23. Seven #2
Havoc does not, in fact, go down, but he reverses the movement somehow, so I’m the one falling to the mat. He stands over me with a wide smile. “I’d pin you now, but I’ll give you a few chances. It’d be unfair otherwise, right?”
“What if I don’t want you to play fair?” I ask, but I get up.
This time, I step in close to him, feeling the sweat of his body rubbing against my own.
It’s not as good as olive oil, but it’s still intoxicating, and I really don’t want him to play fair at all.
The second I’m down and he’s on me, he’ll fuck me.
“It’s like you have a hidden agenda!” Havoc grabs one of my arms and twists it behind me, biting down on my shoulder while he does and surprising a loud moan from me. “But we wouldn’t want it to be over too fast, right?”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be over fast,” I protest, squirming in his grasp and trying to provoke him into holding me tighter. “You’ll last at least a minute.”
Havoc slides his large thigh between my legs, and I moan and grind against it. My balls drag across his skin, sending delicious sparks of pleasure up my spine.
“Now imagine if we were all oiled up,” Havoc suggests. “My hands slipping and sliding all over you, trying to find purchase… The more you struggle, the more my hands slip.” He slides his hand across my belly as if we really were all oiled up.
I moan and shake my head. “I won’t let you win,” I say, exhilarated, and I struggle to escape. I even remember the move he’d taught me to get out of a hold like this. I don’t think I do it right, but Havoc loosens his grip enough for me to escape.
I laugh, giddy from the mild success, and turn around to tackle him again.
Havoc gently reverses the motion, resulting with me on my back again. I try to get up again, but Havoc grabs my arm—and locks my torso between his legs.
His hard cock rubs against my side.
“How are you getting out of this one, Seven?” Havoc asks, pressing his thick thighs against my body.
“Who says I want to?” I ask breathlessly. Why would I ever want to get out of his hold? I flex my arm to try to free it, but Havoc’s hold is absolute.
Havoc huffs in amusement. “Because it’ll be even hotter if you’re completely exhausted, out of breath, but still so hot for me.”
I shiver. “I’m already hot for you,” I tell him.
The way he’s manhandling me, the way he’s forcing me to submit over and over…
It all has me ready for more. I rub my cock against his sweat-slick skin with another moan, peering up at him.
“I think you deserve a reward for managing to pin me. Since it was so hard and all.”
“Something was hard, all right,” Havoc says with a laugh. He presses his thighs tighter, constricting me beautifully, before loosening his hold entirely.
I roll away, because I know he wants me too, and I’m not disappointed when he gets his arms around my waist and drags me back. I shake my head, but I press my ass against his cock too.
“You ready for the ultimate take down, Seven?” Havoc asks, squeezing my ass.
“Only if you think you can handle it,” I taunt him with my own breathless laugh. “What do you think?”
In the back of my mind, I’m afraid he’s going to reject me, that he’s going to remember what I’d done to him and refuse me. But I squirm anyway, trying to get him too aroused to think about anything but fucking me.
Havoc groans and forces my head down, ass up. I spread my legs wider and make appreciative noises when he drags his knuckles across my hole and taint.
“Only thing I’ve got is spit,” Havoc says, and in a quieter voice, he adds, “Tell me if you want to do something else instead.”
I quickly shake my head. “Need this. Need you.” However I can get him, and the burn of his cock inside of me while he fucks me with nothing more than spit sounds amazing .
Havoc spits into his hand and gets his cock wet. Between the sweat and the spit, his cock is glistening, although I know it won’t be an easy fuck.
I want him, though. I want him like this, carefree and trusting me and making me feel good with pleasure and pain alike.
Havoc fingers my hole briefly, and I lift my ass up higher for him.
“Time for a pin you can’t escape,” Havoc declares, pressing the head of his cock against my hole.
“I’ll struggle so hard,” I promise him.
Havoc chuckles and slides in slowly. It burns in a good way, and I relax into it while Havoc kisses and nips my back.
