Page 72 of Gamers' Omega
“Ok,” I managed.
He continued to work the one finger for a few more seconds, then there was a pause. I winced as he pushed in again, surprised at the stretch with the second finger.
“I know,” Tony soothed. “Take a minute to adjust. Your body will tell you when you’re ready.”
Ian took that moment to hum as he sucked my dick, forcing my attention from my ass to him.
I squeezed Freddie’s and Beck’s hands as Ian bobbed, moaning at the pleasure coursing through me. They praised me and called me beautiful, and all I could do was moan in response.
A strange demanding need crept up on me, which only made sense when I shifted my hips and felt Tony’s fingers inside me move. I couldn’t help myself as I started rocking between Ian’s attention to my dick, and Tony working me open.
What had been too much, suddenly wasn’t enough. I needed more, deeper. “Alpha…” I moaned.
“Ready for another?” Tony asked.
“Please,” I begged.
“Ok, another stretch.”
The pinch wasn’t as strong, thanks to how Tony had been opening me, and I was quickly rocking against his hand again.
Every cell in my body was desperate for release. I was balanced on the edge but needed something to tip me over.
“Alpha… Alpha… Alpha, please,” I begged and babbled.
Tony twisted his hand slightly and his fingertips brushed against something inside.
I screamed as I came. It was like a plasma lamp going off in my body, the spot where Tony had touched me was the glowing core and lightning reached the rest of me.
“Found you,” Tony growled, a hint of triumph in his voice as he continued to rub the spot.
Ian swallowed around my dick, every pulse of cum going down his throat.
Between the two of them, my orgasm seemed to go on far longer than I thought was possible. Finally, I slumped to the mattress—completely spent—as the pleasure started to recede.
Beck and Freddie seemed to be praising me, but my brain was still too fuzzy to make out words, only tones.
The world slowly came back into focus. I heard Ian brushing his teeth in the en suite. Beck and Freddie were both growling softly as they peppered kisses across my chest and shoulders. Tony was rubbing my thighs.
And my dick… was already getting hard again.
Freddie moved aside as Ian climbed back onto the bed. Then Ian’s lips were on mine, his breath minty-fresh.
“Was that good?” Ian asked.
“Mm-hmm,” I sighed.
“Were Tony’s fingers good for you?”
I nodded. “Felt good.”
My brain started to turn back on, and a thought came to me. “Did… you make me come like that so…?”
Ian smiled. “If you didn’t like fingers, then a cock, and especially a knot, wouldn’t have been fun for you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He kissed me again. “We love you.”
