Page 50 of Gamers' Omega
I could see myself calling them my mates.
A shout of pleasure interrupted my thoughts. Freddie was jerking himself, ribbons of cum shooting from his cock onto his stomach. Ian’s expression was strained, clearly holding himself back as he fucked Freddie through his orgasm.
The moment Ian lost control was beautiful. He threw his head back and let out a long moan as he held himself deep. I could just see his balls pulsing as he came.
Ian slumped as his orgasm passed. He let Freddie’s legs down and sort of shimmied into a position that was comfortable while he was knotted inside the other man.
It was wonderfully intimate—proof that there was so much more to sex than the physical act. They’d helped each other reach that point of pure pleasure, and it was so much better because it was shared.
I wanted to experience that.
I crawled across the bed, stopping beside Ian. I kissed his shoulder.
Ian turned and gave me a lopsided smile. “Doing ok, Sweetheart? It’s not too much, is it?”
I nodded. “I’m good.”
“Good.” He reached over and drew me into a kiss.
There was a different flavor to the kiss, and I realized that I was tasting the remnants of Freddie’s spend on Ian’s lips.
I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not, but it was also hot.
I scooted over to kiss Freddie, who seemed almost drunk from pleasure.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Freddie murmured.
“Me too.”
He hummed. “Feels right with you.”
I kissed him again, smiling against his lips. Then I shuffled over to Tony and Beck.
Tony was growly as he pulled me in for a kiss, and something about that thrilled me. The rumbling vibration against my lips was incredible, a sensation I’d never known I needed. He was so turned on that he was struggling to control himself, and growling was something he couldn’t contain. It was a strange testament to his strength.
Beck leaned toward me as I shifted to him, but kept working Tony. I closed the distance and sighed as our tongues played.
I noticed Beck’s cock, hard and straining as I pulled back from the kiss, and realized he hadn’t been touched since he’d started focusing on prepping Tony. His shaft was long, but not overly thick, with a slight swell where his knot would be.
I started to reach for it, then pulled my hand back.
“It’s ok,” Beck murmured. “You can touch.”
“A-are you sure?”
He nodded. “Hands only though. I don’t want you doing anything more than you already said you might be comfortable with.”
“Ok.”
I reached out and drew my fingers up his length. The taut skin was silky smooth, a contrast to the hardness it contained.
Beck hissed in a breath, and his cock jumped.
I startled and pulled back.
“It’s ok,” he murmured. “That felt good.”
“Really?”
