Page 46 of Gambler's Fallacy

Vortex eases up, though, not pressing against me as firmly, and I whimper against Havoc’s mouth in protest even as Vortex starts to rock against me.

I clench my thighs as best I can to create more friction for Vortex, but it’s hard to coordinate anything. The lube gets everywhere, and I make a soft sound when his cock brushes against my hole.

“More,” I beg.

Havoc shakes his head and gently cards his fingers through my hair. “This is so fucking hot, Seven. Your cock against mine, and Vortex rubbing against both of us…”

I’m surprised he doesn’t mind the latter, but I don’t comment on it. I’d rather have Vortex in my ass, but both of them seem to begetting off on this — and it does feel good. It’s just not as intense as it could be, as intense as I want it to be.

Still, the pleasure builds and builds, and I squirm as I get painfully close to the edge. I don’t want to be the first one to come, but being pressed between them like this feels so good I can barely hold back. It’s all I can do not to come, but the sounds I make are needy and desperate.

“Come for us, Seven,” Vortex coaxes me, sounding every bit as breathless and affected as I feel. “Don’t hold back. I’m… I’m not far behind you.”

Havoc reaches between us and wraps his hand around our cocks. I let out a soft gasp at the sudden sensation, but I push into his hand too, into the extra friction.

Back then, nobody touched my cock.

Why would they? I was a toy, an object, but now…

I feel important.

I feelcherished.

It’s not a familiar feeling, but it’s one I could get used to, even if my heart beats frantically at the thought of feeling it only for it to be taken away.

The thought almost makes the pleasure recede, but Havoc keeps rubbing our cocks together, and I groan as he squeezes. My breath catches, and I kiss him hard as I spill all over his hand and our cocks with a loud whine.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Havoc whispers, and he starts jerking our cocks harder. I whine at the sensation against my oversensitive dick, but it isn’t long before his eyes are screwing shut and his body tenses. He groans loudly as he orgasms.

It’s hot in so many ways, physically and emotionally, and I shudder.

I slump onto Havoc, but Vortex grabs my legs and pushes them together as he speeds up. He groans as he joins us in our bliss, and it’s only when he’s thoroughly spent that he leans down to kiss my shoulder again.

“That made this night so much better,” Vortex murmurs against my skin before he rolls off of me, settling next to us on my bed. There isn’t much space for him, not with how Havoc is sprawled out, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah?” I ask, peering at him as Havoc’s arms come up around me.

Vortex nods. “Yeah.” He smiles crookedly at me. “But now I’m exhausted.”

Havoc kisses me, then cranes his neck. “You enjoy the show,Boss?”

There’s no response. I frown and twist around, afraid that Caleb is disappointed, or that he left?—

He’s asleep in the armchair.

I scowl at him. “We weren’tthatboring,” I gripe. But at least he stayed.

That means something, right?

“Well, I’m ready to crash, too,” Vortex says. “If the bed hog would move the fuck over, we can get some rest.”

“I’m not hogging anything,” Havoc mutters, but he does scoot over enough that the three of us can semi comfortably lie next to each other with both of them on their sides. It’s a tight squeeze though, and four would be impossible.

After a few seconds, Havoc asks, “So who’s getting the lights?”

“Not me,” I mumble. I’m on my side, facing Havoc, and Vortex lets out a groan.

“All right, fine,” he grumbles, but he gets up and turns the light off. When he returns to bed, he wraps an arm around my waist, staying close to me. “Good night, Seven.”

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