Page 27 of The Night Movers: Season One

Ridley blushed so hard he was certain he must be the same shade of his hair, grateful for the dark.

But he did it. He straddled Diesel’s head timidly, slick running down his thighs and dripping from his balls.

Diesel lifted his head, licking over them, sucking each one into his mouth, his low moan vibrating through Ridley’s skin, the pleasure rendering his brain useless.

He slapped his hands onto the wall to support himself, too afraid to settle his weight fully on the alpha’s face.

Diesel clearly didn’t share those concerns. He grabbed Ridley’s thighs and pulled him down until he was firmly seated, the alpha’s nose pressing against Ridley’s perineum in a way that shouldn’t have felt good but did. It definitely did.

Diesel pushed his tongue inside him, fucking it into him again and again.

“Oh, god. Oh, fuck,” Ridley chanted, unable to stop himself from grinding down on the slick muscle, wanting it deeper, that need to be full creeping back in, starting to overshadow all other thoughts.

Diesel pulled out, but only to press kisses around his rim then lave over it in broad, sweeping strokes, slurping up Ridley’s slick like a starving man gulped water. Ridley might have been embarrassed by the noises if they weren’t making Diesel so…feral.

His strong hands pulled Ridley’s cheeks apart, like he wanted to crawl inside him, these possessive growls emanating from him each time Ridley rocked himself on his face.

Everything Diesel did felt heavenly, but it wasn’t enough, his omega demanding more. “I want it inside me. Please, Alpha. I need to feel it. ”

Another snarl vibrated against Ridley’s skin, then Diesel’s tongue fucked past his rim again. Ridley wailed in frustration. It wasn’t enough.

Diesel must have realized Ridley’s predicament because he slapped his ass hard enough to sting, then said, “Up.”

Ridley came up on his knees. Diesel slid from beneath him, lying back on his pillows, then maneuvered Ridley so he was straddling Diesel’s chest, Ridley’s ass in his face and Ridley’s face inches away from the alpha’s veiny straining cock, so hard it looked purple in the low light.

He had no idea what Diesel was going to do but he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping a hand around his cock, marveling at how his fingers almost didn’t touch when he wrapped them around the base.

Right where his knot would be. Diesel groaned, hips bucking up without thought.

Ridley pitched forward until he could close his lips over the head, tonguing his slit, the bitterness of his precum making his own cock leak even more.

“Fuck, that’s a good boy. Suck me, princess,” Diesel groaned.

Ridley moaned around him as Diesel thrust two thick fingers into his slippery hole, fucking them in and out slowly a few times before quickly adding another.

“Your pretty little cunt is so wet. It’s so open for me. I wish you could see how wrecked it is, all swollen from Titus’s knot. So hot inside, too. I love watching my fingers disappear inside you. I can’t wait to watch my knot do the same.”

Ridley lifted his head to say something, anything, but his words just punched a nonsensical sound from him. “ Hnff .”

“Feel good, pretty? Can you take another one? I need to be inside you like yesterday.”

“Please,” Ridley sobbed, unable to even concentrate on sucking Diesel off. He dropped his head beside it, right in the crease on his leg, burying his nose in the coarse hair there, breathing in the musky scent of him right where his scent was the strongest .

When Diesel pressed back in with four fingers, Ridley hissed at the stretch. “Hurts…”

Diesel didn’t stop or even slow down, no matter how many times Ridley whined from the pain or clenched on his fingers.

“That’s it,” Diesel praised, his free hand rubbing his ass, then pulling him apart. “Just lie there and take it. Be a good little hole for me and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Ridley was going to faint if he kept talking to him like that. He was sure of it.

When his fingers finally slipped free, Ridley clenched around air. Diesel sat up, back to the wall, guiding Ridley into his lap. Once he straddled his hips, he sat back on Diesel’s thick thighs, suddenly realizing this position was far more intimate than he’d imagined.

Diesel ran his thumb across Ridley’s bottom lip. “Gonna let me fuck you now, princess?”

