Page 127 of Gambler's Conceit

“Yeah?” I say, suddenly unsure of whether I should’ve said anything.

Havoc glances between me and Caleb. “As in, his entire hand?”

“That’s generally what fisting means, yes,” Caleb says with open amusement. “Why? Do you wish you’d seen it?”

“Yes,” Vortex says without hesitation. “Fuck, boss…”

“It was hot,” I tell him. “But probably not as hot as it would be to take two cocks in my hole.”

Vortex groans, getting onto the bed next to me so he can pull me into his arms. “Fuck. You’d really want that?”

The same feeling of fear and anticipation I’d felt the night Caleb had fisted me fills me again, and I nod quickly. “Yeah,” I choke out.

It sounds like just the thing I need to get my mind off of everything else.

Caleb’s smile softens. “All right. Clothes off. We’re going to need lots of lube.” After a beat, he adds, “And I think we’re all clear to dispense with the condoms.”

I startle at that, but the thought of taking them bare—of feeling them spill into me, filling me with their heat when they can’t hold back any longer—makes me groan. “Oh, fuck. Yes, please,” I whimper.

“Finally,” Havoc mutters, grabbing my hair roughly and forcing a kiss on me.

I return it eagerly, grinding my body against his.

He and Vortex trade me back and forth in a display of sharing that I wasn’t sure they were capable of. I guess all it took was the idea of getting their bare dicks in me at the same time, and that thought makes me smile against Havoc’s mouth.

Vortex pulls back, and I let out a whine until I realize he’s starting to strip down. He tosses his clothes carelessly off the bed, then comes back to me, and he steals me away from Havoc again. I climb on top of him, kissing him eagerly. I swear I can already feel his cock in my ass, and my cock leaks precum all over Vortex’s stomach as I rub against him.

Havoc takes that time to pull his jeans off. I look past Vortex and see Caleb standing there with his hand on his cock, stroking lazily.

I reach tentatively out to him, wanting him right there next to me. I don’t know what I expect him to do, but I do know that I need him closer.

Vortex grabs me by the back of the neck, his grasp firm but gentle, and he asks hoarsely, “What do you want, Seven?”

I swallow hard, trying to figure out the answer to the question that should be so obvious but feels impossible to answer. “All of you,” I admit. “I need… I need it.”

I need to get lost in them.

I need toforgeteverything else.

“All at once?” Havoc repeats dubiously. “I don’t even know how we’d all contort like that.”

I laugh. “I mean… maybe not all in the same hole… This time.”

Caleb picks up the lube from the nightstand and places it on the bed. “We’ll have to do some research about the best positions for triple penetration. In the meantime, you two can have Seven’s ass, I’ll take his mouth.” He glances at Vortex. “As long as you don’t mind my cock near your face, too.”

“I don’t care as long as I get Seven,” Vortex says, running his hands down my body, to my ass.

I moan, the idea of getting to taste Caleb while Vortex and Havoc fuck me as pleasurable as their touches.

“Okay, somebody needs to stretch him real wide,” Havoc says as he pulls me into his lap. He grabs my thighs from behind and spreads them wide. I lean against his chest, his cock against my ass cheek and my hole on display for Caleb and Vortex.

“Just stretch me with your cock,” I tell Havoc, reaching beneath myself to try to guide his cock to my hole.

“Hold on,” Vortex says with a chuckle. “At least let us lube you up first.” He glances at Havoc. “Can you keep him held up while I finger him open?”

“You could just lube up Havoc’s cock,” I tease, feeling light and free for the first time all day.

Vortex gives me a look. “That’s not nearly as hot as stretching you out,” he says, but I know he really just doesn’t want to touch Havoc.

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