“I’m always on guard,” Pandora says with a grin. She reaches down to cup my cock through my jeans. “But what I want right now is to beon your dick.”
I groan at her dumb joke, but it makes me laugh, too.
How does she manage to always be so upbeat?
Until she isn’t.
My eyes land on her chest. There’s a heart in there. I’ve felt it. I’ve had my palm and my ear against it, desperate to reassure myself that she’s still here with me.
And, later, to check that she really was hallucinating.
How does she not know the strength of her heartbeat, how loud it thuds in her chest? Her heart pounds stronger than any other I’ve ever felt.
I place my hands on her hips and lift up the hem of her shirt.
Pandora smiles at me. “Done being serious?”
“I’m always serious,” I complain with a smile. “You just never treat me seriously.”
She grinds against me, and I move my hands to her ass to squeeze it. She groans and spreads wider, but the pants are in the way.
“Strip,” I order. “I want to see all of you, Pandora.”
“You too.” Pandora climbs off of me.
I hurry to strip off my shirt and pants and toss it all to the foot of the bed.
Pandora winks at me while she does a much more deliberate strip tease, slowly lifting the shirt over her head while she shakes her ass and jiggles her chest. The bra she’s wearing this time is hot pink, with a bow in the center.
“Do you wear those all the time, or do you put them on when you think you’re about to get laid?” I ask as Pandora unbuttons her jeans.
“Only when I think I’m about to get laid,” Pandora answers. She winks and adds, “Which means I’m wearing them all the time.”
I smile back at her, lowering my hand to my cock to slowly stroke myself while she teases me with her movements.
She unclasps her bra and tosses it at me. It lands on my chest, dropping down onto my hand, which is stroking my cock.
“You’re such a slut,” I say affectionately.
“So are you,” Pandora points out. She leans against her desk, wearing nothing but her matching, hot-pink panties. “You used to fuck around all the time, right? With Monicas and Laras and Angelicas…”
How does she know any of those names? She’d met Monica, but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned any of my other conquests to her. They’re so unimportant, boring, and insignificant. The only one who matters is Pandora.
My hand slows, and I frown. “Uh. Yeah? But not anymore. Not since I fucked you in the tunnel.” I remember how she’d looked, struggling to take my cock.
Pretending to struggle, more like, but I like the image regardless.
“Right.” Pandora keeps staring at me. “You wouldn’t anymore. Because you’ve got me and Asch and River.”
Wait.
How did the conversation take this turn? Is this because I called her a slut? I let go of my cock and sit up straighter.
“Because I’ve gotyou, Pandora,” I say. “I love seeing you stretched out on Asch or River’s dicks, but the important part of the equation is you.”
“I mean, Asch is pretty important,” Pandora says. She runs her finger along the band of her panties. “You wouldn’t even have looked at me without Asch.”
This is even stranger.
