“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?”
