Page 12 of Gambler's Fallacy

Vortex suddenly wraps his hand around my cock, and I let out a startled scream as pleasure overwhelms me. I try to hold on, but Vortex is relentless while Caleb pounds my prostate.

I’m coming in seconds, sobbing raggedly against Havoc’s softening cock. It rubs against my cheek, leaving a wet spot there, but I don’t mind.

Vortex murmurs, “That’s right. Good. Good boy.”

His words make me shiver, or maybe that’s the aftermath of the climax. I feel so sensitive as Caleb keeps fucking me hard — too sensitive, and I beg, “Please, I can’t…”

“You can take a little more,” Vortex says, and despite how gentle his tone is, I can tell he’s not going to stop until he’s wrung me dry.

“Amazing. Tighten up for me, pet. Show me how much you want me,” Caleb says.

I sob again, squeezing my ass despite how sensitive I am, and the next thrust sends frissons of pain and pleasure through me—but Caleb moans, too, and I feel him coming inside me in hot spurts.

If I could come again, I would, but I only feel discomfort until Vortex finally releases my cock. He has to be hard, too, but he doesn’t push for me to satisfy him. I try to turn around so I can anyway, abandoning Havoc’s cock, but Vortex shakes his head.

“No. This was for you,” he says. “You got what you needed from me.” He glances at Havoc and Caleb. “From all of us, I think.”

And I think he’s right. I think I did get exactly what I needed.

Caleb pulls out and bends down to kiss one of the scars on my back. “Good pet,” he says, his voice much gentler now. “Good job, letting us know that you were scared.”

I don’t feel like it was a good thing — or rather, I hadn’t. Now, though, in the aftermath of a climax, where my throat feels rough and my ass feels used, I think it is.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“We should be thanking you,” Havoc says, stroking my hair.

We all squeeze into the bed, which is a tight fit for four adult men. I’m mostly on top of Vortex, half asleep, when a loud meow interrupts the quiet.

After a few seconds, another meow follows, along with scratching at the door.

Caleb laughs. “I think Nacho wants in.”

“Ungh.” I should be the one to get up and let him in, but my limbs feel like limp noodles.

“One of you can get the door,” Vortex rumbles. “I’m not moving.”

Havoc sighs and rolls off the bed. “Yeah. I should get going anyway.” He kisses my forehead and fastens his jeans. “You might want to clean Seven before Nacho attempts to do the job for him.”

I make a face, but thankfully Nacho is content with settling down on top of Caleb and licking my nose.

I pet him, but I glance at Havoc, and my voice is quiet as I tell him, “Please be safe. Okay?”

In the aftermath of my fit, I’m exhausted but more rational. Still, it doesn’t escape me that he could still end up hurt — and all because of me.

“You too,” Havoc answers, waving goodbye.

I have to believe he’s going to be okay.

And here, in the wake of this series of moments orchestrated to make me feel good, I feel warm.

MaybeIeven feel safe.

THREE

CALEB

I check my phone,but Seven hasn’t texted. I would assume that means he’s fine, but Seven wouldn’t text even if he had an issue, as evidenced by all the previous instances of him quietly breaking down and forgetting to reach out to us.

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