Page 86 of High Achiever
“Please. I’m ready. I swear.”
Spencer clenched around Ryder’s fingers, like that was some sort of proof, and maybe that was the trick after all, because Ryder let out a low grunt and a heavy breath. “Okay, pretty baby,” he sighed. “We’ll do it your way.”
Spencer almost sobbed in relief as Ryder withdrew his fingers. The other alpha wiped his hand carelessly on the blanket and grabbed the lube. Spencer could hear the sounds of him coating his cock. He might’ve liked to watch, but he didn’t think he could move at the moment. Ryder had been edging him for what felt like an eternity, stretching and licking and fingering. He wouldn’t let Spencer come, either, insisting he’d be too oversensitive for his first knot.
Spencer couldn’t tell anymore if Ryder was overly cautious or a secret sadist. It was really fifty-fifty at this point.
Spencer shifted on his knees. His hole was clenching on air after so much attention, and his vulnerable position was only adding to the heat pooling in his belly.
They were both naked on the floor of the bedroom, on top of a pile of blankets, even though Ash and Ryder had bought the bigger bed already, as promised. But Ryder had seemed to want a sort of mock nest for this trial run, presumably for authenticity.
Or maybe the thought of fucking Spencer senseless on the floor made him hot.
It certainly madeSpencerhot.
One big hand landed on Spencer’s hip, and then the fat head of Ryder’s alpha cock was notching at Spencer’s entrance.
“Ready?”
“Fuck, yes,” Spencer sighed. “So ready.”
He held his breath as Ryder pushed forward. With Ash on birth control and the three of them exclusive, they’d done away with condoms, and Spencer would swear he could feel each juicy vein of Ryder’s thick dick as he filled him.
And god, maybe Spencer should have let him add more fingers after all, because how the fuck was he supposed to take a knot on top of all this?
Ryder pressed his hand down on Spencer’s back, coaxing him into a deeper arch. He caressed Spencer’s spine, then moved up to grab Spencer’s shoulder, locking him in place in order to fuck into him with slow, steady strokes.
Spencer wanted to sob. It was fucking amazing after all that teasing, to be filled over and over, Ryder’s length and girth getting to every sensitive spot inside him.
“Fuck,” Ryder hissed.
“I feel good?” Spencer asked breathlessly.
Ryder let out a low, hitched laugh. “You know you do.”
Well, when did a good fucking not feel good? But Spencer’s face went all hot at the compliment anyway, and he let his head hang between his shoulders as he rocked into Ryder’s thrusts. His dick was in agony, aching for some kind of friction, but Spencer let it be. Ryder had a point about the oversensitivity.
So Spencer let the suffering mingle with the pleasure, the desperation for relief mixed with the hot glide of Ryder inside him, the lewd sounds and the panting breaths. Their pheromones were heavy in the air, Ryder’s thick, woodsy scenteasily overpowering Spencer’s spices. Maybe that should have pissed off Spencer’s inner alpha, to be conquered like that, but it only made him want to purr.
Helikedbeing weighed down by Ryder. Surrounded by his scent. He liked it almost as much as he liked the feel of Ryder’s hands on him, the heavy grip holding him in place.
A particularly brutal thrust had Spencer keening, and Ryder swore again, low and soft. His thrusts grew faster and shallower. Spencer whined, fighting the irresistible urge to grab his dick and get himself off. Maybe one day he’d figure out how to come hands-free, let Ryder’s fat cock get him there like Ash could do.
“S’fucking amazing,” Spencer slurred.
Ryder let out a low, harsh sound, and then he was pulling at Spencer’s hips, forcing him back until he was sitting upright on Ryder’s lap, stuffed full of cock with his back against Ryder’s chest.
Ryder shuddered, holding Spencer down hard and biting at his shoulder with blunt teeth. Heat burst inside Spencer, and then Ryder was swelling, growing bigger and bigger within Spencer’s walls.
Spencer opened his mouth in a silent scream. The intensity was almost painful. Almost. It was just … somuch. Like no part of Spencer was left untouched, inside or out. Like every bit of himself had been claimed.
He could come like this. He wasgoingto come like this.
The front door slammed, and they both went rigid. Too late for Ryder, but the wave of Spencer’s impending orgasm receded, leaving his hard cock bobbing red and angry in the air.
Fucking edged again.
But that was Ash’s marshmallow scent drifting in, wasn’t it? His telltale speedy footsteps coming their way, the sound of a backpack being shucked to the floor.
