Page 74 of Gamers' Omega
“Hold on,” Freddie said.
I froze, wondering what I’d done wrong. Then there was a snick, and his fingers at my entrance.
“Just a bit more lube,” he explained. “You’ve got plenty of slick, but better safe than sorry.” Then his fingers works around mine as he added lube to Beck’s cock as well.
“Ok,” he said with another kiss on my back. “Just go slow. Take your time. Listen to your body.”
I nodded and lowered myself onto Beck’s cock. The stretch was more than I expected, but between Tony and Freddie, I’d been prepped enough that I took the head ok.
“Breathe,” Beck urged. “You’re ok, but you need to breathe.”
I took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then blew it out.
“One more,” Beck murmured.
I nodded, took another breath, then started moving again.
“That’s it,” Beck encouraged. “Slow and steady.”
It felt weird having a cock in my ass—good, but weird. And the more I took, the more my body craved.
My hips rocked faster. I needed my alpha inside me. Every nerve demanded it.
I winced at a stretch. Beck’s cock was deeper than Tony’s fingers had been.
I rocked again and felt the sting of another stretch.
My mates had said it might sting. Micah had said that it might sting. They’d all said it would pass. I just needed to move past it.
I whimpered at another sting.
“Stop!” Beck ordered, alpha growl adding authority to the command. He grabbed my hips and held me in place.
My lip quivered as I fought for breath.
“Look at me,” Beck demanded.
I forced myself to meet his gaze, even as tears started gathering in my eyes.
Beck smiled softly. “I’m not going to let you hurt yourself, Sweetheart.” The harsh tone was gone from his voice. “Do you want me out?”
I shook my head.
“Ok,” he murmured. “We’re going to breathe again. Just stay still until your body is used to it, then you can take a bit more. If you have to move, then don’t go any deeper. Ok?”
I swallowed and took a shuddering breath. After several seconds my body demanded I move, so I rolled my hips but forced myself to not take any more of Beck’s cock.
“That’s it,” he praised. “You’re not used to it. Don’t be afraid to take your time. Pushing yourself faster than you can adjust is how you get hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
He smiled. “Don’t be. We want you moaning and crying, but from pleasure, not pain. And we’ve all been through a first time bottoming. It’s weird, and it stings, maybe even hurts a little bit. But all that goes away if you take the time to let your body figure out what to do.”
Freddie kissed my shoulder. “He’s right. No need to rush.”
I focused on breathing and keeping myself from taking any more of Beck’s cock for a couple of minutes—until everything started feeling good again.
“Better?” Beck asked when I let out a breathy sigh.
