Gamers’ Omega (Gimme MMMMMore #5)

Chapter 8 - 3

“You-you’d be open to it?”

“Yes, and while I can’t speak for them, I imagine the others would too. We all top, we all bottom. You’re our equal, so why would we treat you differently?”

“What if I don’t want to bottom?”

“Then you don’t want to bottom. Sex is only fun when everybody’s enjoying themselves.”

I sighed, closed my eyes, and relaxed against him.

Ian rubbed my back with the towel, but it took me several seconds to realize that I was still soaking wet. I jumped back and saw a large spot on his shirt.

“Sorry,” I whined. “I didn’t mean…”

Ian laughed. “It’s just water. I’ll put on a new shirt while you get dressed. No harm done.”

“Ok.”

“Come on,” he murmured. “Put on some comfy PJs and don’t worry about tonight. We’re prepared to follow your lead.”

I nodded and held the towel as he released me. I finished drying off, then we walked out of the bathroom, him veering to the master bedroom while I crossed to the guest room. A few minutes later we were all seated at the dining table.

Freddie was seated on my left, and he reached over to hold my hand. The gesture was simple but conveyed more than words could. He was checking in with me, just as the others had.

I squeezed his fingers and we shared a smile before joining the conversation the others were having.

The topic was gloriously mundane: the guys were talking about how their days went. Even better, they paid attention and were engaged in each other’s jobs. Beck would ask Ian about specific elements of a project. Tony chatted about his favorite comments left on Beck’s most recent article.

The craving was back. This was a level of normalcy I never knew I needed—four people clearly in love, not showing it through grand gestures, but by simply caring for each other every day.

I was quickly pulled into the conversation, and it soothed something in my soul. It was like Ian had said: I was their equal.

Things were blissfully domestic once we finished eating. Tony and Ian washed dishes while Beck spent some time with Pico. Freddie and I discussed upcoming movies and what we were most excited to see.

Things slowly converged. The sound of work dimmed from the kitchen, then stopped as Ian and Tony joined us. Beck put Pico back into his cage, praising the bird as he did.

Then everything was on me. We could have a nice night in, cuddling to a movie. Or I could watch the alphas pleasure each other.

I swallowed, then blew out a long breath. “I… want to discuss something first.”

“What’s up?” Beck asked, tugging me over to the couch and onto his lap.

I smiled and rested in his embrace. “I want this tonight,” I started. “But… I might want more.”

“What do you mean?” Freddie asked.

“It felt so good when Ian touched me the other day. I don’t know if I’ll want that, but I want it to be on the table.”

“Ok,” Tony replied. “Do you want just hands? Mouths?”

“Hands only,” I answered, somehow managing to keep my voice steady. “And only my dick.”

“And only if you ask for it,” Freddie stated.

I nodded.

Beck kissed my temple, then he slid his fingers beneath my chin and guided my face to meet his lips.

I sighed as his tongue slid against mine, and shivered when his free hand dipped beneath my shirt.

He shifted, moved the other arm beneath my knees, and I gasped when he stood, cradling me to his chest.

I flung my arms around his neck, holding on as he secured his grip. Then he carried me down the hall to the master bedroom.

I’d only gotten glimpses into the room before, so I’d never fully appreciated the size of their bed. It stretched from one wall to the other. What appeared to be a custom-built shelf headboard took the place of nightstands, holding lamps, a few books, and charging stations for phones.

Beck set me on the edge of the bed. I kicked off my slippers, then scooted back as the others piled on.

I was quickly pulled into the mix as everybody started kissing and touching each other. Shirts were discarded, but while the guys were all grabbing each other’s asses and crotches, they kept their hands above the belt for me.

Of course, that didn’t mean that I wasn’t already hard as a rock. My dick ached in my pants, begging to be released. The sight of my four alphas, the growls, the way they praised each other, the combined scents of their arousal—it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

And I was right there with them.

Freddie’s cock was the first to make an appearance when Ian pushed the other alpha’s pants down. It was long and slender, with a slight swell at the base where his knot was.

My mouth went dry as I stared at it, and I squirmed as a bit of slick escaped. I’d seen alpha cocks while watching porn, but never one that might someday be inside me.

How would it feel? Would I like it?

Ian pushed Freddie onto his back, then pulled Freddie’s pants the rest of the way off. Ian shimmied out of his pants, and my breath quickened when Ian’s cock sprang free. It was shorter than Freddie’s but appeared to have a larger girth.

I scooted back against the wall to get out of the way.

Ian covered Freddie, grinding their cocks together as they kissed, then he started down Freddie’s body.

Freddie arched under Ian’s attention, growling as Ian tugged on his nipples with his teeth. Then Ian made it to Freddie’s cock.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” Ian stated right before he licked Freddie’s length.

“Fuck!” Freddie shouted, hands curling into the sheets as he forced himself to remain still.

