Page 92 of Gamers' Omega
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~November~
I shivered under the blankets.
I vaguely recalled kicking off most of the covers earlier because I’d been hot, but that was apparently before a cold front had moved in.
The heater seemed to be working hard, and I could hear the air through the vent. But that didn’t help when I had no way to retain that heat.
I shifted, trying to grab the covers I’d kicked off without waking anybody. Unfortunately, they’d moved out of reach.
“Eric?” Freddie mumbled as I inched my way down the mattress. “You ok?”
“Shit, sorry,” I whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I threw off the blankets because I was hot. Now I’m cold.”
He moved, somehow managed to snag the blankets I couldn’t reach, and pulled them over me again. Then he tugged me into his embrace.
“Youarecold,” he whispered, rubbing my arms.
“I’ll be ok,” I protested. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You’re fine,” he said with a kiss to my back. Then he pressed an erection against my ass. “But what if I suggested a faster way to warm up?”
I moaned. My hormones had been raging, and my mates took full advantage of it to make me come as often as possible.
“Is that a yes?” he teased.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Can I fuck your thighs, or do you just want me to play with your cock?”
“Thigh-fucking sounds nice.”
He kissed my shoulder. “I thought you might say that. You’ve liked it a lot recently.”
“Feels good,” I mumbled, already starting to drift off again as the blankets warmed me.
He chuckled. “Are you sure you want it? It sounds like you’re about to fall asleep.”
I wiggled my ass against his cock. “It’ll help me sleep.”
“Mmm, well I guess that settles it.”
Freddie shifted—grabbing things from the headboard. First I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then the snick of the lube being opened.
“You’re wearing a condom?” I asked, spreading my legs so that he could slick up my thighs.
He kissed my shoulder. “Thought you might not want to sleep with cum on your legs or end up in a wet spot.”
“And the lube is ok?” I teased.
He laughed softly. “It’s easier to clean up, at least in my opinion. Most of the time you barely stir when I wipe it off.”
I chuckled. “Fair enough.”
