Page 36 of Gambler's Conceit

But I can lose myself in this. I’d been willing to fuck Havoc earlier, and Vortex isn’t bad either. Caleb… Well, I have so many mixed feelings about him that I don’t even know where to start making sense of them all.

I lean forward, taking Vortex’s thick cock into my mouth while they bicker over condoms. I’m just starting to get into it when I feel the press of another dick at my hole—Havoc’s, probably—and I groan around Vortex.

Vortex lets out a rumble of pleasure, encouraging me with a hand in my hair. “Good boy. Take it for me.”

My gaze flits over to Caleb. He sits down at the edge of the bed and smirks at me, but he doesn’t say anything about Vortex’swords. He does reach down to unbuckle his belt, though, and he pulls out his cock and begins stroking.

“Fuck, this was hotter in the bathroom stall,” Havoc says as he slides into my hole. The penetration is smoother than earlier, which means Caleb must have given him lube as well as the condom.

“You prefer dirty bathrooms over my clean bedroom?” Caleb asks mildly.

“Dirty? The place was fucking spotless.” Havoc pulls out and thrusts forward again, and I loosen my throat so I don’t choke on Vortex’s cock. “I liked hearing him cry out. Liked how rough it was.”

Vortex snorts in derision. “Of course you did.” He grips my hair more tightly before releasing his hold on it, eliciting a muffled cry from me as I suck him harder.

I can’t get into a rhythm with the way Havoc starts to fuck me, and I let him push me onto Vortex’s cock over and over, making sure my teeth don’t scratch him. I have a feeling Havoc might like that, but I don’t think Vortex would.

I tense when I feel Caleb’s hand on the back of my head, but he doesn’t force me down. It’s a gentle touch, and I glance at him with confusion.

Caleb smiles back at me. “Havoc, you didn’t even give Seven a reach-around? That’s poor manners.”

Havoc groans. “Had to prop him up against the stall door earlier. Whatever.” He lets go with one hand and grabs my cock, squeezing tighter than most men would find comfortable.

I like it, though, and I make another sound that has Vortex moaning and shoving harder into my mouth. I gag around him, for all I try not to, but he seems to like that, too.

“Fuck,” Vortex says, breathless. “His mouth is so good, boss.”

“I’m aware,” Caleb answers with amusement. He traces my lips around Vortex’s cock. I never thought my lips were an erogenous zone but another spike of pleasure fills me.

It helps that Havoc is still stroking my cock roughly while he pounds into me, and Vortex pulls back enough so that I can breathe easier.

This is different from how things were back then. They aren’t just taking their pleasure from me.

They want me to feel good too.

I don’t know what to make of that. It’s so unfamiliar, and even with the fact that there are three of them, it’s overwhelming in a good way instead of a way I’ve always dreaded.

Vortex is staring down at Caleb’s hand, and I can’t tell if he’s disgusted or aroused by the feeling of those fingers carefully touching my lips where they’re stretched around his cock.

“Who’s going to last the longest?” Caleb asks, still amused. “We should bet on it.” He moves to stroke the curve of my ear. “The winner will take Seven on a date.”

That makes me stop sucking Vortex’s cock and stop trying to fuck against Havoc’s hand.

A date?

A fuckingdate?

Vortex grunts. “If anyone’s gonna wine and dine him, it’s gonna be me,” he asserts.

Havoc laughs and digs his fingers into my hips. “Good luck with that, asshole. I could go all night.”

At any other time, their posturing would make me roll my eyes, but I’m torn between too stunned by the idea of it and too horny to care.

I start to pull off of Vortex’s cock to comment, but he grabs my hair and pushes me back in place. I obediently start to suck again, even as Havoc’s fingers press hard enough against my hips that they’re going to leave bruises.

I want them to.

“I know Vortex enjoys drag shows, but where would you take him on a date, Havoc?” Caleb asks. He strokes my back through my shirt as he speaks. “We have a variety of shows every week. I’ll even be nice and comp you one, if you win.”