A moan caught my attention, and I turned to see Beck and Tony, pants pushed down and stroking each other while they kissed.

“Ian…” Freddie groaned, and I turned back to see that Ian had Freddie’s cock in his mouth and had started bobbing.

Freddie’s expression was gorgeous, his lips parted and head thrown back. But it was Ian’s face that transfixed me. His lips were tight around Freddie’s length, but it was still clear that he was enjoying himself.

I’d always thought that alphas sucked cock to get an omega pliant and ready to be fucked—something necessary to get to their end goal. But Ian looked like he was already satisfied.

“I like sucking alpha cock…” Tony had told his gaming friends only hours earlier. Maybe they hadn’t been just words to explain the relationship. Hell, the night my fantasies had started, Ian had complained that the reason he hadn’t been able to suck off Freddie was because Tony was already doing it.

Freddie moaned again as Ian switched from bobbing to licking his length—drawing his tongue up one side, swirling it around the head, then down the other side.

I reached down to adjust myself and whimpered at how sensitive my dick was. I couldn’t remember ever being so hard, and after several attempts to get comfortable, decided it was better to get rid of my pants than fight it.

Everybody else was already naked, so it was odd for me to still be dressed anyway.

A snick caught my attention. I followed the sound to see that Ian had one hand held out and that Tony had stopped stroking Beck long enough to pour lube on Ian’s fingers.

Realization washed over me. We’d discussed it, but some part of me hadn’t believed it: I was about to watch one alpha fuck another.

Ian’s lube-coated hand disappeared between Freddie’s legs, then Freddie let out a long deep growl that hit some deep instinct within me.

More slick started to coat my entrance, and my omega side insisted that I present myself for breeding.

“That’s right,” Ian rumbled, pulling his mouth from Freddie’s cock. “Let me hear how much you like it.”

“God, Ian,” Freddie moaned. “Don’t tease.”

Ian chuckled and kissed the length of Freddie’s cock. “Who says I’m teasing? I’m just enjoying this.”

Freddie growled, reached down with one hand, and grabbed a fistful of Ian’s hair. Ian laughed and licked a stripe up the underside of Freddie’s cock before sucking him down again.

The tone shifted, and it was clear why Freddie had complained about Ian teasing. Ian moaned and growled as Freddie fucked his mouth, swallowing and keeping Freddie’s cock deep in his throat.

“Fuck!” Freddie shouted, arching off the bed.

Ian chuckled but didn’t let up. I could just see his hand moving where it disappeared between Freddie’s asscheeks, and I realized that he was playing with his sweet spot.

Freddie’s breathing became ragged as Ian relentlessly drove him toward orgasm, and I briefly wondered what it would be like to have somebody so focused on my pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” Freddie begged. “Don’t stop…”

Ian growled again, and that seemed to be all that Freddie needed. His body tensed, his hips lifting against Ian; his balls pulsed, and Ian swallowed at the same pace.

Freddie slumped to the mattress, and Ian took his time licking the remaining spend from Freddie’s length. Then Ian crawled back up Freddie’s body and kissed him.

My hand drifted to my dick. I hissed as my fingers drifted over the head, but there was relief too.

I glanced over to where Tony and Beck were. They’d shifted, with Tony’s back against Beck’s chest. Beck was slowly stroking Tony’s cock, and saying something that I couldn’t hear but seemed to have the desired effect as Tony reached back and dragged Beck’s head forward into a kiss.

“Are you ready for me?” Ian asked, pulling my attention back to him and Freddie.

Freddie nodded and lifted his hips.

My breath caught in my throat as Ian slid his arms beneath Freddie’s legs, and rested his calves on his shoulders. He leaned in, bracing himself with one hand while stroking his cock with the other, coating it in lube.

“Gonna get you all sloppy for Tony,” Ian growled. “Do you want that? All fucked out and full of my cum when he takes his turn?”

“Yes…” Freddie breathed.

Ian lined himself up, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he slowly sank into Freddie.

“You feel so good,” Ian rumbled as he fully sheathed himself. “I love the way you take me.”

Freddie propped himself on an elbow and reached up to tug Ian into a kiss. “I love you too. Now, fuck me.”

“Slow and sweet, right?” Ian teased.

“I want your cock hitting the back of my teeth.”

Ian smiled against Freddie’s lips, then rolled his hips.

Freddie fell back to the mattress with a long moan and his hands curled into the comforter.

Ian knelt, grabbed Freddie’s ankles, pulled out, and slammed back in.

Freddie roared in pleasure, and the sound sent shivers up my spine.

“Look at that,” Beck murmured, catching my attention. He was still stroking Tony’s cock while the other alpha stared at Ian and Freddie. “Freddie’s going to be fucked out, just the way you like him.”

Tony growled low in his throat.

