Page 56 of High Achiever
“Next time you’ll come,” Ash told him.
“I don’t doubt it, spitfire.”
And then Spencer was being flipped onto his back, and there was a big, hot, horny alpha looming over him, smelling like deep forest and wicked intentions.
Spencer’s hole clenched, his heart already racing again.
Yeah, he was in for it now.
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RYDER
Ryder took in the sight beneath him with a fierce, singular sort of satisfaction, his cock heavy and aching with pent-up lust. Spencer was sweaty and flushed and hard as granite, staring up at Ryder like he couldn’t believe his own fate.
Ryder couldn’t help it: His inner alpha purred. He’d been aching for this since Ash’s first heat, when he’d bossed Spencer around like he had a right to it and Spencer had just … taken it, submitting to Ryder’s every whim with ease.
There was movement to Ryder’s left—Ryder’s gaze darted over to find Ash turning onto his side and propping his head up on his hand.
“You’re staying?” Ryder asked gruffly.
Ash gave him a sharp smile, though his bright eyes were still heavy-lidded and lazy with satisfaction. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Ryder’s chest warmed. He hadn’t been sure what Ash’s reaction would be after fucking Spencer, if he’d need to retreat on his own as he sometimes did.
What Ryderhadknown was that Spencer and Ash would be fucking gorgeous together, and he’d been right about that. How could they not be? Ash was a force of nature, and Spencer was so fucking game for any sort of pleasure. There had been something primally satisfying about watching them that way, Ryder’s omega and his would-be alpha.
“Hand me the pillow behind you.”
Ash reached behind himself blindly and tossed the pillow at Ryder, and Ryder tucked it under Spencer’s hips. The other alpha was uncharacteristically quiet, watching Ryder with a look that was both vulnerable and expectant.
Ryder leaned in and placed his hands on either side of Spencer’s head. He ran his nose along Spencer’s sweaty cheek, humming at the rich spiced-tea scent. “How are you feeling, pretty baby?”
Spencer’s answer was quiet, if flirtatious. “Super turned on, big guy.”
“You’re up for more?”
Spencer nodded.
Ryder rose back onto his knees. “You’re sure?”
In answer, Spencer lifted his legs and wrapped his hands around his muscular thighs, baring himself to Ryder’s gaze. His hole was reddened and a little puffy and way too inviting. “Please.”
Ryder grunted, unable to tear his eyes away even as he grabbed for the lube, covering and coating himself. He ran a soothing hand up the back of Spencer’s thigh, noting a fine tremor there.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Ryder soothed. “I won’t knot you. Not this time.”
Spencer’s cock jerked in the air, and Ryder grinned to himself. He’d thought Spencer might like that.
Ryder leaned in again, cupping Spencer’s chin. “Come here.”
Spencer lunged forward and parted his lips immediately, and Ryder slipped him his tongue, tasting the minty freshness. Ryder liked that Spencer had brushed his teeth with the toothbrush Ryder and Ash had bought for him. He liked that they’d woken up here all together. He liked this fucking tongue piercing, too, and the way it rubbed against him as they kissed. Ryder needed that piercing on his dick.
Another time.
Spencer hummed happily as Ryder explored his mouth. He clearly liked kissing—they should do it more with him, give him all the making out and heavy petting he could want.
By the time the kiss had turned sloppy and desperate, the two of them licking into each other’s mouths like this might be their last chance to do it, Spencer’s body had relaxed again. He was still holding his legs up and back like the good boy he was, but his muscles weren’t quite as taut or tense.
