Page 129 of Gambler's Conceit

Between that and Havoc’s ministrations, I get closer and closer as Vortex’s hand starts to jack me off.

“Come for us, Seven,” he murmurs. I can hear the strain in his voice, the way he’s barely clinging to any semblance of control, and he slows his thrusting so he can focus on me.

“Wanna feel you milk my cock,” Havoc says. He reaches around to pinch my nipples.

“Let go,” Caleb demands.

I want to laugh and tell him it’s not that easy, but when Havoc twists one of my nipples and Vortex squeezes my cock more tightly, I nearly choke on Caleb’s cock as the pleasure crashes into me. I wail around it, and he holds me in place as I come for what seems like an eternity all over Vortex’s hand.

Havoc suddenly cries out, and even in the throes of my orgasm I feel his heat spill into me. He shoves me down harder onto his and Vortex’s cocks, and Vortex bucks up.

The feeling of the two of them fucking me and filling me in tandem only prolongs my orgasm. I choke on Caleb’s cockthen as it becomes impossible to regulate what I’m doing. He holds me in place anyway, groaning with pleasure, and I don’t begrudge him at all.

How could I, when all of this feels so fucking good?

I whine when Caleb pulls out, but he drags his cock along my face, then gives himself two strokes before he comes all over me. I open my mouth to catch some of the cum, shivering in delight.

I feel full and debauched and satisfied all at once, and I slump down so that Vortex has to catch me again. Havoc pulls out, but he rests his forehead against my back, and with the three of them so close, I realize I really do feel safe.

The three of them won’t let anything happen to me.

Somehow, all four of us manage to squeeze into the bed. It probably helps that I’m half on top of Vortex.

Caleb runs his finger along my wrecked hole, playing with the cum that seeps out.

It stings a little, but it’s a reminder of how good it had felt, too, and I want more of it. I moan in appreciation, and Vortex’s arms come tightly around me. I don’t even care that my face is covered in cum as I press it against Vortex’s chest. He doesn’t seem to mind either, instead drawing patterns along my back.

No, not patterns.

He’s touching the marks there.

I tense up immediately, but Vortex murmurs, “Shh. Do you remember what we said, about you being strong? I’m just in awe of you, Seven.”

My cheeks heat up, and I squirm, not knowing what to say to that.

“I knew guys bigger and more muscled than you who gave up after one injury,” Havoc says. He kisses my shoulder, so much gentler than when he’d been fucking me. “You’re fucking amazing.”

Caleb trails his hand up my ass and rubs the small of my back. “I can say with certainty that I have never met anyone as resilient as you.” He smiles at me. “Or anyone I have wanted at my side so consistently.”

I blush harder. “I don’t…”

“You don’t have to say anything at all,” Vortex says quietly, reaching down to squeeze my hand. “You just have to know that we care about you, and we’ll keep you safe. We will protect you no matter what, Seven.”

“That’s a promise,” Havoc says fiercely. There’s something off about his voice, but I don’t have time to analyze it before he pulls me into a rough kiss.

Cum smears all over his face, but he doesn’t seem to mind either, so I kiss him back. “Just as long as you promise to be the ones who hurt me, too,” I whisper.

Caleb tugs on my hair to force me to look at him, then leans in for a kiss of his own. “You can count on it,” he whispers against my lips. “Your pain, your tears? Those are mine now. Nobody else will ever be allowed to touch you ever again.”

I nod, then sag down onto the bed. “I won’t…” I bite my bottom lip. “I’ll try not to do anything stupid.”

“Good,” Vortex says quietly.

But even without me doing anything stupid, I’m still at risk. I know we still have to talk about how they’ll manage to keep someone from stealing me away, but now…

Now isn’t the time.

Right now, I don’t want to do anything but sleep.

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