If someone had ever told Ridley that being called princess would one day make him so horny he went lightheaded, he probably would have punched them in the face. But Diesel’s words were almost as lethal to Ridley’s sanity than his touch.

Almost.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, giving a jerky nod. “I’ve never… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Diesel’s hand curled around the back of Ridley’s neck, drawing him in for another filthy kiss, letting Ridley suck his own slick off his tongue. When he pulled back, Diesel said, “Lift up for me just a little.”

Ridley swallowed thickly but complied, going up on his knees before letting Diesel guide him back down with a hand on his hip.

He sucked in a broken breath as he felt the head of his cock pushing against his entrance.

He didn’t try to pull him down onto his length, just found Ridley’s eyes. “It’s all you, pretty. ”

Ridley trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough to taste copper.

He couldn’t stop the sharp cry that escaped as he sank down on Diesel’s massive cock.

It burned, his body instantly fighting the intrusion.

He’d already been sore from Titus, but Diesel was even bigger.

Well, thicker. It felt like his insides were rearranging themselves to make room for him in his belly.

Diesel didn’t say anything, didn’t thrust up into him or try to hurry his slide down, he just cupped Ridley’s face and connected their mouths again, kissing him lazily before biting his jaw, then nosing along his throat, licking over the wound on his neck.

Ridley sighed, tilting his head to give him better access, moaning when he sucked on the injured flesh.

Ridley let gravity do the rest, breathing hard by the time his ass connected with Diesel’s pelvis.

The alpha groaned, grabbing his hips and giving them a squeeze. “It feels even better than I imagined. So tight and wet.”

“It hurts a little,” Ridley admitted.

“Don’t worry, princess. Eventually, you’ll be able to take all of us like a pro. We’re gonna mold you into the perfect little cocksleeve. Our pretty little fuck toy.”

Ridley whimpered, clenching around him hard enough to make them both hiss in pain.

“What do I do now?” Ridley whispered, grateful there wasn’t enough light for the alpha to see how his comments affected him.

“It’s your heat, pretty. Think of me as your personal dildo. Make yourself feel good. I just want to watch you get off.”

Ridley’s startled gaze found his. “What about you?”

“Don’t you worry about me. I’ll take over when the time is right.”

Ridley gave a stilted nod, then lifted up timidly, hesitating before he slid back down.

Power surged through him as the alpha grunted.

Ridley did it again, then again, trying to figure out what he liked and what he didn’t.

It only took a few minutes for him to find an angle that had Diesel’s cock dragging along his inner walls in a way that shot lightning through his whole body with every roll of his hips.

Ridley kept his eyes shut as he bounced on the alpha’s lap, his fingers curled over Diesel’s broad shoulders, biting down on his bottom lip to keep the embarrassing noises that threatened from falling from his lips.

This was already embarrassing enough. He could feel Diesel’s eyes on him, could feel how much he liked watching Ridley fuck himself down on his length.

Ridley was so hard he ached, his cock flushed and leaking as it slapped against his stomach.

He quickly became addicted to the pleasure coursing through him, the way he could speed up or slow down, bringing himself to the brink of release then pulling back to make it last. It just felt too good to rush.

He liked dancing on the edge of his release.

But soon, it was out of his hands. His already aching thigh muscles began to burn, his rhythm faltering.

When he finally opened his eyes, Diesel watched him hungrily. “You’re lucky I’m patient,” he said, his raw voice dragging over him like silk.

“Help,” Ridley pouted, settling into Diesel’s lap, his cock buried to the hilt. “My legs are tired.”

Diesel snorted. “Gotta work on your stamina, baby.”

Still, he held Ridley’s gaze as he grabbed his ass once more, lifting him just a bit, hands spreading him apart so he could thrust up into the tight heat, grunting as he fucked into him.

It was so much better when he just had to take it.

He couldn’t look away. There was something about the way Diesel watched him as he pounded into him that had Ridley two seconds away from coming all over himself untouched… again.

“Go ahead, pretty. Touch yourself. Come for me,” he panted, punching in and out of him with impossible speed.