“Ready for me to prep you?

Tony nodded, reached over, and snagged the bottle of lube. He handed it back to Beck, who had to release Tony’s cock to drizzle some on his free hand. Then Beck was working Tony with both hands, one on his cock, the other disappearing between Tony’s asscheeks.

I swallowed. They hadn’t been off to the side doing something tamer, they’d been waiting their turn. And it sounded like Freddie was going to take Tony as well, which appealed to my omega side.

What would it feel like to take them one after another? Omegas—especially in heat— were made to go multiple rounds. Would I enjoy taking them like that, still fucked out from the man before?

I groaned at the thought and tightened my fingers around my dick. The prospect of sex hurting still terrified me, but watching my alphas pleasure each other helped.

My alphas… When had I started thinking of them like that? But it was true, they were my alphas. They accepted my boundaries. They looked for ways to uplift me. They treated me as an equal.

For the first time, I could imagine spending the rest of my life with them. I could see myself having kids with them.

I could see myself calling them my mates.

A shout of pleasure interrupted my thoughts. Freddie was jerking himself, ribbons of cum shooting from his cock onto his stomach. Ian’s expression was strained, clearly holding himself back as he fucked Freddie through his orgasm.

The moment Ian lost control was beautiful. He threw his head back and let out a long moan as he held himself deep. I could just see his balls pulsing as he came.

Ian slumped as his orgasm passed. He let Freddie’s legs down and sort of shimmied into a position that was comfortable while he was knotted inside the other man.

It was wonderfully intimate—proof that there was so much more to sex than the physical act. They’d helped each other reach that point of pure pleasure, and it was so much better because it was shared.

I wanted to experience that.

I crawled across the bed, stopping beside Ian. I kissed his shoulder.

Ian turned and gave me a lopsided smile. “Doing ok, Sweetheart? It’s not too much, is it?”

I nodded. “I’m good.”

“Good.” He reached over and drew me into a kiss.

There was a different flavor to the kiss, and I realized that I was tasting the remnants of Freddie’s spend on Ian’s lips.

I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not, but it was also hot.

I scooted over to kiss Freddie, who seemed almost drunk from pleasure.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Freddie murmured.

“Me too.”

He hummed. “Feels right with you.”

I kissed him again, smiling against his lips. Then I shuffled over to Tony and Beck.

Tony was growly as he pulled me in for a kiss, and something about that thrilled me. The rumbling vibration against my lips was incredible, a sensation I’d never known I needed. He was so turned on that he was struggling to control himself, and growling was something he couldn’t contain. It was a strange testament to his strength.

Beck leaned toward me as I shifted to him, but kept working Tony. I closed the distance and sighed as our tongues played.

I noticed Beck’s cock, hard and straining as I pulled back from the kiss, and realized he hadn’t been touched since he’d started focusing on prepping Tony. His shaft was long, but not overly thick, with a slight swell where his knot would be.

I started to reach for it, then pulled my hand back.

“It’s ok,” Beck murmured. “You can touch.”

“A-are you sure?”

He nodded. “Hands only though. I don’t want you doing anything more than you already said you might be comfortable with.”

“Ok.”

I reached out and drew my fingers up his length. The taut skin was silky smooth, a contrast to the hardness it contained.

Beck hissed in a breath, and his cock jumped.

I startled and pulled back.

“It’s ok,” he murmured. “That felt good.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

I settled my hand on Beck’s cock again, stroking lightly.

His eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted on a soft moan.

Encouraged, I held him a bit firmer as I gave him another stroke. “Is this ok?”

He hummed and nodded. “You can go tighter if you put a little lube on your hand.”

I blinked several times, then looked around. I spotted the bottle on the mattress and snagged it. I poured a bit of the clear liquid onto my fingers, then wrapped my hand around Beck’s cock again.

Beck made a startled hiss that made me freeze.

“Cold,” he chuckled.

“Sorry.”

He smiled and leaned over for a kiss. “It’s ok.”

“We’ve all done it,” Tony rumbled from where Beck was still working him. “Get impatient and forget to let it warm…”

“Oh.”

Beck rolled his hips, and I shivered at the way his cock moved through my grip.

“Mmmmm, that feels good,” he murmured.

I swallowed and started stroking again. I tried to remember what felt good when I jerked myself so that I could do that for Beck. I added a twist every couple of strokes and alternated between firm and light touches. Soon I was rewarded with soft growls from the gentle alpha.

I was doing that. I was bringing him pleasure.

It was a powerful feeling.

“Not too much more,” Beck said after a few minutes. “Ian’s knot should go down any time. Tony loves being fucked while fucking, and I don’t want to come too quickly.”

“Ok,” I replied, surprised at my disappointment. Part of me had wanted to make him come.

Beck gave me a soft smile. “I’ll let you play with it all you want another time.”

