Page 83 of Gamers' Omega

I opened my eyes to see Freddie handing Ian a washcloth. I sighed at the warmth as Ian wiped my cum from my stomach. “You warmed it for me?”

“Of course,” Freddie replied. “One of us tries to warm one for any of us though, if we think about it. It’s nicer than a cold wipe.”

“And yet my suggestion of getting a warmer is always shot down,” Tony huffed.

“It’s just something extra to plug in,” Beck argued. “Meanwhile the water heater is close enough it takes almost no time to get hot in the sink.”

“You’ll see it my way eventually,” Tony grumbled.

“Maybe when we’re old and getting to the bathroom is more difficult,” Ian retorted. Then he patted my hip. “Turn over for me?”

I managed to flop over onto my stomach and moaned softly as Ian used the warm cloth on the globes of my ass and between my thighs.

I started to spread for him, but he put a hand on my calf as he handed Freddie the washcloth.

“Keep your legs closed, Sweetheart,” he rumbled. “I’m going to straddle you.”

I closed my legs again and shivered when Ian let out a long growl.

Ian swung one leg over my thighs, then ran his hand over my ass, squeezing and separating the cheeks. The combined scents of cum and my slick perfumed the air.

“This is a beautiful thing to see,” he said. “You drunk on pleasure, your hole open from use. So much cum that you can’t keep it all in.”

I moaned softly.

“Do you need more lube?” he asked, trailing a finger to my hole and running it along the rim.

“I-I don’t think so,” I replied, shivering from how sensitive I was to his touch.

“Ok,” he murmured. Then he leaned in and guided his cock to my entrance. “Slow and easy. Just relax and let me make you come.”

“Huh?” I started, but the sound turned into a moan as Ian slid inside.

“Mmmm,” he breathed as he bottomed out. “You feel so good.”

“Alpha…”

He kissed my back and started rolling his hips.

I bucked into the movement, needing him harder and faster. However, our position meant that he was in control. I whined, trying to thrust against him.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “Just relax. We’ll get there.”

I whimpered, but he shifted and the length of his cock trailed across my sweet spot.

A long moan escaped and my fingers curled into the bedspread.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

Ian kept his pace slow, murmuring words of praise as his cock dragged in and out of me. Every few thrusts he’d angle himself so that he’d graze my sweet spot, and that seemed to be enough to keep me from bucking under him.

My pleasure built differently with Ian’s pace. Where the others had been driving, forcing me to the edge, with him it was like the cliff eroded towards me. My orgasm had seemed something on a distant horizon, but each thrust brought it inevitably closer. It was relentless. There was no running from or denying it. I was going to come, and I was going to come hard.

“You need it, don’t you, Sweetheart?” Ian growled. “Your body is begging me for release.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

He nipped my shoulder. “Don’t hold back.”