“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?”