Chapter 15
SPENCER
Spencer got out of the shower to find Ash had come home already. The apartment was small, and even with the bathroom door closed, Spencer could hear Ash and Ryder murmuring in the kitchen.
Spencer cracked open the door and eavesdropped idly while drying off.
“—don’t have to.”
“Obviously. I want to though. Just not going to be very good at it.”
Spencer froze with the towel at his chest. Ash sounded … uncertain. Vulnerable, even. Like the thought of fucking Spencer made him nervous. Spencer hadn’t heard Ash sound nervous about anything outside of a heat. Weirdly, it soothed some of Spencer’s own nerves to hear it.
When Ryder had asked if he wanted to take a shower, Spencer had jumped at it like a lifeline.
He’d been jittery as hell waiting for Ash to come back, knowing he and Ryder might fuck Spencer when they did.
And it wasn’t like Spencer usually got all anxious before hookups, but he hadn’t been fucked in a while and …
And it was Ash. And Ryder. And no one was in heat.
Which meant Spencer was crossing a line he probably wasn’t supposed to cross, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
This was always his problem, wasn’t it? He wanted too much.
He was just this big, aching chasm of want, and these two were offering to sate some of it, and Spencer was too weak to say no. Again.
It was just … the way Ash and Ryder loved each other—all action, hardly any words needed, just there for each other every second of every day—was fucking beautiful, and they’d been including Spencer in that easy care like it was nothing.
They’d let him drag them to a party they had no interest in. They’d defended him like he was worth something. They’d made him a floor bed when he’d whined like a baby.
It was all too big a temptation. And Spencer had never, ever been good at resisting temptation.
He briefly considered getting dressed and then figured, what was the point? So he wrapped his towel around his waist and headed to the kitchen.
Ryder still seemed to be reassuring Ash.
“—has experience. He’ll—” Ryder broke off as soon as he saw Spencer in the door, but the smirk on his face suggested he knew Spencer had been listening.
Ryder was still wearing nothing more than his boxers, which was a fucking blessing, because that build of his was really meant to be displayed at all times.
“Hello, boys,” Spencer drawled, waltzing into the room. “Something smells good.”
Something did smell good, like cheesy, chorizo-y deliciousness. The breakfast burritos had arrived, for sure.
Ash shoved a greasy paper bag down the counter, away from Spencer. “That’s for later.” He stepped forward, into Spencer’s face, amber eyes burning, like his moment of uncertainty had already transformed into his familiar fire. “Ryder says you want me to fuck you.”
Spencer bit at his lip in a failed attempt to stop his grin. “Yeah, spitfire. If you want.”
Ash glared at him. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I do.” It was only a half-truth probably. Spencer had the sex part down pat, sure, but the rest of this …
The rest of it felt like plunging into deep water, and suddenly Spencer couldn’t remember how to swim.
Spencer cleared his throat, pushing all that to the back of his mind. “I already prepped myself in the shower,” he offered up. “You’re not gonna hurt me.”
Ash’s gaze dropped down to where Spencer was very obviously tenting his towel. He swallowed hard. “Well, fuck.”
Then he was grabbing Spencer’s arm and dragging him back to the bedroom. He shoved Spencer toward the floor bed they’d made, and Spencer had to laugh at the rough treatment. Fuck, he loved that Ash was eager for it now.
“Towel off,” Ash ordered.
Spencer saluted. “Sir, yes, sir.”
He dropped the towel. Ash followed suit, stripping quickly just as Ryder came to loom in the doorway.
Spencer propped himself up with his hands behind him, legs spread on the mattress.
Ash looked pretty as a picture, his dick all half chubbed.
His body was beautiful, all sharp lines, and he had a nice fucking dick.
Not as big as Spencer’s or Ryder’s, but Spencer was an alpha—he’d still feel it.
And in true omega fashion, that thing leaked like a faucet, which was just … delicious.
Ash studied Spencer just as closely, giving his pretty dick a stroke.
Ryder stepped into the room and crowded Ash, placing a hand on his hip. “Let me, bright eyes.”
Ash dropped his hand, looking up at Ryder with an expression of such pure affection it twisted a knot in Spencer’s chest. Fuck, they were beautiful together. Spencer didn’t think he’d ever get used to it.
Ryder spit in his free hand and wrapped it around Ash’s cock, stroking him slowly, bringing him to full hardness. They never broke eye contact as Ash’s dick filled and his breaths grew faster.
It was hot as fuck.
Spencer fisted his own cock, trying to relieve some of the ache. He was already hard—he didn’t need any help in that arena—but he couldn’t help touching himself when two hotties were putting on a show like this. What was he made of—stone?
