Page 22 of High Achiever
Spencer groaned again. “Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He stripped out of his underwear and walked over to them on his knees.
He had a nice fucking cock. Not quite as thick as Ryder’s, but long and girthy enough to make any omega happy, with juicy little veins running along its length.
Ash watched it like a hawk, not even complaining that Ryder had halted his rhythm again.
When Spencer was close enough, Ryder kept one hand on Ash’s hip and grabbed the nape of Spencer’s neck with the other. He dragged him in like that, rubbing his sweaty face into the curve of Spencer’s neck, nuzzling all over his scent glands.
Spencer went limp—just fucking took it—and Ryder’s alpha practically purred.
And why shouldn’t it? Ryder had a gorgeous omega on his cock and a pretty boy alpha in his hands, submitting to him easy as could be.
Ryder knew it was more than that—this was Ash and Spencer, not two random fucks—but the base part of his brain didn’t seem to care. It was all possessive indulgence and feral instinct.
Ryder pushed Spencer away with a gentle nudge and covered Ash with his broad frame again. He was too worked up now to hold back. He was going to knot Ash like he’d promised, going to fill him up and keep him full for hours and hours.
Although, apparently he wasn’t done bossing Spencer around. “Give him your cum after, if he wants it.”
Omegas liked that during a heat, right? Getting a dose of alpha cum down their throats? It was second best to getting a knot. And Ash had two alphas here, so why shouldn’t he get both? He deserved both. He deservedeverything.
Ash moaned his approval at Ryder’s order, pressing back against Ryder’s hips with the sluttiest possible curve to his spine. Ryder drew back and fucked into him with a savage growl, and then that was it—his knot was inflating, catching briefly at Ash’s stretched rim before pushing inside.
The pressure was like nothing else in this world, so warm and so slick, Ash’s inner muscles sucking at Ryder hungrily.
Ryder could barely get enough air to curse. “Fuck.”
Ash wailed, Spencer groaned, and then Ryder could smell it—alpha cum in the air.
“Give it to him,” he ordered, more of a gasp than a bark this time, his body too busy shuddering with the overwhelming pleasure of his knot squeezing and spurting inside his omega to do something as unnecessary as take in more oxygen.
And then Spencer did the filthiest thing he could have done: He sucked his own cum off one hand and grabbed Ash’s face with the other, feeding his spend to the omega with his tongue. Ash moaned weakly—he’d gone limp when Ryder’s knot had inflated—but still met the kiss hungrily, licking into Spencer’s mouth like Spencer was offering him fucking ambrosia.
And Ryder’s inner alpha didn’t just purr this time—it howled.
“Ryder! Hey, Ryder!”
The whisper-yell woke Ryder from his exhausted doze. Every muscle was sore, his whole body wrung out like a dirty dish towel.
They were still in Ash’s nest, the one Spencer had fixed for him so effortlessly. Ryder had fallen asleep while still inside Ash after the third—or was it the fourth?—knot.
It was maybe the middle of the night, possibly a little earlier than that. It was hard to tell, but they’d been going at it for hours already; Ryder knew that much.
“Ryder!”
Ryder opened his eyes. The lamp in the corner was on, and he could see that Ash was straddling Spencer, who was flat on hisback in the nest. Ash had both hands on Spencer’s chest, and he was rocking back and forth, growling in frustration.
“What’s—” Ryder licked dry lips. He probably would have passed out from dehydration already if Spencer hadn’t been on top of making him and Ash drink water every now and then. Still, he was parched. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s trying to—” Spencer gestured at Ash, who was clearly working hard to get Spencer’s hard dick inside him hands-free. “I mean, should I let him?”
Ryder yawned. “If he wants you to fuck him, then fuck him.” He could smell the rich caramel scent of Ash’s slick in full force—it wasn’t like Spencer was going to hurt him or anything. “He probably wants your knot, yeah? He hasn’t had it yet.”
Ash had sure as shit had everything else. In addition to demanding Ryder’s knot over and over the second the damn thing deflated, he’d had Spencer’s mouth and hands working to pleasure him nonstop. He’d also had Spencer’s cock down his throat, tickling his damn tonsils, when Ash had sucked it down like it was going to disappear if he didn’t swallow it whole.
Fuck, Ash was a greedy little thing during his heat. Demanding. Fierce. Probably the sexiest fucking omega Ryder could imagine.
And then there was Spencer. Spencer, who—with Ash lost in the daze of heat pheromones—seemed to think it was Ryder he needed permission from for every new step. He’d go from spewing the filthiest dirty talk Ryder had ever heard to asking whether he was allowed to have a boner.
“He’s trying to swallow my cock. Is that— Is that okay, you think?”