“So fucking hot,” Havoc whispers.
A soft mewl escapes me when he pushes inside of me, and my eyes flutter closed. It’s not going to stay this way for long, slow and almost sweet in a way, and I don’t want it to. I want Havoc, with all the roughness and the edge of violence that he brings.
I rock my hips, trying to urge him to move faster. He doesn’t, instead teasing me, and I whine, “Havoc!”
“I thought you were going to try to escape?” Havoc says as he pulls out almost the entire way.
I laugh breathlessly. “I got distracted.” I squirm beneath him, grabbing at the mat to try to pull myself out from under him, but with his firm grasp on me, there’s nowhere to go.
The only thing I can do is fuck myself on his cock, and I do that with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.
It’s so different from that time in the stairwell.
This is rough, and hard, but Havoc is smiling.
Havoc’s having fun.
So am I.
I don’t feel like I need to crawl out of my skin.
I don’t have dark thoughts swirling in my brain.
My mind isn’t telling me that this honeymoon period might end soon.
No, I’m simply luxuriating in the pleasure and the hints of pain, in making Havoc moan and laugh and squeezing my ass so that his movements stutter and quicken.
This is so much better.
“It’s been at least a minute, right?” Havoc says between chuckles. “I don’t know if I can last much longer.”
“It’s been forever,” I tell him. “If you don’t come soon, I’ll be insulted.” I squeeze around him again, shoving back against his cock. “Pleaaaase.”
He picks up the pace, and I moan as he starts to fuck me even harder, somehow. I didn’t realize he was still holding back, and knowing that he’s giving himself over to it makes it even better.
There are no more words between us, only motions and sounds of pleasure as he grunts and I moan and encourage him to keep going.
When Havoc finally comes, I’m teetering on the edge, and I whine, needing to follow him over it.
He reaches around to grasp my cock in his firm grip, and he only has to jerk my cock three times before I’m spilling all over his hand, all over the mat beneath us.
I wail in pleasure, and he leans down to kiss my shoulder.
We collapse onto the mats, and although I’m reluctant to separate from him, I do so I can turn around and kiss him properly.
Havoc returns the kiss, still rough, but we run out of breath fast.
“Fuck,” Havoc murmurs. His eyes flutter closed. “Now that was a full body workout.”
I laugh, pulling him down on top of me so his weight covers me like a warm, comforting blanket. “Caleb is gonna kill us,” I tell him, feeling some of my cum under my back.
“Only if we tell him. If we clean up, he never has to know.” Havoc grins, his eyes still closed. “Think you can keep this a secret from him?”
I consider, then nod. I’ve kept bigger secrets than this from him, but I think telling Havoc that would break the mood. “My lips are sealed,” I reply, breathing out slowly. “But you get to do the cleanup. I’ll supervise.”
“No way. You made half this mess!” Havoc laughs and bites my shoulder, making my breath catch. “If you don’t help, I’ll be the one tattling to Caleb.”
I pout up at him. “That’s cheating,” I say. “But fine. After we stay here a minute, because I don’t think I can stand up.”
He grins down at me. “Good.”
I roll my eyes, wrapping my arms around him. “Besides, we might want to go for round two.”
That makes Havoc laugh again. He pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head.
In a softer voice, he says, “I’m so glad I met you, Seven.”
I bite my lip, gazing up at him. I can’t put what I’m feeling into words, so I only say, “I’m glad I met you, too.
I know I’m a lot, Havoc—” He starts to argue, but I shake my head, continuing, “I know I’m a lot, and I know asking for all three of you is a lot, but I’m so grateful to you for giving that to me. ”
“You give us so much too,” Havoc answers. He kisses me gently, then he sighs. “Okay, time for clean-up. I’m not leaving this for the cleaning staff.”
I whine, not ready to get up yet, but he’s right. It would be unfair to make anyone else clean this mess.
I have absolutely no regrets, though.
Wrestling with Havoc was a lot of fun.