Page 28 of Gambler’s Ruin (Calamity City Mafia #3)

Vortex chuckles. “Who says I used hookup apps?” he retorts.

Havoc levels him with a look.

“All right, maybe I looked at a few, but they weren’t my type.” Vortex gives me a smile that makes me melt. “Seven is my type.”

Havoc leans in to kiss my temple. “Yeah. Seven’s my type too. I’ll take Seven over anyone else any day.”

Vortex hums his agreement.

I feel warm inside, but at the same time, it makes me think. “I don’t think I have a type,” I say.

“Yeah? You’d go for a tiny twink who wants you to rail him?” Havoc asks.

“Um,” I say, flustered. “Okay, that’s not my type. I’ve never… I don’t want to be on top.” I don’t think I could rail anyone. The idea of topping makes my cock want to shrivel up and hide.

“If you ever do want to try it—” Vortex begins.

“No!” I cut him off. “It’s fine. I don’t want to.”

Havoc chuckles. “You were going to suggest Caleb, right? I bet he could use a cock up his ass to dislodge the stick up there.”

The words make Vortex snicker. “Is your cock long enough for that? That stick is massive” he says.

“Hey, he’s not that bad,” I interject.

Havoc pulls me closer to him and kisses the exposed skin of my neck. “He’s fine. Not as bad as I thought at first.” After another kiss, he adds, “You done eating?”

I’m still a little hungry, but I’m more interested in what Havoc is starting than eating. I can always eat later, after all. I nod, a shiver running through me as he continues to kiss and nip along my neck.

But then I think about everything that’s happened, and I hesitate. “I’m… We don’t have to,” I say. “And I didn’t prepare or anything.”

I didn’t want to assume, not again, even though I’d hoped.

Havoc smiles against my neck. “Lucky for you, I know Vortex loves prepping you.” After a small pause, he adds, “Um, unless that’s your way of saying you don’t want to.”

“No!” I say, alarmed. “I do want to! I just don’t want to pressure you .”

Havoc sits up, but his hands stay on me. “Then I think we’re all on the same page. Right, Vortex?”

“Definitely,” Vortex says, getting up. “Be right back.”

We’ve started to keep a bottle of lube in the living room, and it doesn’t take long for him to retrieve it. He holds it up.

“Prep has arrived,” he says. “Let’s get you undressed.”

I get up, too, and I let Vortex help me out of my shirt. He kisses me, his hands sliding down from my shoulders to my arms, then farther down as he grabs the waistband of the sweatpants I’d been wearing and tugs those down.

I’m wearing socks, too — I’d learned from a game of strip blackjack that I need every article of clothing I can get — and he kneels down in front of me to take those off.

While he’s down there, he nuzzles at my cock, and I gasp as he takes it past his lips.

“Daddy!” I squeak, my entire body heating up.

Before Vortex can do too much, a shirt lands on top of him. Vortex pulls back and glares at Havoc.

“Do you mind?” Vortex growls.

Havoc steps out of his pants and underwear. “I do. Because I need Seven.” He motions toward the armchair. “Come on, Seven, I want you on my lap while Vortex fingers you open for me.”

I nod, already feeling dazed, and I let Havoc guide me over to the chair. He sits down, and I get in his lap. His cock is already half-hard beneath my ass, and I wish I had prepared for him so we didn’t need to waste time.

But Vortex is right there with the lube, already slicking up his fingers like he knows how badly I need this validation. He kneels in front of me again, and Havoc lifts me up so Vortex can get to me more easily. I whimper as he kisses along my neck again, already ready for more.

Neither of them are going to let me get away with doing this without properly being lubed up and stretched, though, and I squirm as Vortex’s fingers find my hole.

Havoc nuzzles my neck and collar, nipping and biting and licking while his fingers dig into my thighs and keep me spread wide.

Vortex starts to push his fingers inside of me, so slowly that I whine in protest. He chuckles, and I can tell he’s doing it on purpose.

“Mean,” I pout. The position is awkward, but I rest my back against Havoc’s chest, letting the two of them hold me in place as Vortex slowly works his fingers in and out of me. “That’s good,” I tell him after only a few seconds.

“I don’t think so,” Vortex rumbles. “I think you need to be nice and wide for Havoc.”

He adds a third finger, and the familiar stretch leaves me gasping.

“Okay, now?” I plead after several seconds of him working me open.

“What do you think, Havoc?” Vortex asks, smirking. “Should we give him what he wants?”

Havoc hums against my ear. “I don’t know. I don’t think he’s desperate enough yet. And how many fingers you got in there? Two? That’s nowhere near as large as my cock.”

Vortex barks out a laugh. “Three. Should be bigger than your cock,” he taunts.

“I hate you both,” I whine, but the words make me hesitate. What if they get angry?

