27. Seven #2
I laugh, still breathless, but I place a final kiss on the tip of his cock before crawling back over to Caleb. Like Havoc, his cock is bare, but it’s only half-hard. I lean in to lick a long line on the underside of it. If he wants to tease them, well, I can tease him, too.
“I want you to take my cock and hold it in your mouth,” Caleb says in a surprisingly gentle tone. “You don’t need to suck or lick. Just hold me.”
I blink up at him, surprised, but I nod and take his cock carefully into my mouth. It’s difficult not to start to suck him, to bring him to hardness, but it’s nice, too.
Before long, drool starts to accumulate at the corners of my mouth, and I have to swallow.
Caleb strokes my head gently. “Good pet. All you need to do is focus on keeping me in your mouth.”
He says it like it’s supposed to be easy, but keeping my mouth slack, his cock in my mouth, and not drooling too much turns out to not be simple. I feel every movement, every small twitch, and I have to force my tongue down not to start licking.
Caleb says something, but it’s directed at Vortex and Havoc so I tune it out. The sound of the movie is nothing but background noise to me.
The only thing that matters is Caleb’s cock in my mouth.
I shiver when he rubs the back of my neck, and my eyes flutter closed.
I don’t know how much time passes like this, with me drifting, with him touching me, but I don’t want it to end.
When he taps my jaw, I blink back up at him.
“Good pet,” he says softly. “You can suck me properly now. I’ll come down your throat.”
I nod, feeling sleepy and dazed, but I obediently start to suck on his cock.
It’s slow, languorous, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He runs his fingers through my hair, tugging lightly at the strands.
It’s enough to make it feel good, not enough to draw me out of this state, and it doesn’t take long before I feel him thickening in my mouth.
I moan softly as he spills over my tongue, into my throat, and I press as close as I can so I don’t miss a drop. It’s only when I’m sure I’ve captured every list bit that I pull back, licking his cock clean.
“Good job,” Caleb says. “You can?—”
Before he can finish that sentence, I get onto Caleb’s lap and kiss him. He groans, but he kisses me back, not caring that I taste of his cum.
“So, what was the name of the power move he used to defeat the main villain?” Havoc suddenly asks.
Caleb chuckles against my lips. “Hyper dragon super slam.”
“Seriously? How did you remember that?” Havoc gets up and walks over to us, placing his hands on my ass. “Are you coming over to the couch or staying here, Seven?”
I wrap my arms around Caleb’s shoulders and shake my head. “Here.” I lift my ass up higher. “Fuck me right here.”
“Both of us?” Havoc asks while he pulls my jeans and underwear down. He rubs his finger along my hole. “Vortex, you got the lube?”
“Yep,” Vortex confirms.
I don’t look back at him, not wanting to break this strange trance I’m in by paying too much attention to the logistics.
All I know is that soon, there’s a cock at my hole, and I kiss Caleb again.
His tongue slides into my mouth even as Havoc starts to push inside of me, and I make needy little sounds as he steadies himself with a tight grip on my hips.
It feels so good, having them all around me. Vortex strokes my back, Caleb kisses me, Havoc fucks me, and I’m blinking against tears when the pleasure overwhelms me. I spill all over Caleb’s nice shirt.
“Keep going,” Caleb says to Havoc. “Maybe you and Vortex can make him come again.”
Havoc’s laugh is breathless, and he picks up the pace, starting to fuck me more like what I’m used to from him. It pushes me against Caleb over and over, and while I don’t think the two of them can make me come again, it still feels amazing.
I’m barely coherent when Havoc spends inside of me, and I sigh in pleasure against Caleb’s lips as Vortex takes over. His thick cock stretches me even more, and I squirm as he fucks me with slower, more measured strokes.
Despite what I’d thought, I get hard again, and I rub slowly against where I’ve already left a wet spot on Caleb’s shirt.
“Daddy,” I groan, spreading my legs wider—and almost falling off the armchair. Caleb and Havoc catch me, and we all laugh, although Vortex fucks me deeper.
Caleb brushes my hair out of my face. “Lovely pet,” Caleb whispers. “You’re ours. All of you. No matter what anyone says, no matter what they demand, we are never going to let you go.”
I want to believe it. So much, I want to believe it.
And in this moment…
I think I do.
I realize then that I’d forgotten about gambling entirely, for the entire duration of the scene.
This is what they give me.
“Never,” Vortex promises, his voice rough. “Can you come again, beautiful?”
I hesitate then nod, though I’m not sure I can do it from him fucking me this time. I’ll need more stimulation. They must realize that, even without me saying it, because Caleb reaches down, taking my cock in hand and starting to stroke with a firm grip.
I shiver, my hips rocking forward as Vortex takes me, and before he can come, I spill all over Caleb’s shirt, all over his hand, again.
It must’ve been the cue Vortex needed, because as my ass tightens around his cock, he groans and fills me, too, adding to what Havoc had left behind.
I slump forward against Caleb. Vortex’s cock slips out, and the cum drips out of me and onto Caleb’s pants. He doesn’t seem to care, still holding my cock and kissing the top of my head.
After a few moments of blissful silence, Havoc says, “We barely even touched the popcorn.”
Vortex barks out a laugh. “You and that popcorn,” he says, trailing his fingers along my back before stepping away. “You can still eat it. It’s fine.”
“We might need showers,” Caleb says. “And one of you will need to scrub my jeans before I put them into the laundry.”
“What? Why us?” Havoc asks with amused indignation. “They’re your jeans.”
“But it’s your cum,” Caleb responds easily.
I burst out laughing. It shouldn’t be funny, but I’m so glad they’re all here, with me, being normal and teasing each other.
I’m glad I have them.
I hope, so fervently, that I get to keep them.