Page 53 of Gamers' Omega

Every nerve in my body lit up with pleasure, no matter how far it was from Ian’s touch. My hips bucked forward in an attempt to get even more stimulation where I needed it.

Ian kissed my shoulder as I started fucking his hand. “That’s it. Let yourself feel good.”

I moaned, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut as I gave in. I rocked my hips, fully chasing my pleasure.

“So gorgeous,” Ian murmured, settling his free hand on my side. “Your expression is beautiful.”

“Ian…” I whined.

“What do you need?” he asked.

“I… I don’t…”

He made a noise of understanding and responded by adding a bit of a twist to each stroke.

I shouted in surprise as the added stimulation rocketed me close to the edge.

“Like that?” Ian asked.

I tried to respond, but no words came out, only a noise of pleasure.

Ian chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

A roar managed to cut through my pleasure haze. I opened my eyes to see Beck had driven himself deep into Tony and had clearly knotted.

Beck fucked Tony with his knot until the other alpha came, then Freddie had his third orgasm of the night as Tony’s knot locked into place.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Ian asked. “Now it’s your turn.”

He gave another twist at the end of the stroke, and my focus snapped back to his hand on my dick and how good it felt.

“Don’t hold back, Eric,” Ian murmured with another kiss to my shoulder. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

Somehow, that was what I needed to hear. I was safe with them.

I could be vulnerable.

I cried out as pleasure overwhelmed me—my dick pulsing as I came. My toes curled, and I reached back and dug my fingers into Ian’s thighs to find some kind of purchase.

“Beautiful,” Ian said as my orgasm continued.

Time had no meaning as pleasure continued to course through me. I could have been in that place of bliss for seconds or years, but it didn’t matter.

I was there with the men I was starting to love.

Soft growls and words of praise welcomed me back as I came down from the high, and I slumped against Ian’s chest when my muscles protested work.

Ian kissed the back of my head and tightened his free arm around me. He held me in silence for a couple of minutes before speaking. “How are you feeling?”

I hummed. “Good… tired.”

He chuckled and shifted. “Let’s get you laid down then.”

“But…” I weakly motioned to my dick and his cum-covered hand.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get us cleaned up.”

Ian steadied me as I laid down, then he scooted off the bed. He disappeared into the en suite, and soon the sound of running water filtered from the open door. He reemerged a moment later with a towel draped over one arm. He crawled across the mattress and leaned in for a kiss before kneeling beside me.