Page 41 of High Achiever
“Stop. Talking,” Ash growled.
“Sir, yes, sir.”
As soon asthe car door closed, Ash frantically shoved his jeans and underwear off. He was vaguely aware of Ryder unbuttoning and unzipping and unwrapping a condom, and then there was hard alpha cockright there,waiting for Ash to take it.
Ash scrambled up onto his knees, bending forward to keep from hitting the car ceiling. He dropped down with a grunt. Ryder swore viciously, his hands coming down to grip Ash’s hips.
Ash moaned, long and low.
Oh, thank fucking God.He was finally full. So full. It eased the ache like nothing else.
The cramping he’d been fighting through gave way to a sweet clench, Ash’s inner muscles clamping down like a vise on the cock inside him. Ryder bucked up with a hoarse, “Fuck!”
“Damn, spitfire,” Spencer crooned from the driver’s seat. “You’re really acing the slick thing. I can hear the squelch.”
Ryder kicked at the seat back in front of them, jostling Ash, who moaned out loud.
“Start the fucking car.”
Ash ignored whatever else the two of them said, focused instead on rising to his knees and sinking back down, finding a bouncing rhythm with his hands on Ryder’s shoulders. God, thatwas good. Exactly what he needed, Ryder’s thick cock sawing away at his insides, undoing all that painful twisting.
The car already reeked of forest and spiced tea and charred marshmallow. It wasn’t the same as a nest—it wasn’t dark and soft the way it should be—but at least it was contained, keeping the heady scents exactly where they should be, coating Ash’s skin.
Hotboxing pheromones.
Ash giggled dreamily at the thought. He tucked his head into Ryder’s neck as he rode him, and Ryder’s hands were perfect, guiding Ash up and down on his cock, helping him when he lost his rhythm.
Good alpha.
The car was moving now, Ash was pretty sure. Taking him back home, back to where he could make a real nest.
“How does he feel?” Spencer asked.
“How the fuck do you think?” Ryder barked.
Spencer cackled, slapping at the steering wheel. “You’re like two seconds away from coming, aren’t you?”
Two seconds away from coming, huh? That meant Ash was two seconds away from getting a knot. Fuck, yes. Ash wanted that. He’d be even more full, stretched tight as could be. Something for his hungry insides to suck at.
Ash gave up on bouncing—he wrapped his arms tight around Ryder’s neck and gyrated his hips right where he was, deep and locked together.
“Fuck, bright eyes,” Ryder murmured, fingers clenching hard at Ash’s hips.
“Yesss,” Ash slurred. “That’s right. Fuck me.”
Broad, calloused hands slid under Ash’s shirt, rubbing at his back as he moved. Ash’s clothes were sweat-drenched and way too itchy to bear, but he could just manage the discomfort with Ryder’s fat cock splitting his ass.
The squelching sounds of slick filled the quiet car. Ash’s dick was leaking, adding to the mess, but he didn’t want to touch it, not even to relieve the hot ache in his belly. He wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to do that with a knot filling him up.
“You’re driving like a grandma, pretty boy,” Ryder gritted out, his voice tight with tension. “Fucking get us there.”
“I can’t speed. You’re not wearing seat belts.”
Spencer didn’t exactly sound carefree anymore either. His voice was thick and a little hoarse, and Ash would swear he could smell Spencer’s precum in the air, spiced and sweet.
Ash scrambled off Ryder’s lap, swearing when he thumped his head on the ceiling.
“What the?—”
