Page 26 of The Night Movers: Season One

Sugar’s gaze slid away from him. “That would be…very bad.”

“That’s not an answer,” Ridley said, speeding up as Sugar did, not letting him get away with that bullshit answer.

“What do you want me to say, Strawberry? That you’ll have our baby and we’ll all raise it together like one big, happy family?”

Yeah, maybe.

He didn’t say that, but it was clear he didn’t have to. Sugar snorted. “Look around. This isn’t a fairy tale. Having a baby in the world we live in should be considered child abuse. I honestly don’t know what we’d do. But, if it comes to that, all I can say is we’ll handle it as a pack.”

Ridley stayed silent until they reached a door at the end of the hall.

Sugar knocked, then opened it without waiting for a response, gently pushing Ridley past the threshold, then closing him in with the stocky alpha.

Diesel lay on his bed in a t-shirt and boxers, one knee kicked up as he played a game on a small, hot pink gaming device, the upbeat music sounding tinny through the small speakers.

Unlike the others Ridley had seen so far, Diesel’s bed was pressed into the corner, and where Titus’s room was sparse and Sugar’s was warm, Diesel’s was pure chaos.

Like Sugar’s bed, this one was also piled with blankets, all of them mismatched.

There were magazines on the floor, various car parts, and print outs with squiggly lines that meant nothing to Ridley.

Ribbons of pink and blue lights danced across the otherwise white walls, reminding Ridley of videos he’d seen of the aurora borealis.

It took him a minute to find the source: the screensaver on a large computer on the far wall. It was the only source of light.

Diesel grinned at him, tossing his game to the carpeted floor then crooking his finger. “Come here, pretty.”

Ridley stumbled closer without thought, Diesel’s scent luring him in. When Ridley was close enough, Diesel dragged him down to sprawl over him.

“My next heat hasn’t started yet,” Ridley mumbled, propping himself up on Diesel’s chest to stare up at the gorgeous alpha.

Not even a minute with him and Diesel was already looking at him like he was going to take him apart piece by piece, just like the car parts littering his bedroom floor.

“Are you saying you only want my knot when your brain is heat-addled?” Diesel teased, pooching out his lower lip in a way that would have been adorable had Ridley not been mid-heat. “That hurts my feelings.”

Ridley’s cock hardened right against the alpha’s hip. Was it Diesel’s use of the word knot or that glistening full lower lip that had his omega purring? “No, I-I was just saying.”

Diesel gently pinched Ridley’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his gaze upwards to meet his. “Relax. I’m just teasing, princess.”

Diesel carefully rolled Ridley to his back, using his knees to open his thighs, settling between them, letting Ridley feel how hard he was.

He gasped at the feel. He wanted to feel him inside so bad, just knew he’d fill him up so perfectly. His hips kicked up against his will, and he whined at the friction of Diesel’s thick cock dragging against his own much smaller one.

“Have you been hard like this since before I…passed out?” Ridley asked, unsure what to call the way he’d blacked out immediately after his orgasm .

Diesel threaded his hands in Ridley’s hair, tilting his head before capturing his mouth, fucking his tongue inside in a way that made Ridley dizzy with need, fire torching his blood.

Something about the way Diesel kissed made Ridley crazy.

He kissed him slow and deep, like he wanted Ridley to remember his lips long after it was over.

Ridley threaded his hands in his hair, opening his legs wider, as he slipped his tongue into Diesel’s mouth.

The alpha rolled his hips down with purpose, the friction dragging another debauched moan from Ridley.

Diesel swallowed it down, a low rumble of satisfaction vibrating through his chest. They kissed and kissed until Ridley’s head was swimming and he was arching up into each of Diesel’s downward thrusts.

Ridley had never known kissing felt like this.

It had always seemed like such a strange thing to want to put your tongue in another person’s mouth, but the longer it went on, the harder it was for him to pull away.

When Diesel broke the kiss, Ridley chased his lips with a whine, trying to get his mouth back on his. Diesel dipped his head, licking from the hollow of Ridley’s throat to his chin, scraping it with his teeth before asking, “If I say you left me hard and aching, will you do something about it?”

Ridley blinked up at him, dazed, thoughts hazy. Diesel grinned and Ridley’s heart stumbled as he realized the teddy bear-shaped alpha had dimples. Ridley lifted his hand, poking a finger into the left one. “Maybe, but can we do this a little while longer? I like kissing you and…whatever this is.”