They don’t, though. They both laugh, and through what could’ve been panic, I only feel relief — relief that they’re not mad, relief that they’re getting along.

Vortex spreads his fingers wider, then pulls back. “All right. He’s ready.”

I nod eagerly, but Havoc says, “Who’s lubing up my cock? My hands are occupied.”

Vortex gives him a look, but it’s my turn to grin. “I can’t reach from this position,” I say.

“Seven is plenty lubed up for your cock,” Vortex grumbles.

Havoc scoffs. “You’d risk Seven’s ass like that? Seven, you need my cock lubed up, right?”

“Definitely,” I say. It isn’t that I want to see them have sex or anything, but I do get a certain thrill out of seeing them compromise for me .

Groaning, Vortex concedes. “Okay, but I’m only getting you slicked up. I’m not giving you a handjob or anything.”

“I bet your tiny little baby fingers wouldn’t do a good job anyway,” Havoc responds, but he also lifts me higher so that his cock is no longer pressed against my ass.

I let out a little whine of protest even though I know I’m about to get something much better than skin-on-skin contact.

“At least I don’t have a tiny little cock,” Vortex retorts. He pours more lube into his hand then reaches out again, and I peer down to watch him as he runs his hand along Havoc’s hard cock. “There,” he says, stopping almost as soon as he’s begun.

“Tiny little cock,” Havoc mutters, but he’s breathless now. “It’s longer than yours.”

Vortex snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

I bite my lip. “Now?” I ask hopefully. I feel like I’m going to go crazy with need if Havoc doesn’t start fucking me soon. “And I can suck you, Vortex.”

Vortex has a gleam in his eyes, and he shakes his head. “Oh, no. I have other plans for you.”

Havoc has to let go of one of my thighs so he can position his cock, and I don’t wait for him to give me permission. I sink down, groaning at the stretch. There’s no burn at all, only an easy slide as his cock fills me.

“Fuck,” Havoc mutters. “You feel so good, Seven.”

My breath catches, and my eyes flutter closed — right up until the point when Vortex’s mouth wraps around the head of my cock again. I let out a quiet gasp, my eyes flying open as I stare down at him.

“ Oh ,” I whimper.

Vortex reaches up to stroke my thigh, but he doesn’t pull off of my cock even as I start to lift my hips so I can fuck myself on Havoc.

I’ve never been sucked and fucked at the same time. I’ve barely ever even been sucked, and I gasp when Vortex’s tongue flutters along the slit. I clutch Havoc’s arms and moan, then turn my head so I can kiss Havoc.

Havoc kisses me eagerly, nipping and biting. The constant movement has my nose bumping against his, but even that feels great.

It’s rough and messy and imperfect, but it feels good and it’s something that would never, could never have happened before.

Despite the constant jostling, Vortex manages to keep me in his mouth, even going so far as to encourage me deeper in.

I look down, and I realize how close Vortex’s mouth is to Havoc’s cock. Only my balls are in the way.

I don’t know if I’d want to see Vortex suck Havoc, but I love that they’re doing this for me, that I have their full attention and they want to be here and I haven’t lost them.

Havoc’s cock drags insistently against my prostate, and Vortex buries his nose against my pubic hair, and for three seconds I can barely breathe with how much pleasure slams into me.

I lose control, wailing into Vortex’s mouth, and Vortex doesn’t budge as I come down his throat. He stays firmly there, and Havoc kisses me through my orgasm, not insisting that I keep fucking myself on him.

He’s patient, even when he’s being rough, and I realize it’s one of those things that I like so much about him.

That I more than like about him, something in the back of my mind whispers, but I don’t know what to do with that thought so I push it away.

It’s only when I slump back against Havoc that Vortex pulls away, and I rasp, “Need… Need you too.”

Vortex chuckles roughly, and he stands up. “Do you want to suck me, or do you want me to fuck you after Havoc?”

I don’t think I can wait that long to have him. I reach out to unfasten his pants, and he helps me, unzipping them and pulling them down. Once they’re out of the way, I tell him, “I need you now.”

His eyes find mine, and they’re so warm and full of desire and the same need that I feel. I swallow hard, trying to swallow down more of those feelings that I don’t understand.

I lean forward, and even though it takes a moment of adjusting my posture and Vortex stepping closer, I get my mouth around his cock while Havoc starts to slowly thrust up into me again.

“Beautiful boy,” Vortex murmurs. “His mouth is so good. Isn’t it, Havoc?”

Havoc grunts in agreement. “His mouth, his ass… and everything else. Love… love everything about you, Seven.”

That word makes me freeze, Vortex’s cock still in my mouth and Havoc’s in my ass, but I ignore that too, and I redouble my efforts into making them feel even better with my body. It has to be good for them. I need it to be, so desperately.