Ridley could feel the alpha’s knot start to swell, the perfect pleasure pain of it making him whine. He wanted to do as Diesel asked, but the idea of jerking himself off under Diesel’s intense gaze seemed intimidatingly intimate.

“It’s okay. Let me see. You look so pretty when you come,” he said, driving these tiny uh, uh, uhs from Ridley each time he bottomed out.

Ridley moaned, using the slick coating his thighs to wet his hand, then wrapped it around his neglected cock, crying out from the pressure of his own palm.

He gave it a few timid strokes as Diesel bounced him on his cock, driving up into him every time he dragged him down.

It only took three strokes before the need to come outweighed his embarrassment and he began to fuck his tightened fist in earnest.

“That’s it. That’s my good boy. Come for me. Come for Alpha and I’ll give you what you need. I’ll knot you from behind, put you on all fours like a good little bitch,” Diesel grunted, his breaths coming faster. “Put my pups in you.”

That was all it took to have Ridley wailing, spilling over his own fist, coating them both with his release.

“See? There you go,” Diesel soothed, even as he pulled out and all but dumped Ridley onto his stomach, pulling his hips into the air before fucking back into him.

Ridley sobbed from the oversensitivity, but his omega begged for more. “Harder. Make it hurt. Please, I need it. Need you.”

Diesel snarled, the sound of skin slapping skin intensifying as he fucked him harder.

Faster. He could feel Diesel’s knot with every thrust, stretching his already abused entrance to its limits.

It only made him want it more. He canted his hips, trying to force him deeper.

He needed it to be deeper. It was the only way it would take.

He could feel another orgasm building inside, a spring winding tighter and tighter. He couldn’t stop the words spilling past his lips. “Alpha…please…I need…please…breed me, fill me up.”

Diesel draped himself over his back, one hand tangling in his hair as he wrenched his head back to snarl in his ear. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m gonna give you what you need, gonna fuck my pups into you.”

A cry ripped from Ridley as the alpha’s knot grew too big to pass, slamming into him again and again, battering his hole.

He gave a frustrated cry, but Diesel was relentless, fucking him hard.

“Let me in,” he panted. “Let Alpha give you what you need. Gonna fuck you full. Put my babies in you…make you all fat with my pups…keep you on my knot all the time. Keep you fucked out and pregnant like a good little bitch.”

Ridley yelped as Diesel thrust one last time, his knot slamming home, tying them together as it continued to swell, lodging right against that place that had Ridley seeing stars.

Diesel ground his hips against Ridley’s ass, still trying to fuck him, like he was just as desperate to breed him as Ridley felt.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good….gonna fill you up…fuck. Fuck.” Ridley’s hole spasmed around his cock as heat flooded his insides, but it was Diesel’s teeth sinking into Ridley’s shoulder that flung him over the edge, his climax making his vision go fuzzy at the edges, this near euphoric high pumping through his system like a drug.

After a minute, Diesel groaned, becoming dead weight on top of Ridley, forcing him flat onto the mattress. They were both breathing hard, drenched in sweat and slick and cum…and blood. Diesel contented himself by licking the bite on Ridley’s shoulder.

“Am I too heavy for you?” he asked after a little while.

Ridley shook his head, a strange contentment flooding him. “No, I like it. Just…stay like this.”

Diesel nodded, nuzzling the back of Ridley’s neck, pushing his sweaty, tangled hair out of the way so he could press his lips to the skin there. Ridley’s whole body tingled with the tiny aftershocks of his orgasm, making his hole clench around Diesel’s knot.

“Fuck, princess, you’re gonna make me cum again if you keep squeezing my knot like that. Then you might really end up pregnant.”

That thought should have horrified him, but it didn’t. He just hummed out a noncommittal sound.

His final conversation with Sugar flooded to the forefront, but he refused to analyze it right now. Not when he was warm and sleepy .

Diesel huffed out a laugh. “You’re dangerous, Strawberry.”

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“Because you make me want things I can’t have.”

Ridley lifted up just enough to crane his head back to look over his shoulder. “Like what?”