Page 44 of The Night Movers: Season One

Ridley moaned, clinging to the edge of the desk. The head of Titus’s cock was dragging deliciously over that bundle of nerves, making his cock weep. He tried to hide the sounds Titus fucked out of him with each thrust.

Titus grabbed Ridley by the nape of his neck, wrenching his head back. “Let me hear you.”

Ridley’s face grew hot. “People might hear us.”

Titus snarled, releasing Ridley’s hair. “I’ll fuck you on all fours right in the middle of that ring. I don’t give a fuck who’s watching.”

The idea of it tore another moan from Ridley .

Titus’s condescending chuckle sent another jolt through him.

“Yeah, you like that thought, don’t you?

Like the idea of having all eyes on you, ass up, presenting for me in front of hundreds of people.

Want me to publicly breed you like back in the day so everyone knows who you belong to?

So everyone knows how well fucked you are?

How we can’t get enough of you? Would you like that? ” he panted.

“ Hnf. ”

“Of course, you would. My insatiable little cock slut, needs to have his hole filled day and night. Or maybe I should say holes. Should I bring the whole pack into the ring? Let them see what a good little cocksucker you are? How you let us fuck your throat and your ass?”

If he kept talking, Ridley was going to come untouched. Heat coiled in his belly, Titus’s words and the wet squelch of Titus fucking his own slick back inside him were making Ridley crazy.

“Knot me,” Ridley cried.

Titus snorted. “Like you could stop me.”

He pulled Ridley back against him, wrapping a hand around his throat. “This hard enough for you, Strawberry? Will you remember getting fucked over my desk like a whore every time you sit down?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted.

Titus grunted, driving into him with enough force to have Ridley going up on his tiptoes.

“Feel it, Strawberry? Feel my knot fucking into your little cunt?”

The word punched through Ridley, pleasure rolling over him. Titus pushed him down once more, gripping his hips tight enough to bruise, pounding into Ridley with intent, working his knot in and out of his hole.

Ridley wailed, the feeling growing more painful with each thrust.

“Does it hurt?” Titus asked.

Ridley whimpered. “Yes.”

“Good. You fucking love it. You like feeling used. ”

Ridley nodded, mouth slack, drool pooling on Titus’s papers. “Close,” he slurred.

Titus gave a condescending laugh. “Already?”

He draped himself over Ridley’s back. The sudden change in angle had him directly nailing his prostate with every thrust, making his knees buckle and knocking these whorish moans out of him each time he bottomed out. Ridley’s cock was leaking so much. Had he somehow already come?

“Please. Oh, fuck. Knot me, Alpha. Breed me. Please, Alpha. Please, please, please,” he babbled. “Please, don’t stop. I’m so close. So close.”

There were no thoughts, only sensations, the pleasure so intense it caused his vision to white out with each thrust, his knees buckling, Titus’s weight was the only thing keeping him upright. His cock was dripping all over the floor, making such a mess.

Titus groaned, bullying his knot past Ridley’s rim one final time, tying them together as he kept fucking him in tiny aborted movements.

The feel of his knot swelling against that abused bundle of nerves was enough to push Ridley over the edge, his cock jerking as he came untouched.

This time, it was Titus who moaned long and low. “Fuck, that’s it, Strawberry. Good boy. You feel so fucking good on my knot, just milking every drop out of me. You feel me filling you up?”

Ridley whimpered, both from oversensitivity and from his words.

“Now, you’re gonna spend the rest of the night with my cum dripping out of you and every alpha down there will know what we did. Will know you bent over for me.”

Ridley shivered, goosebumps erupting along his skin.

Titus fell back into his chair, taking Ridley with him.

He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t the careful way Titus pulled his shirt back down or the way he rubbed a hand over his belly.

His mate was enigmatic to say the least. Ridley let his eyes fall shut, the sensation almost lulling him to sleep.

It was so quiet there, not like the arena.

“Would you really fuck me in the arena?” Ridley asked, soft cock twitching at the thought.

Both of Titus’s arms wrapped around Ridley’s middle as he buried his face in his neck, inhaling his scent, words slightly muffled. “Would you want to get fucked in the arena?”

“I do like having people watch me,” Ridley admitted. He chewed his lower lip for another few seconds before asking, “If I did—want that, I mean—would that make me a bad person?”

“No, baby,” Titus said softly.

Ridley’s heart tripped.

Baby.

The idea of a bunch of alphas and betas watching him get fucked by his pack should disgust him. It was everything he hated about this culture. But he didn’t hate it. It made him feel…wanted.

The door opened, Sugar popping his head in, grinning when he saw them in their state of undress. “Your match is starting in twenty.”

Titus nodded.

Sugar gave them one more lewd once-over, then left again.

“Let’s hope my knot goes down by then,” Titus murmured.

Ridley laughed, then hissed as the knot in question tugged on him from the inside.

“I probably look like a total mess,” Ridley said, wiping blindly under his eyes.

“You could never look like a mess. At worst, you’ll look well fucked,” Titus said, his thumb rubbing at the spot Ridley had just wiped.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Ridley asked.

“We just fucked? Do you want to spend the whole time arguing while we wait for my knot to go down?” Titus asked, defensive.

“Don’t get self-conscious,” Ridley said. “I like it. I like when you’re nice to me. ”

“Yeah, well…” Titus looked anywhere but at Ridley, his ears bright red. “Don’t get used to it.”

Ridley turned his head, tucking it into Titus’s neck, once more inhaling his scent. “Whatever you say, Alpha.”