buckle while I keep kissing him.
We’re both hard.
Yeah, hard to deny that this is gay.
Well, bi. I’m not turning my back on women entirely.
At least, I’m not turning my back on Pandora.
That was my secret to tell—or not tell.
I shift so he can get to my button and zipper, and the sensation of his hand closing around my cock causes a muffled moan to spill from my lips.
Fuck.
I’ve fantasized about this, thought about what it might be like to be on the receiving end of Blaze’s attention instead of on the periphery, and it’s every bit as good as I’d thought it could be.
Except for the frissons of guilt that nag at me.
“We have to…” Blaze groans. “We have to tell Pandora.” He rubs the slit of my cock with his thumb. “This isn’t a secret.”
I shake my head. “No,” I agree with him.
If she’s so off-balance that she’s trying to push Blaze into getting pissed at me again, it’s a bad idea to do this. It’s an even worse idea to keep it from her.
Blaze lets go of my cock in order to undo his own fly. My mouth waters as he reveals his cock. I’ve seen it so many times before that it’s almost as familiar as my own, but it still feels novel this time.
