No more waiting, then. Ryder lowered himself to one forearm and notched the head of his dick to that willing hole. Spencer gasped, and Ryder took his mouth again as he pressed in.
He went slow. Careful. He’d never fucked an alpha before. He’d never fuckedanyonebefore Ash—not fully, not like this.
Spencer felt different from Ash—a tighter squeeze, like a barrier and an invitation all at once. There was no slick to welcome Ryder or ease him in, but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing, that unholy constriction on Ryder’s dick.
Who needed slick, anyway, when Spencer wrapped those muscular thighs around Ryder’s back, his hips lifting in encouragement, trying desperately to get all of Ryder inside him?
Ryder gave it to him, working himself in with short, shallow thrusts that grew deeper until he was fully seated. Spencermoaned as Ryder bottomed out, breaking the kiss to pant against Ryder’s shoulder.
“How’s that?” Ryder asked through gritted teeth, trying to resist the urge to pull back and thrust in again with all his might.
“Fuck.”
Ryder slipped a hand between them and gripped Spencer’s cock, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head.
“Fuck!”
And then Spencer was coming, coating Ryder’s hand and both their stomachs, his legs quivering even as they held Ryder tight. Ryder groaned at the way Spencer’s inner muscles clenched and released, massaging his cock in a tortuous tease.
“Christ,” he gasped. “Already?”
Spencer let out a choked laugh. “Can—can you blame me?”
Ash scoffed off to the side. “You’re showing off now.”
“Nah,” Ryder told him. “You primed him for me. When he comesagain, that’ll be me showing off.” He cupped Spencer’s face with one palm. “Guess we’ll have to go slow.”
He said it like he hadn’t been planning it all along. Sure, some part of his inner alpha wanted to claim and conquer, to pound into Spencer with all the ferocity Ash had let loose, but there was also an urge for … tenderness. Ryder hadn’t forgotten that Spencer said he craved a little sweetness during sex.
Ryder would give it to him.
He kissed Spencer again, long and thorough, until he couldn’t stop himself from moving. He kept his strokes slow like he’d said, long and deep, running his free hand along Spencer’s thigh whenever he could, liking the way those muscles felt under his palm. He took little breaks to pause and kiss the shit out of him, ignoring Spencer’s whines whenever Ryder’s hips stopped pumping.
Ryder didn’t know if it was fucked up of him, but there was something about it being another alpha beneath him. Hefelt powerful. Greedy for it. There wasn’t any of the foggy pheromone haze of a heat either. Ryder was aware of every moment, every little breath and jagged moan.
He was egged on by Ash’s grunts and hums of appreciation, the scent of marshmallows faint but definitely present. Ash wasn’t jerking himself off, but he was watching them with fierce intensity, studying the way they moved together.
“Told you he was going to take care of you,” Ash murmured at some point, reaching out to brush back a sweaty lock of Spencer’s dark hair. “Look how gentle he’s being.”
Ryder didn’t miss the dig. He released Spencer’s mouth and licked a new bead of sweat off Spencer’s forehead. “Some of us like a thorough fuck,” he countered.
Ash grinned. “Oh, I know how thorough you can be.”
Ryder looked down at Spencer. The other alpha’s eyes were glassy and glazed, his mouth slack. His dick had filled again at some point, but he hadn’t been touching it. He’d only been clutching Ryder’s shoulders, hanging on for dear life, letting out harsh breaths and surprisingly sultry moans every time something hit just right.
Ryder wanted to take a fucking bite out of him. He resisted. Barely. “You still with us, pretty baby?”
Spencer shuddered. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Feels—feels so good.”
“He really likes it, huh?” Ash asked.
“Yeah,” Ryder answered, even though the question must have been hypothetical. “Doesn’t get it enough.”
“We’ll fix that.”
Ryder met Ash’s amber eyes, catching the glint there. “Yeah,” he agreed. “We’ll fix it.”
Spencer really did look a mess, though: His legs were trembling again, the rest of his dark hair was plastered to his face, and he looked so fucked out it should have been illegal.