Page 49 of Gambler's Conceit
“You have a thing for fucking in bathrooms?” I ask, but I’m already undoing my fly.
“I have a thing for hot, teasing twinks,” Havoc responds. He bats my hands away to unzip me the rest of the way. He strokes me with one hand while holding the back of my head with the other, leaning in for a messy kiss.
His lips crash into mine, and I let out a needy moan against them. I have to have this. I’d been denied during the circus when my mind had threatened to spiral out of control, and now… Now I have to have it. I have to have this distraction, this semblance of something normal.
I reach for his pants to unfasten them, but he doesn’t let me do that either.
Frowning, I pause, pulling back just enough to be able to meet his eyes. “Something wrong?”
Havoc shakes his head and kisses my jaw. “Nah. I’m all keyed up though, it wouldn’t be a good time for you.”
I laugh and dig my fingers into his back. “I assure you, it’ll definitely be a good time.”
He ignores me and kisses his way down my chest, until he’s on his knees and face to face with my cock. He grins up at me. “This’ll be a better time for you.”
My laughter dies in my throat, and I stare down at him, not comprehending. “What? No. I like it rough, Havoc,” I tell him as panic starts to flutter within my stomach. I grab him by the hair, pulling hard as I try to awaken that more primal side of him. “C’mon.”
Havoc laughs and nips my stomach. “I can add a bit of teeth, if you want.”
I grip his hair tighter, trying to dissuade him, but it does no good. He wraps his lips around my cock and gives it a long, hard suck.
I cry out at the unexpected—unwelcome—pleasure, and I buck, driving my cock deeper into his mouth. I have to do something to get him to stop. I can’t handle this much sensation, this much attention devoted solely to me.
He just keeps sucking, and I can’t do anything but stand there and try to get my panting under control.
I cling to him awkwardly, trying to keep my balance while he continues to lick and suck me without any concern for himself.
What the fuck.
What the actual fuck.
“Havoc…” I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders. “I’m good. You can fuck me now.”
Havoc pulls off and glances up at me, but he wraps his hand around my cock too. “Are you saying my cocksucking skills aren’t up to the task?”
“What?” I ask, not comprehending for several seconds. “No! I’m not… I just want you to fuck me, that’s all.”
No, Ineedhim to fuck me. I’m not sure I can handle this at all. This onslaught of pleasure, the way he’s doing it without any of his own, is confusing me to the point where I’m surprised I haven’t started to go soft.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I try.
Havoc laughs and rests his head against my stomach. “Honestly? Yeah, but I also forgot to bring condoms.” He strokes my cock and licks the slit, making me moan. “Don’t worry, I can make you feel great with just my mouth.”
That’s the problem.
He can, and he is, and I don’t know what to make of it.
“But I should be making you feel good after teasing you like—” My words cut off as he runs his tongue along the underside of my cock, and I nearly choke. “Havoc!”
“Just relax, Seven. You can let go. Come in my mouth or on my face. Either’s good.” Havoc motions to the sink behind him with a grin. “We can wash up easily, at least.”
I gape at him, uncomprehending. “You want me to…”
I have never, not once, eventhoughtabout coming on someone else’s face. Having them come on mine, sure. That’s happened more times than I can count. But having it happen the other way around?
“Havoc…” I try again, more weakly this time, but he’s already wrapped his mouth back around my cock, and the words just aren’t coming anymore.
Is this okay? Am I allowed to do nothing while he sucks me off?