Page 71 of Gambler's Fallacy

Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes again.

“Shh, you’re okay, Seven,” Havoc says, wiping away the tears. “Are you ready to take Caleb? Do you want to sit on his lap?”

I nod, and he helps me up with his strong, callused hands. They feel so good touching me while Caleb pulls my pants down the rest of the way with his free hand. I squirm to help him, though I feel so languid and drained that I can’t do much.

I remember the last time he’d fucked me like this, with me in his lap as I was too spent to move, but this time, it’s beyond being spent. I’m hard, but it feels like a distant concern.

All I want to do is make them happy.

Havoc has to hold me while Caleb pushes his trousers and briefs down. His erection is deep red and glistening with precum, and I can’t wait to be fully seated on him, to feel him stretch me wide with his heat.

“Vortex is gonna be mad he missed this,” Havoc says.

The reminder threatens to kill my mood, but Havoc tilts my head up to kiss me. “Fuck, you are so gorgeous, Seven.”

I kiss him back ardently, as greedily as I can manage as I push those thoughts away, and he groans and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. His hands go to my waist, and he grips my hips tight.

“Are you ready?” Havoc asks me.

“Y-yes,” I whisper. I’m beyond ready. I need to feel Caleb insideof me, and I need to have Havoc, too. My hands feel limp at my sides, but I kiss him again. “My mouth?” I rub my head against his chest.

“Yeah. I was going to wait, but I don’t think I can.” He kisses the top of my head. “You ready there, Caleb?”

“I was simply waiting for you,” Caleb answers. He wraps one arm around my waist and draws me toward himself. I feel the blunt head of his cock against my hole, and I’m so loose that he slides in easily.

A strangled sound escapes me, and I mewl as Havoc shifts away from me. I reach out to clutch at him, but all he’s doing is shedding his pants and boxer briefs to reveal his own hard cock.

“Fuck… Fuck my mouth?” I plead with him, my cheeks flushed and my face hot, but I want this. I want them both to use me, to remind me that they still want me no matter what sins I’ve committed.

And oh, there have been so many of those.

Havoc groans and nods fervently. “Yep. Just gotta…” He strokes himself a few times before he gets close enough to rub the tip against my lips. “There. Have fun, Seven,” he says.

My breathing catches, and I lean in more so I can run my tongue along the slit. It’s not what I want, though. I want him to take my mouth so hard that I gag, that I choke, that my tears well up for a different reason entirely as he takes me however he wants.

I clench my ass around Caleb, still feeling dizzy and distant but wanting to make this good for him, too.

Caleb moans, then pushes me forward, so that I take more of Havoc’s cock. Caleb’s hand lingers on my back, pressing down against the welts he’d left, those sixteen strokes that weren’t anywhere near thirty yet somehow still felt good and right and perfect.

It’s my turn to moan, though the sound is cut off as Havoc’s cock reaches the back of my throat and keeps going until I’m struggling to swallow around him instead of gagging. I don’t think he’d mind the latter; I think he’d take it as a challenge. But I don’t want to look even uglier than I do right now.

“Squeeze tighter for me, pet,” Caleb murmurs, licking the shell of my ear. “Can you do that?”

I’m not sure, but I try. It’s a weak attempt, and I do it again, clenching my ass as hard as I can around him as he fucks up into me. I want him to go harder, faster, but I can’t beg for it with my mouth stuffed full.

Caleb rolls his hips, jostling all of us, and Havoc grunts when I swallow around his cock. Havoc’s hand in my hair pulls, and I love that small hint of pain, the roughness that I associate with Havoc.

“You’re gonna make Havoc come first,” Caleb says, thrusting up again. “But don’t swallow. You’re going to keep his load in your mouth, and then Havoc’s going to kiss you.”

A full body shudder runs through me at the idea of trading Havoc’s cum back to him. No one’s ever asked for that before, and I’m not sure what’s hotter: the thought of doing it or the fact that Caleb’s ordering it.

Havoc laughs. “Fuck, that sounds gross. But sure. Think you can manage not to swallow, Seven?”

I moan in assent, letting Havoc feel the vibrations around his cock from my throat.

Havoc grips my hair tightly, then begins thrusting much faster than before. It’s all I can do to keep my mouth loose and open for him. My teeth scrape against the head of his cock, but he doesn’t stop to hit me or to yell; if anything, it only makes Havoc moan harder.

It’s an erratic rhythm, disrupted by Caleb’s thrusts, but I give myself over to it. I don’t have to worry about anything except my body making the two of them feel good. The pressure against the welts on my back, the tugs on my hair, only heighten my arousal.

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