Page 40 of Gamers' Omega
Tony chuckled. “Not completely, but he’s rocking a semi against my leg.”
“Oh God,” I whined as I tried to hide my face. “I’m so sorry.”
The cushions dipped as people moved around, then a body pressed against my back and a hard cock nestled along my ass.
“It’s normal,” Ian murmured in my ear. “Talking about it makes you think about it, and those things have a mind of their own. We all get hard. It’s a reaction, nothing more.”
I let out a long breath. “O-one of the first guys I dated… I had to learn to hide it. He said that it was proof that I wanted it.”
“Well that’s a load of bullshit,” Tony laughed. “Ian’s right that they have a mind of their own. Mine sometimes gets hard because it’s Tuesday, or Wednesday, or because the sheets are particularly comfortable right then. It doesn’t make me any more likely to fuck somebody or be fucked. If the rest of me is in the mood, then I might act on it. But there are plenty of times I just grumble about it and move on.”
“To be fair,” Beck joked, “you get turned on at the drop of a hat. If you fucked every time you got hard, you’d spend more time fucking than not.”
“I’m not that bad!” Tony protested.
“Uh-huh,” Freddie deadpanned. “You keep telling yourself that.”
“Assholes,” Tony huffed.
Ian laughed. “See? Hard is hard, and horny is horny. Do they overlap? Of course. But they don’t have to. And even if they do, you don’t have to do anything. Could you end up with a case of blue balls? Sure. But there’s nothing wrong with that if you don’t want to have sex.”
“And even if you do want sex,” Beck continued, “that doesn’t have to mean taking a cock up the ass. It could be a BJ or a handy.”
“Frotting can be hot,” Tony interrupted.
“Or a good thigh fucking,” Freddie added.
They were all words I’d heard before from other alphas. But—for the first time—they felt genuine. Whenever somebody else had said them, it felt like a gateway to get me to spread my legs.
“Any objections to letting Eric watch?” Freddie asked.
Nobody said anything.
“Then it’s settled,” Freddie stated after several seconds. “We’ll give it a day or so. That way if anybody changes their mind, they can.” He met my gaze. “That includes you. Just because you want it now, doesn’t mean you’re locked in. When and how much you watch is up to you.”
“Ok,” I replied as my dick jumped again
Tony chuckled. “That thing really does give you away.”
I groaned but kept myself from hiding my face.
“Can I feel?” Ian asked. “Above the pants.”
I swallowed. I’d never let another man touch me, even with that fabric barrier.
“Yes,” I whispered.
I couldn’t explain it, but I trusted them.
Ian slid his hand down my front, paused at my waistband for several seconds, then trailed his fingers along my bulge.
My breath caught in my throat and tingles shot up my spine. Even through my boxers and jeans, it felt good to be touched.
“You ok?” Ian asked.
I nodded. “Y-yes.”
He flattened his hand, his palm pressing against me while his fingers curled to cup my growing erection.