Eventually Ash gave a defeated-sounding moan, setting his hands on Ryder’s chest. “Enough. I’m already gonna blow too soon, I know it.”
“That’s chill,” Spencer told him easily. “Ryder’s gonna fuck me after, so, like, I’ll be a happy camper no matter what. You can come when you’re only halfway in, if you want.”
Ash glared at Spencer like he was trying to set him on fire with only his eyes. “Lube,” he finally barked out. “Condoms.”
Ryder crossed the room to his bedside table, digging around in the drawer. Ash didn’t take his gaze off Spencer.
Spencer grinned at him. “How do you want me?”
“On your stomach.”
Ash didn’t sound nervous anymore. He sounded like Spencer had issued him a challenge and he was determined to rise to it.
Spencer hadn’t even meant it that way. He’d meant it as he’d said it—he was going to have a good fucking time no matter what happened. But he didn’t mind setting Ash ablaze, if it meant Ash would take exactly what he wanted from him.
Spencer turned and lay down on his belly on the floor bed, resting his chin on his hands. He probably looked relaxed, even, but his whole body was taut with tension in that perfect, anticipatory way.
He felt Ash kneel behind him. Heard Ryder drop the lube beside him.
Spencer clenched and unclenched his muscles, trying to keep still despite his excitement.
And then he saw Ryder from the corner of his eye, lowering himself to sit down by the closest empty bed frame, his legs spread wide, his bulge visible through his boxers.
Spencer wasn’t surprised—of course Ryder was going to watch. This was … well, it was the three of them. This was what they did. Not always, of course. Not, like, forever. That would be too much to ask of anyone. But for right now, in this moment, it was perfect.
Ash didn’t move at first, and Spencer barely dared to breathe. His skin was oversensitive even to the air, and he felt one step away from shivering, even though the room was warm enough.
And then Ash’s hands were on Spencer’s back, sliding up and around to his shoulders and back again, tracing his muscles in long, reverent strokes.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Ash murmured.
Spencer couldn’t help his grin. “Yeah?”
“I get distracted by the front and forget about the back of you.”
“Is that a reference to my face or to my dick?”
“A bit of both. But you’re … broad. Not as thick as Ryder, but I like it. And this—”Ash’s hands came down to cup Spencer’s ass. “So fucking pretty.”
“I do a lot of squats.”
Ash squeezed hard enough to make Spencer moan. “And you want me to fuck it?”
“Yeah.”
“Because you like it?”
Spencer nodded eagerly into his hands. “Hell yeah.”
“Even from an omega?”
Spencer had never been fucked by an omega before, but he didn’t see how it mattered. Because it wasn’t some random omega who was going to fuck him now, anyway. It was Ash.
“I want it from you,” Spencer said, his voice husky and raw. “Please.”
Ash let out another muttered obscenity, and then Spencer heard the cap of the lube bottle. Slick fingers petted at his entrance, pressing in slowly. Two of them because, for all his nerves, apparently Ash wasn’t shy. “God, you really did finger yourself.”
“I’m considerate that way.”
Ash twisted his fingers inside him, and Spencer bit back a moan. “Still tight as fuck.” Ash said it like an accusation.
Spencer bit at his lip to keep from laughing. “You’ll like that, I think.”
Ash scissored his fingers experimentally. Spencer’s next breath came out shaky. It was good, but it wasn’t—
“Can I—?” Ash asked, his voice husky and raw. “Now?”
“Yeah. Please.”
Ash withdrew his fingers, then pulled Spencer’s hips back and up until he was on his knees. Spencer rose obediently onto his forearms, his back arched obscenely. He heard Ryder suck in a harsh inhale.
Foil ripped. Lube squelched. Ash shuffled forward.
And then a slick cockhead pressed at Spencer’s entrance. Spencer bore down. The head popped in.
Ash hissed. “Fuck.”
“Keep going.”
It was the first time Ryder had spoken in ages. For once, Ash didn’t sass about the instruction. He only sucked in a breath and pressed in, gaining inches until he bottomed out.
It felt fucking heavenly. A perfect stretch.
Nothing that would make Spencer ache the next day, but enough for him to feel it.
He couldn’t help clenching around the intrusion.
Fuck, that was nice. His dick was weeping onto the mattress now, and Spencer wanted to stroke it, but he also didn’t want to lose it too soon.
Ash was panting above him. “Oh fuck. Jesus. Is this what I feel like?”
“Well, I don’t have all that juicy slick—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ash half groaned, half laughed. “Oh my god. You’re so fucking tight. It’s like— It’s so—”
“Good?” Spencer asked breathlessly.
“Yes. Fuck. Are you—? Can I move?”
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.
“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.