Diesel chuckled. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

Ridley did as he was told, whining again when Diesel rocked against him, eyes rolling at the perfect grind of Diesel’s cock on his. “How does that feel so good?” Ridley asked, breathless.

Diesel didn’t answer, just kissed him again.

Not a slow, lazy kiss but something greedy, devouring Ridley’s mouth, biting at his lips, sucking on his tongue until Ridley was the one rutting his cock against the alpha’s and sparks were dancing behind his eyelids.

Diesel swallowed every one of his needy cries .

“You cry more than a new puppy.”

Ridley couldn’t help it. It was all so much, so overwhelming.

The more they kissed, the more honeyed his movements became, the more hazy his thoughts grew.

Diesel stared down at him, amused, biting Ridley’s lip, tugging on it just enough to sting then letting it go with a wet pop.

He used his cheek to push Ridley’s head to the side, licking and nibbling the shell of his ear, his ragged breaths pushing him closer to the edge.

Was this from his heat or did it always feel like this?

“If you really want to make it up to me,” he crooned into his ear. “You could slip off those sweatpants and sit on my face.”

The sound that left Ridley was as embarrassing as the slick pooling beneath him. “You can’t just say that stuff,” he whispered, face turning scarlet.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, princess,” he murmured, his sex-soaked voice making Ridley throb deep inside.

“I can say whatever I want to you…I can do whatever I want to you. And trust me when I say that the things I’m thinking of doing to you are so much worse than your newly devirginized brain can imagine. ”

Ridley swallowed thickly, and his tongue darted out to lick over his chapped bottom lip. “Like what?”

Diesel’s low husky laugh danced over his nerve endings. “You really love the dirty talk, huh?”

Ridley dropped his gaze. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. You got so fucking wet when we talked about using your tight little cunt.

You whined so pretty when I told you what a perfect slut you are.

You got so drunk just choking on my cock.

” Another desperate whine ripped from Ridley’s throat, arousal surging through him like electricity, lighting him up from the inside. “See? Just like that.”

“Please…” Ridley begged, rolling his hips.

“Please, what, princess?” Diesel asked, like he was confused, pinning Ridley’s hips so he could no longer rut against him.

Ridley’s head thrashed on the pillow. “I need you…I need you to touch me.”

Diesel propped himself up on his elbow, studying him like he was bored. “I don’t know, princess… Have you earned it?”

Ridley tried to move, tried to get the friction he desperately needed, whining when it got him nowhere. “What do I have to do?”

“I already told you, Strawberry.” He licked the seam of Ridley’s lips, nipping his lip. “You’re going to take off your clothes and ride my tongue until I’m drowning in your slick. Then you’re going to ride my cock until I stuff you so full of my cum you look six months pregnant.”

Ridley went lightheaded at his words, clinging to his shoulders just to ground himself. “Jesus.”

“Oh, our little omega loves that, huh?” he taunted. “You love being bred, being used.” Ridley’s cock leaked where it was trapped between them, slick soaking his sweatpants. “Our insatiable little cum slut.”

Ridley gazed up at him with pleading eyes, miserable. “Please, stop teasing and touch me. It hurts.”

Diesel’s nostrils flared, and he sat back on his knees, taking Ridley with him until he was sitting up.

He wasted no time removing their clothes, tossing each piece over the side of the bed carelessly.

Large calloused hands caught him beneath the knees, yanking until he was on his back, then practically bending him in half to lift his hips in the air.

Ridley cried out as Titus buried his face between his cheeks.

Ridley whined at the explosion of sensations.

Diesel’s soft tongue easily fucking into his loose hole.

The scratch of his five o’clock shadow rubbing him raw.

Those large rough hands gripping him tight enough to bruise.

The wet sounds of slick and saliva. It was all too much, too overwhelming.

Ridley couldn’t think straight. Diesel clearly didn’t feel the same.

He sat back, face glistening, a huge grin on his face.

He flopped onto his back, beckoning him. “Come on, pretty. Climb on. I saved you a seat. ”

“I can’t,” Ridley said, shaking his head frantically. “I’ll…suffocate you.”

“Then I’ll go out doing what I love,” Diesel teased with a smirk. When Ridley still hesitated, Diesel raised a brow. “Don’t make me alpha you, Strawberry.”

Ridley shivered but knee-walked to him, trying to understand the logistics of how it all worked.

“Stop overthinking it. Just throw a leg over and sit.” Diesel wiggled his eyebrows at him. “I’ll do the rest.”