Chapter 11 #2
As soon as the 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 cock right 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, that was 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—”
Ash twisted around to face the front and sank back down, keening at the instant relief. Okay. There. He could see Spencer’s blue gaze in the rearview mirror now. It was heated and heavy-lidded. No more ice-cold fury. Maybe Ash had only imagined it earlier.
Spencer’s face split into a smile. “Hey, spitfire. How’s that big dick feel?”
Ash clenched around the cock buried deep inside him. “So good.”
“Mm. I bet. Think you can get him to knot you before we get home?”
Spencer was driving at a max of fifteen miles per hour, so probably.
It wasn’t going to be too much longer until Ryder broke.
Just the thought had Ash dropping his hands onto Ryder’s knees, using the leverage to rock in place at a deeper angle, keeping Ryder’s cock buried deep inside him as he worked it.
Ryder’s hands went back to Ash’s hips, and then he was shuddering and shaking with a quiet curse, filling Ash with hot cum. Or he would have been, if not for the condom.
Ash frowned to himself. Stupid fucking condoms. He knew there was a reason for them, but it was hard to remember in the moment. It would feel so good without them, wouldn’t it? Bare skin and hot cum and big knots for everyone.
And then Ash was distracted by the blissful. Fucking. Stretch.
He threw his head back, mouth going slack as Ryder’s knot grew bigger and bigger, filling Ash up so full he was on the edge of pain. The hot twist in Ash’s belly finally eased completely, his release a full-body break in tension that had tears forming in his eyes.
Ash searched blindly for Ryder’s mouth with his own, rocking a little just to feel the knot tug at his rim with the movement. Ryder’s grip on Ash’s hips eased, and then he was rubbing Ash’s lower belly, massaging the bulge there. Ash whimpered against Ryder’s lips.
“So fucking hot.” Spencer sounded borderline reverent, and Ash might have preened if he hadn’t been feeling so cum-drunk and stupid.
Ryder broke the kiss. “Eyes on the road.”
“But my dick hurts,” Spencer whined.
Ash’s mouth watered. He could do something about that, right? He lunged forward, only to be brought back by firm hands and an alpha growl. “Stay still, you menace. We’re locked together.”
Spencer’s eyes were still hot in the rearview mirror as he crooned, “Aw, spitfire. I promise you can suck me later. I’ve saved all my cum for you.”
Ash thought of Spencer and Ryder’s shower. “Not all of it,” he grumbled. His eyelids were starting to feel unbearably heavy, so he let himself fall back against Ryder’s chest and close them.
He still caught the flush that bloomed on Spencer’s cheeks first though.
A minute later the car stopped. Ash peered out just long enough to see that Spencer had picked a corner spot in the lot. It wasn’t exactly private, but at least it was semisecluded.
“Hey, you made it to the end of classes this time,” Spencer said cheerily. When Ash didn’t grace that with a response, Spencer twisted and held a hand out between the seats. “Keys? I can get some blankets and stuff, just until Ryder’s knot goes down and we can get you inside.”
Ryder shifted, and Ash moaned happily at the pull. His belly felt full, maybe not of cum but of all the slick that was being blocked by Ryder’s knot. It should have felt gross, maybe, but it didn’t.
Ryder shoved his keys at Spencer. “We should get you your own set.”
Ash dreamily hummed his agreement.
Spencer froze, his hand still outstretched with the keys in his fist. “Really?” He cleared his throat, unlocking the driver-side door. “Yeah, I guess that would be … practical.”
Ash grunted. Practical. What a stupid word.
Ryder rubbed a soothing hand down Ash’s side and over his belly. “Go get the blankets, pretty boy.”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
Spencer hopped out of the car and hurried into their apartment building. He’d get all the good, pheromone-rich blankets; Ash was sure of it.
“Feel better?” Ryder asked Ash.
“Mm. How’d he know to come to the steps?”
“I called him when I was heading over.”
“Thank you.”
Ryder hummed, still rubbing soothing circles with his hand. “He did good.”
“Yeah.”
“You did too. Getting your omega friend to call me. That was the right move.”
Ash didn’t want to think about that right now—the panic and the pain and the anxiety of a strange alpha trying to move in when he wasn’t wanted. “No more talking,” he ordered.
Ryder pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Okay, baby. No more talking.”