He shifts so I can more easily get his cock out. He’s only half-hard, but that’s easy enough to fix. Despite the awkward position, I start to stroke him, and he groans against my mouth.
I wonder how long it’s been since he’s gotten laid, if he’s managed to score with anyone between the party and now.
I feel weirdly put out by that thought. Why do I care if he’s slept with other women?
Asch runs his hand down from my hair to my back, then farther down until it rests on the small of my back.
“How strong are you?” I ask him, squeezing his bicep. I think that’s the arm I cut him on, but I’ve already forgotten. “Can you make sure we don’t fall out of this chair while I give you the best handjob of your life?”
“Strong enough, but I doubt it’d be the best handjob of my life in this chair. We could just move to the bed,” he counters.
I wonder how close he and Blaze are, for him to be willing to have sex in it.
I grin at him. “You want to fuck in Blaze’s bed? Kind of kinky—but also kind of boring. You’ve fucked lots of girls in beds, I bet.”
“Yep,” he confirms. “It may not be as adventurous, but it’s more comfortable.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you should ride me right here instead of just using your hand.”
He’s done a complete 180 from not wanting to fuck, and I wonder what’s changed.
“Hmm, I might need something more substantial in exchange for a full fuck.” I go back to stroking his cock.
It’s longer than Blaze’s, but more slender than both his and River’s cock. Asch might be lacking in girth, but getting in deeper will be a bonus. I rub insistently at the head, and Asch’s breath hitches.
“I mean, if I fuck you, you’d definitely get something more substantial,” he deadpans.
I burst out laughing and kiss him briefly for the joke. “That was good. Nice to see you do have a sense of humor. You never laugh at my jokes.”
“That’s because they aren’t funny,” he says, his voice breathless as I continue to work his cock in my hand.
Best handjob ever, I promised him. I don’t actually know how helikes it, though, so I pay close attention to his reactions. When I stroke lightly, his eyes flutter, but when I increase the pressure beyond what most guys would want, his mouth parts in a moan.
Score.
“What do you imagine when you jerk off by yourself?” I ask him, lightly running my nail along the thick vein.
“Hmm,” he murmurs, sounding distracted enough to make me wonder if he’s going to tell me what he actually thinks about instead of making something up. “I do love a good spitroast. What do you imagine when you’re touching yourself, Pandora?”
“Ooh, spitroasts are fun,” I agree, getting in close so I can lick his jaw. “You and Blaze do that a lot? Get a girl between you and wreck her cunt and mouth?”
“Or her ass,” he says. “Is that something you’d like?”
“Never done a threesome,” I admit. “It looks hot in porn though. Also, you want to get your hands on my tits or something?”
“Watch a lot of porn, do you?” He grins at me, and his hands slide down to the hem of my shirt before pushing it up to bare my bra. He pinches my nipples harder than I would’ve expected from him. “Like this?”
I moan and nod. “Yep, like that. And I watch enough porn to know real guys can’t stay hard for that long.” I squeeze his cock harder and drag my fist slowly up his length.
His breath hitches. “Maybe not, but that doesn’t matter. That’s what hands and mouths are for, right?” he asks, his hips arching up into my touch.
The desk chair rolls a few inches, and I laugh. “Hey, pay attention! We’ll roll out into the hallway if you don’t plant your feet.”
He puts his feet flat against the floor, holding me up mostly by his hand on my back. “The door is closed,” he points out.
“Which is a shame,” I say, pressing my thumb harder against the slit of his cock. “Do you want me to moan loudly? So Declan and the other losers know you’re getting laid?”
He tilts his head back, groaning as I put that pressure on hiscock. “Wouldn’t hurt,” he says. “But then you’ll have every Kappa Alpha brother on your doorstep begging for a turn.” He looks back at me, his eyes narrowing. “But you don’t want that to happen, do you?”
I run my tongue across his lower lip. “Why not? How else am I going to find out which of them has a stash of Rohypnol in their drawer?”
