Page 69 of Gambler's Conceit

I don’t know how I feel about that, but the way Seven is looking at me—all needy and even eager now—has me aching to just throw my reservations to the wind and do exactly what he wants.

“Make me forget,” Seven says in a low tone.

I nod and slowly push him under. He closes his eyes and goes willingly, submerging into the tub.

I feel his throat move, and after a few seconds, he grips my arm. I almost let go, but Caleb says, “Keep going.”

Seven doesn’t fight at first. His hand is tight on my arm, but he doesn’t try to come back up.

But then as the seconds tick by, I feel his fingernails starting to press against my skin. Lightly at first, then with more pressure, he drags them along my skin. It feels more like foreplay than fighting, though.

I can tell when he starts to struggle, though. Gone is the light caress of nails on my skin, and in its place comes something harder, something sharper. It’s obvious in the way he flails and fights that he wants to be let up now.

I should stop. I need to stop.

But my breathing is only getting heavier, and my cock is pressing insistently against my jeans.

Seven’s life is literally in my hands now, and he bucks and tries to push at my hands in desperation… then, slowly, his struggles get weaker. In a few moments, he’d be completely gone. I hold the power of life and death over him.

“Let go,” Caleb says sharply. “Now.”

I startle and release my hold around Seven’s neck. Caleb drags him up out of the water, and Seven sputters and coughs.

Seven looks at me with reddened eyes, and I think there might actually be tears under all that water.

I surge forward to kiss him, never mind that his lips are still slack and covered with bubbles, and he’s still trying to recover his breath. He doesn’t fight when I get my tongue in his mouth, like he doesn’t have any energy left to spare at all.

I’m so fucking hard.

When I finally break the kiss, Seven leans heavily against Caleb’s chest while Caleb strokes his hair gently.

Seven’s chest is heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, but he looks at me with a dazed look before managing to rasp out, “Choke me with your cock.”

I don’t bother to check with Caleb. I go for my jeans and slide them and my underwear off, tossing them to the rest ofmy clothes. Then I sit on the edge of the jacuzzi tub, opposite to Caleb and Seven, with my legs spread wide.

“Come on,” I growl. “Choke yourself on me.”

I ignore Caleb’s chuckle. The important thing is how Seven slides over to me and rests his arms on my thighs. His throat has my fingerprints in red around it, but bubbles are all over his shoulders and arms. He leans down, getting more bubbles on his chin, and takes me into his mouth.

He groans, then pushes deeper until the head of my cock is at the back of his throat. He swallows around me, again and again, then my cock slides into his throat. He only gags a little, and his hands go to mine. I’m confused at first, until he grabs one of them and puts it on the back of his head.

He’s putting all of the power back into my hands—literally—and it’s a heady feeling. I tighten my grip on his hair and push him down, waiting until I feel him choke before I let him up again. I repeat it over and over, relishing in the sensation of his throat fluttering around the head of my cock.

It doesn’t take much longer before the pleasure overwhelms me, and I come down his throat. Seven moans as I do, the sound reverberating around my cock and heightening my pleasure.

I let go of his head, but he stays where he is until Caleb tugs on Seven to force him back. Seven’s breathing is as ragged as my own. I watch in fascination as Caleb pulls Seven against him. His arm moves, clearly jacking Seven under the water. Some of the bubbles have dispersed, and I catch a glimpse of what’s going on down there.

“Good boy,” Caleb says against Seven’s ear.

Seven shudders, closing his eyes as he lets Caleb touch him. His hips don’t jerk; his body doesn’t move. He’s simply a limp doll, quiet but for a few moans that spill from his lips as he gets closer to climax. It isn’t until he comes that his body bucks, and he lets out a choked cry.

His eyes slowly flutter open, and he looks dazed even as he tries to focus on me.

Fuck, he looks so hot like that.

I haven’t learned at all. Rough sex is one thing, but this? This could be deadly. This could bemurder.

I force my feet back out of the tub and fumble for a towel. “You get what you wanted?” I ask hoarsely.