Page 52 of Gamers' Omega
I thought about it for several seconds. “I guess that makes sense.”
“You’re not regretting it, are you?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Good.”
Tony had stopped grinding on Freddie. He rolled the other alpha over, spread his legs, and a growl of pleasure echoed through the room as he plunged his cock deep.
Freddie moaned as Tony started pistoning; clawing at the sheets and lifting his hips for a better angle.
I noticed a squelching sound, and I exhaled sharply when I realized that it was because Ian had already come inside Freddie before Tony started fucking him.
I wondered what it felt like—to already be drunk on pleasure from coming repeatedly, and still be able to take more. It would probably be amazing during my heat, when no matter how many times I jerked off I was never satisfied—when it hurt a bit more each cycle from not getting what my body needed.
Beck moved in and started fingering Tony’s ass. “You want it, don’t you—my cock stuffed in your hole while you fuck Freddie.”
“Fuck me,” Tony growled. “Make me knot him.”
Beck hummed and shifted behind Tony. He grabbed one hip, used his free hand to line himself up, and slowly pushed inside.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Tony moaned.
Beck chuckled, then paused once he was fully sheathed. He leaned in to kiss Tony’s shoulder. “You good?”
Tony nodded.
Beck leaned in, one hand on the mattress, and started thrusting.
Freddie moaned as the motion forced Tony deeper.
They quickly fell into what appeared to be a familiar rhythm. Tony mostly set the pace, with Beck giving that last bit of oomph every time he bottomed out.
The desire to know what that felt like had returned. My dick strained for attention.
Everything was so much more intense than I could have imagined. There was porn, then there was being in the room. Porn was sight and sound—it didn’t capture the body heat or the smells of sweat and arousal. It could never give me the taste of Freddie’s spend on my lips.
Slick coated the inside of my thighs—something that usually only happened when I was in heat. I fisted my dick, stroking it for any sort of relief, but it wasn’t enough.
Tony and Beck were moving faster, synchronized so that Tony bottomed out in Freddie just before Beck slammed home. The growls and moans made it clear that the three of them were nearing that precipice.
I whined. Everything in me demanded… something. Pure physical need that I didn’t know how to handle.
“Eric?” Ian asked, shifting over. “You ok?”
Alpha…
My mind latched onto the fact that Ian was an alpha, and an alpha could give me what I needed.
“Touch me,” I begged.
“Are you sure?”
“Please.”
“Ok. Kneel for me, Sweetheart. It’ll be easier if you’re on your knees rather than sitting against the wall.”
I scrambled to my knees while Ian reached over and snagged the bottle of lube. Then he settled behind me, his half-hard cock pressed against my lower back. He drizzled some lube into his hand, held still for several seconds, carefully reached for my dick, and wrapped his fingers around it.
