Page 79 of Gambler's Conceit
Seven whines, watching as Vortex’s hand withdraws. “You were just getting to the good part. You can’t stop now.”
“He can,” I say, guiding Seven into rolling over. I place his head in my lap, massaging his scalp gently.
Vortex moves with surprising grace, straddling Seven’s calves. He takes care not to settle too much of his weight onto Seven’s slight frame, but he leans down so he can start to massage the knots and tension out of Seven’s thighs. “How does that feel?” he asks.
“Like my dick is being neglected,” comes Seven’s sullen, muffled reply. His mouth is directly over my clothed cock.
I lean forward so I can massage his shoulders. Seven groans and presses harder against my crotch. I can imagine what it would feel like if I weren’t still wearing my dress trousers.
The dry cleaners are going to have fun with this one.
Seven lets out a long moan, and I glance toward Vortex to see that he’s now massaging Seven’s ass. I nod at him, and he takes that permission to spread Seven’s ass cheeks and massage the sensitive skin.
Seven starts to squirm, nuzzling my cock through my pants. His hands come up to unbutton them, and I let him.
This isn’t like the other night, when he’d been panicking and trying to use me to hurt himself.
At least, I don’t think it is.
I pet Seven’s head. “Shh. You don’t need to do anything,” I say in a whisper. “Just let Vortex make you feel good.”
“But I want to,” he says, looking up at me with those big puppy eyes.
Vortex rises up, starting to unfasten his own pants. “You sure this is what you want?” he asks Seven.
Seven nods fervently. “I want both of you… please.”
I’ve already denied myself twice with Seven. I don’t know why I’m taking so much care with him, except that I can see how easy it would be to break him—and I don’t want him completely broken.
I want him to bemine.
“All right,” I say to him, shifting him aside enough so I can get my cock out. “Get your mouth nice and loose for me.”
He moves with me, and his mouth is already open when I press my cock against his lips. Behind him, Vortex has started to finger fuck him, and Seven makes soft, needy sounds as he takes it.
I want to keep going like this, but prudence has me reaching for the bedside drawer. I pull out a handful of condoms and toss them in Vortex’s direction. “Here. Suit up first.”
Vortex nods, grabbing one from the bed.
“I want you to take me bare,” Seven whispers.
“One day,” Vortex tells him. “After your tests come back, and you’re on PrEP for a while, and we’re sure it’s safe. All right?”
“Fuck safety,” Seven says, but we all know better. Seven hasn’t exactly shown an abundance of caution when it comes to his own well-being.
“Safety is for you, too,” I say. “You don’t know where Vortex or Havoc or I have been, either.”
Vortex nods in agreement, even though Seven can’t see it. “I’m getting tested, too,” he tells Seven. “And so are Caleb and Havoc. That way, wecantake you bare. You’d like it if we filled up your greedy little hole, wouldn’t you?” His hand comes down in a smack on Seven’s ass, making Seven hiss before he’s taking my cock into his mouth again.
“We’ll celebrate by filling you up. All three of us. You’ll be completely leaking. Completelymarked,” I say, and my cock throbs at the thought of it. Yes, Seven would look gorgeous completely wrecked by us.
Seven moans around me, his hands coming up to grip my thighs. He’d say yes if he could, if his mouth wasn’t completely stuffed with my cock.
If Vortex wasn’t shoving his cock inside of him, making him groan as he digs his fingernails into my thighs. “That’s right,” Vortex says in a low murmur as he caresses Seven’s ass cheeks. “We’ll fuck you ‘til you see stars, then keep fucking you some more.” I can tell he wants to say more, but with Seven in a fragile condition—whether Seven wants to admit that or not—I’m not sure he dares.
We go slower than I anticipated, with Vortex taking his time as he drives in. I feel it every time he bottoms out in Seven, the way Seven moans around my cock and sucks harder. The pleasure builds, and I grip Seven’s hair to remind myself that I need to stay in control, that I want Seven to come before me.
“Are you getting close, Seven?” I ask, petting him and tugging his hair in turn. “Let go, and let Vortex feel you convulse around him. Make him lose control, pet.”