Page 19 of The Night Movers: Season One

Diesel’s growl vibrated against the heart of him, causing precum to bead on his desperately neglected cock. He couldn’t stop himself from fucking against Titus’s hip, eyes rolling from the friction.

“Oh…” Ridley managed, voice trembling. “Oh, fuck.”

Titus sneered at him. “God, you’re gonna be such an insatiable little slut. You don’t care what’s inside that sloppy little cunt, huh?” Ridley gasped, eyes finding Titus’s once again, his face flushing at the word. Titus’s laugh was almost mean. “What’s wrong, Strawberry? Is that indelicate?”

“Yeah,” he managed, biting off another moan as Diesel did this complicated thing with his tongue that made Ridley tear up.

Titus wrapped an arm around his waist, gripping Ridley’s face tight, forcing him to look at him. “Imagine getting shy with a stranger’s tongue in your ass. Such a peculiar little toy.”

Ridley’s feet were suddenly off the ground, Titus tossing him onto the sofa so hard he bounced.

Diesel growled, but Titus just shot him a nasty look. “Use his mouth if you can’t wait.”

Ridley whined as Titus flipped him onto his stomach like he weighed nothing, hiking his hips into the air.

True fear knifed through him as he thought Titus might just shove his cock into him without prep like some kind of punishment.

Instead, his tongue replaced Diesel’s, greedy and probing.

Ridley bit back a low sound of pleasure, pressing his cheek into the couch, another desperate whine leaving him as he saw the others just watching, eyes devouring him.

The couch shifted by his head, then gentle hands threaded in his hair, tugging his head up. Diesel. He was naked from the waist down, his hard cock lying heavy against his stomach, precum beading from the flushed head. Saliva pooled in Ridley’s mouth. He was suddenly desperate to taste him.

Diesel gave him another sloppy kiss, letting him suck the tart candy taste of his own slick off his tongue.

When he pulled back, he studied Ridley’s face like he wanted to make sure he was okay.

He nodded, even though it wasn’t true. He didn’t feel okay at all.

His stomach was doing cartwheels, his hole clenching around Titus’s clever tongue, his cock throbbing, neglected between his legs.

Unlike Diesel, who’d licked over Ridley like he was a dessert to be savored, Titus ate him out like he was starving and Ridley was his last meal.

His fingers dug into his ass cheeks as he held him open, tongue demanding entrance into his body, the wet sounds of his mouth making Ridley flush to the tips of his ears.

“Feel good, Strawberry?” Diesel asked.

He could only nod, his words lodging in his throat. Diesel’s hand moved from Ridley’s cheek to his own cock, stroking himself as he watched his face. Ridley couldn’t stop himself from giving into temptation, his curiosity too great.

He batted Diesel’s hand away, his tongue digging into the slit, catching the beads of precum there.

It tasted…bitter, but not unpleasant. He closed his lips around the head of the alpha’s thick cock, not even sure he could fit it all into his mouth.

Instead, he just nursed him, tongue teasing beneath the crown, not even remotely sure of what he was doing.

Diesel expelled a shuddery breath, pushing his hips forward just the slightest bit, like he couldn’t help but seek out more.

Ridley looked up at him through thick lashes, hoping he looked as apologetic as he felt.

He gripped the base of Diesel’s cock tightly, sinking lower, feeling a twinge in his jaw as he went.

The low groan Diesel gave made any ache worth it. “That’s it, Strawberry. Good boy.”

“There’s no way he’s going to fit all of that in that pouty little mouth,” Ridley heard Jensen say as casually as if they discussed the weather.

“It doesn’t look like Diesel cares all that much. He looks two seconds away from busting and the kid’s barely taken an inch,” Steele said, his amusement obvious.

Ridley whined in protest as Titus’s mouth disappeared. That, in turn, made Diesel groan, bucking his hips upwards, forcing himself deeper into Ridley’s mouth.

“Shit, sorry,” Diesel said, attempting to pull out.

Ridley gave another needy whine, looking up at him pleadingly, hoping he got the idea. He didn’t want him to pull out. He wanted him to help him, to show him what to do. Diesel raised his brows and Ridley gave the only nod he could manage given his current position.

Diesel’s hand returned to his hair, holding him in place as he began to fuck Ridley’s mouth in short, shallow thrusts, like he was testing how much he could handle. Ridley just took it, the ache in his jaw feeling like some kind of badge of honor.

A glob of something warm and wet hit his rim.

Titus spit on him. It felt a little degrading, especially when he used his thumb to rub it over his hole.

Ridley clearly liked it, more slick trickling between the globes of his ass, making him shiver.

Diesel pushed in another inch, just as Titus’s finger pushed inside him.

This time, it was Titus who groaned, sinking his finger into the hilt, then pulling back out slowly and doing it again. There was no pain, no discomfort, just a strange sensation that made him want to reach between his legs and touch himself.

