Spencer nodded, his head hanging between his shoulders. “Please.”
Ash drew back gingerly, then slid back in without waiting a beat, like he couldn’t wait to get back inside. “God.”
“Yeah,” Spencer agreed stupidly. He’d forgotten how intense it could be, to be filled with cock like this. Maybe not an alpha cock, but Jesus Christ, it still felt nice. And Spencer could swear Ash’s scent was growing stronger, too, his charred marshmallow sweetness mixing thickly with Ryder’s sharpening cedar scent. The combination was making Spencer’s head spin.
Ash wasn’t shy once he’d started either. He slammed into Spencer, pounding into him like he was chasing his release as fast as he could. Spencer could only be grateful it was an omega fucking him, or he might not be able to walk tomorrow.
Would have been worth it though.
As it was, all Spencer could do was take it, desperate moans escaping his lips while his cock bucked with every thrust. He should have known Ash would be ferocious.
Ash’s hands roamed over Spencer in a way that felt proprietary. All over his back. His hips. His ass. “So fucking pretty.”
Spencer’s stomach clenched, tight and hot. He liked the way they praised him, Ash and Ryder both. Like they didn’t take it for granted. Like they wanted him to know how much they were genuinely pleased by him. If Spencer had the ability to make slick, it would be gushing right about now.
His gaze slipped over to Ryder. The other alpha had his cock out now, and he was stroking it languidly while he watched them. His eyes darted between Spencer on his knees and Ash above him, like he couldn’t settle on looking at just one.
Ryder wasn’t goading or instructing either. He was letting Ash have this, his first time topping.
Hopefully not the last.
Except no, Spencer shouldn’t think about that. This wasn’t long-term. This was … This was …
Ash pushed on Spencer’s back, pressing Spencer’s chest flat to the mattress and hiking his hips up even higher as he drove into him mercilessly.Fuck. Spencer moaned brokenly. This angle was … He was going to …
“Shit,” Ash groaned. “Gonna come.Fuck.”
Yes. Fuck, yes. Spencer wanted Ash to come inside him. He wished there wasn’t a stupid fucking condom in the way. He bet Ash would gush like a geyser, fill him up so good.
“Fuck!” Ash yelled one last time, his hips stuttering, pressing Spencer down as he draped over his back.
Spencer swore. He was torn between jerking himself and coming right here and now and waiting for Ryder to come take his due. But he wanted—he needed?—
He shoved a hand between his legs, wrapping his fingers around himself.
Ryder’s deep voice rang out. “Don’t.” Spencer froze. “Save it for me.”
Spencer dropped his hand with a whimper, lowering onto his belly, Ash’s weight on top of him.
“Mean,” Ash commented mildly, though his voice had a shaky quality. He withdrew from Spencer and sprawled on his back on the other mattress. He rolled the condom off his dick and tied it, tossing it to the floor as his chest heaved.
Spencer grinned at him. “You liked it?”
Ash covered his face with his hands. “Fuck.”
Spencer turned his grin to Ryder. “I think he liked it.”
But Ryder wasn’t grinning. He was fully naked now, and somehow in the last thirty seconds he’d gotten a condom wrapped around that big alpha dick.
Spencer’s grin fell, his throat growing dry. He was suddenly aware of how achingly empty he was with Ash’s cock no longer filling him.
A warm press of lips to Spencer’s shoulder. Ash. Spencer turned to stare at him, taken aback by the rare gesture of affection.
“He’s gonna take care of you,” Ash whispered. For once, it didn’t sound like a taunt or a tease. It sounded like … a promise.
What had been feeling hot and wicked and a little carefree suddenly felt taut with tension again. Hushed, even.
“You did pretty good yourself,” Spencer whispered back.