I nodded, gave him a few more strokes, then scooted back to where I’d been sitting against the wall.

Ian let out a long moan a couple of minutes later as his knot released. He leaned in to kiss Freddie, then crawled over to me. He slumped against the wall.

“You ok?” I asked.

He gave me a lopsided grin. “Fantastic. It’s just a workout to fuck Freddie as hard as he likes. Worth it though.”

I glanced over to see Tony kissing and grinding on Freddie. “Does he want it that hard from Tony too?”

Ian chuckled. “Not necessarily. He’s always a bit loopy at this point, but he still likes it hard. Tony gets a bit of a break though, cause when we do things like this, he’s being fucked by Beck at the same time.”

“Do things like this?”

“Mm-hmm. Sometimes it’s only two or three of us together. Sometimes when it’s all of us we end up in pairs. It just depends on the day. Nights like this are intense, so are kind of a treat. Having you here tonight is also a treat, so it worked out.”

“This isn’t normal?”

He laughed. “It is, but it’s not everyday normal. But what’s the point of giving you a show if it’s going to be tame? Especially since this might be a one-time thing.”

I thought about it for several seconds. “I guess that makes sense.”

“You’re not regretting it, are you?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Good.”

Tony had stopped grinding on Freddie. He rolled the other alpha over, spread his legs, and a growl of pleasure echoed through the room as he plunged his cock deep.

Freddie moaned as Tony started pistoning; clawing at the sheets and lifting his hips for a better angle.

I noticed a squelching sound, and I exhaled sharply when I realized that it was because Ian had already come inside Freddie before Tony started fucking him.

I wondered what it felt like—to already be drunk on pleasure from coming repeatedly, and still be able to take more. It would probably be amazing during my heat, when no matter how many times I jerked off I was never satisfied—when it hurt a bit more each cycle from not getting what my body needed.

Beck moved in and started fingering Tony’s ass. “You want it, don’t you—my cock stuffed in your hole while you fuck Freddie.”

“Fuck me,” Tony growled. “Make me knot him.”

Beck hummed and shifted behind Tony. He grabbed one hip, used his free hand to line himself up, and slowly pushed inside.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Tony moaned.

Beck chuckled, then paused once he was fully sheathed. He leaned in to kiss Tony’s shoulder. “You good?”

Tony nodded.

Beck leaned in, one hand on the mattress, and started thrusting.

Freddie moaned as the motion forced Tony deeper.

They quickly fell into what appeared to be a familiar rhythm. Tony mostly set the pace, with Beck giving that last bit of oomph every time he bottomed out.

The desire to know what that felt like had returned. My dick strained for attention.

Everything was so much more intense than I could have imagined. There was porn, then there was being in the room. Porn was sight and sound—it didn’t capture the body heat or the smells of sweat and arousal. It could never give me the taste of Freddie’s spend on my lips.

Slick coated the inside of my thighs—something that usually only happened when I was in heat. I fisted my dick, stroking it for any sort of relief, but it wasn’t enough.

Tony and Beck were moving faster, synchronized so that Tony bottomed out in Freddie just before Beck slammed home. The growls and moans made it clear that the three of them were nearing that precipice.

I whined. Everything in me demanded… something. Pure physical need that I didn’t know how to handle.

“Eric?” Ian asked, shifting over. “You ok?”

Alpha…

My mind latched onto the fact that Ian was an alpha, and an alpha could give me what I needed.

“Touch me,” I begged.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.”

“Ok. Kneel for me, Sweetheart. It’ll be easier if you’re on your knees rather than sitting against the wall.”

I scrambled to my knees while Ian reached over and snagged the bottle of lube. Then he settled behind me, his half-hard cock pressed against my lower back. He drizzled some lube into his hand, held still for several seconds, carefully reached for my dick, and wrapped his fingers around it.

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.

He started with my hands, using the warm moist towel to clean the lube from them. After that, he cleaned off my stomach and was gentle as he wiped the cum from around my dick.

“Eric?” he asked.

“Hmmm?”

“You’re covered in slick. Is it ok if I clean it?”

I blinked in confusion, then understood his meaning. Wiping off my slick would mean he’d be potentially touching my entrance. “I… uh…”

Ian leaned in to kiss me again. “How about I wipe your thighs clean? You won’t be uncomfortable elsewhere until you can shower, will you?”

I smiled. “Thank you. Thighs are fine. I’ll be ok. It’s just slick.”

“Ok.”

I hummed as Ian worked, and started to drift off as a deep relaxation settled over me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so completely sated after an orgasm.

Had I ever been?

I was almost asleep by the time Ian finished. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he returned to the bathroom, then brought another towel to the bed—which he handed to Beck.

Ian slid up beside me and tugged covers over both of us before tucking me against his chest.

The sounds of the others cleaning up followed me to my dreams.