“Fuck, his body just sucks you right in. Omegas are something else,” Sugar said, sounding a little awestruck. “Even the virgins.”

Titus’s finger disappeared, then two pushed in. This time, the stretch was a little more…intense. Still not painful, just…odd, especially when Titus would spread his fingers apart every time he pulled out, pushing them together as he thrust back in.

“How’s he feel?” Ryker asked, voice raw.

“Tight,” Titus said. “Wet. So fucking hot inside.”

Ridley pulled off Diesel’s cock with a wet pop. “I can take more. Please, Alpha,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

His breath rushed from his lungs as Titus’s hand cracked across his ass, fire trailing in its wake, his cock twitching with interest. “See? Insatiable,” he muttered.

Ridley opened his mouth to complain, but then three fingers were splitting him open, pulling a pained cry from him. This time, it burned, ten times hotter than the smack Titus had just given him, his body struggling to adjust.

Ridley looked over his shoulder to see Titus staring down at his ass, eyes locked on where they were joined, that sloppy wet sound returning as Titus fucked his slick back into him.

Ridley flushed at the way his hips canted, trying to entice the alpha into replacing his fingers with his cock… his knot.

Ridley was going crazy. There was this wire inside him stretching tighter and tighter. He pushed himself back on Titus’s digits until he got the message, fucking them into him faster, the wet sounds growing obscene, so loud he could hear them over his own ragged breaths.

Ridley swallowed Diesel’s cock again, desperate for a distraction, taking him too far, too fast. He gagged loudly as the alpha’s fat cock hit the back of his throat hard enough to bruise. Diesel groaned, his hand spasming in Ridley’s hair, holding him there while his throat convulsed around him.

Tears sprang to his eyes, clinging to his lashes as he looked Diesel in the eye. He looked almost apologetic but he made no move to let Ridley go. Heat shot through him, that wire tightening further still as Diesel fucked him through his gag reflex, his free hand closing around his throat.

“Fuck,” Diesel gasped. “I can feel myself right here. You look so good choking on my cock. Such a greedy little slut.”

Ridley’s eyelids fluttered, tears sliding down his face, saliva coating his chin.

He was a greedy little slut. He had to be because inside his omega chanted more, more, more .

Ridley wanted to please him, wanted to please them all.

Wanted to make it so nobody would ever be able to satisfy them like he could.

Diesel released him just as Ridley’s vision grew fuzzy at the edges. He sucked in much-needed air, a near euphoric feeling flooding his body as he fucked himself back on Titus’s fingers.

Ridley dove back in, swallowing Diesel’s cock once more, sinking down until he gagged again, holding himself there just as Diesel had, swallowing around him until he got that deliciously swimmy sensation, this time hollowing his cheeks as he came up, earning a choked-off sound from the alpha.

“He’s so…determined,” Ryker said.

Ridley moaned as he came up for air.

“Yeah, hurry up and give him your knot,” Jensen said. “The rest of us want our turn.”

Ridley didn’t know if it was Jensen’s casual words, or the sharp twist of Titus’s fingers that lit up his insides, but that wire within him snapped, and he came untouched, painting the cushions beneath him white.

“Jesus,” Jensen muttered. “I’ve never seen a virgin come untouched on someone’s fingers. He’s fucking perfect.”

Ridley was still hard. He’d stay hard until Titus knotted him. He couldn’t keep his head up, but it didn’t matter. Diesel was doing that for him, hands knotted in his hair as he fucked Ridley’s slack mouth.

“And this is just his pre-heat,” Diesel groaned, seemingly unbothered by the way Ridley was drooling everywhere, grunting with pleasure every time Ridley gagged around him.

His face was a mess of snot and tears and saliva, but Diesel used him and used him and used him until Ridley felt like putty, just a toy to be pulled and pressed until he was tired of playing with him.

Ridley blinked open heavy lids as Diesel pulled out. “Stick out your tongue, Strawberry. I have something for you.”

Ridley whimpered, doing as he was told, that near euphoric feeling throbbing in his core as he watched the alpha stroke himself, his stomach contracting with every hard tug, his breaths catching again and again until he groaned, fist tightening in Ridley’s hair, settling Ridley’s lax mouth over his pulsating cock.

His bitter release flooded Ridley’s mouth. He tried to swallow it all but there was just too much, especially with Diesel’s dick still heavy on his tongue, keeping his mouth gaping. Cum ran down his chin onto the already coated sofa.

“Fuck, he’s a messy eater,” Steele said with a laugh.

Diesel chuckled, too, pulling out to wipe his cock through the mess of fluids on Ridley’s face, then feeding it back between his lips. Ridley took it, staring up at Diesel, waiting for someone to tell him what to do next.

Diesel released his hair, massaging his scalp. He ghosted his thumb across Ridley’s swollen lips, then laid back. “Clean me off, pretty. Then I think our alpha has something for you, too.”