Page 23 of High Achiever
“He’s tugging my head down. You think he wants my mouth? Should I suck him while you knot him?”
It was ridiculous. Spencer was more experienced than Ash and Ryder put together, and he was specifically here to helpduring the heat—what did he think they expected from him? But it was also doing things to Ryder’s alpha, the way Spencer turned to him. The way he almost begged for Ryder’s go-ahead.
Ryder had never been so exhausted, so sated, so … pleased. Pleased with his domain. Pleased with the whole fucking universe.
He was probably going to feel like the world’s biggest jackass when he came out of the heat fog, but for now, it was heaven.
“Oh god,” Spencer moaned now. “Ohfuck.”
Despite the arousal thick in his voice, his pheromones had a sharp, stressed edge. Ryder frowned, studying him. They were so close together in the nest Ryder could see a bead of sweat rolling down Spencer’s nose. “Spencer, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You know that, right?”
“I know that.” Spencer threw his head back as Ash rolled his hips at a new angle. “And, I mean, I suited up, but oh fuck.Fuuuuck.”
From Spencer’s pained but pleasured groan, it seemed Ash had finally hit his mark.
“Then why are you freaking out?”
And he was. Spencer had his hands high in the air, like he was afraid to touch Ash even though Ash was now firmly lodged on his dick. “I’m just—I’m not supposed to?—”
Ah. The Noah of it all.
Well, there wasn’t any place for that bullshit during Ash’s heat.
So Ryder rolled to his side and shut Spencer up by shoving his tongue in that pretty, obnoxious mouth.
The other alpha should have tasted like ass by now. They’d spent over twelve hours fucking and sucking and everything else under the sun. But Spencer tasted delicious, like cloves and cinnamon and the faintest hint of Ash’s marshmallow sweetness.
Ryder growled, shifting even closer, his hard cock brushing against Spencer’s hip. Spencer whimpered into Ryder’s kiss, letting Ryder take the lead like he let other alphas kiss him senseless every damn day. Maybe he did. His loud mouth was soft and surprisingly plush. Fucking addictive.
And then there was a hand on Ryder’s forehead, shoving him away. It was Ash, bent over Spencer’s chest, glaring at Ryder like a feral alley cat.
Ryder smirked at him. Ash bared his teeth, then claimed Spencer’s mouth for his own while he rocked his hips with determination.
Ryder laughed, the sound husky and raw with how thirsty he was. Possessive little shit. What a fucking brat.
He let Ash keep his prize but didn’t move any further back. The kiss had done what it had been supposed to do: Spencer had let go of his hang-ups and had his hands on Ash’s hips now, his knees bent and feet flat on the floor, using the leverage to drive up and meet Ash thrust for thrust.
Ryder could see why people went so nuts for his dick or whatever. When Spencer wasn’t freaking out over naked Ash or the implications of fucking Noah’s little brother, he was an easy, generous lover. Enthusiastic and unapologetically dirty.
And Ryder had heard him whispering to Ash earlier about nerve endings. He probably took dick like a champ. Probably grinned that stupid grin—the one where his tongue piercing stuck out between his teeth—while taking ten inches like it was nothing.
He talked too much, yeah, but that was easy to fix with a tongue or a cock in the right place.
And maybe Ryder had to admit that the talking part wasn’t that bad, anyway. It sure as shit got Ash going.
“How does he feel?” Ryder wasn’t sure who he was asking, but it was Spencer who answered.
“So. Fucking. Good.”
Ash had finally released Spencer’s mouth and had his head thrown back as he bounced up and down. Spencer rubbed his thumbs along the crease of Ash’s hips as he crooned, “God, spitfire, you ride dick like you’ve been doing it your whole life.”
See? That wasn’t the worst thing to hear in the bedroom.
Ryder propped his head on his hand and let his other hand drift down to his cock. He brushed the sensitive skin under the head with his thumb, belly muscles clenching with new pleasure. “You like the way he sucks you in?”
“Yes,” Spencer groaned. “Fuck, yes. So slick inside. You—you guys were stressing over nothing. His body’s doing just what it should. Perfect fucking omega.”
Ryder started stroking his cock lazily. He should be too spent to jerk off, but the heat pheromones were doing their job, and his cock was aching from the display in front of him.
