The Night Movers S2 - Episode 5 - Part 2 (Patreon)

Smut

Ridley’s head went hazy the moment they were alone in the enclosed space. He’d been smelling Sugar’s scent wrapped around him for hours, but the pheromones now coming off him in waves had his thoughts swimming and his body reacting.

The scent thickened in the small space, dark and sweet and unmistakably alpha. Ridley blinked slowly, movements honeyed, as he stared up at the alpha studying him. 

Sugar was so gorgeous, so beautiful and powerful, and Ridley couldn’t think of anything but hanging off of his knot. He wanted Sugar to fuck him, to make him scream. He wanted everyone to know Sugar was breeding him right there in the van because he couldn’t wait to get home, because he needed Ridley as badly as Ridley needed him.

He licked his suddenly dry lips, taking in every inch of the alpha. Water beaded on his mahogany skin; his clothes wet and hugging every muscle. He wasn’t as soaked as the other alphas still playing their silly little games in the rain, but the fabric showed off every peak, every valley, every ridge of his chest and belly, his bulging arms, his strong shoulders. Every line of him looked carved from something harder than flesh. 

Ridley could feel this panic building, this need. He was desperate to touch him, taste him, bury his face in his scent. Just his proximity had Ridley’s toes curling, his body reacting without his permission. He whined, his hips grinding up into nothing instinctively, as he looked up at the alpha now kneeling between his open legs. 

Sugar didn’t move, didn’t touch, he just…looked at him, his gaze devouring every inch of him like he was deciding which part to eat first. Ridley’s body was responding like his alpha was already touching him. His nipples were hard, his cock straining against the unforgiving fabric of his pants, he was wet, his body empty in a place so deep only his alpha could fill it. 

Ridley’s chest rose and fell, his breaths increasing in time with his pulse, his thoughts scattering almost as quickly as they arrived. He couldn’t think, just feel. And he was aching, desperate, his omega willing to do anything to please his alpha. His gaze dropped to the obvious outline of Sugar’s cock. Why wasn’t he touching him. 

“What’s going on?” he managed, practically panting now at the pheromones clinging in the air so thick he could taste them like sour candy. 

Sugar growled low in his chest, falling forward until he hovered over Ridley, hands planted on either side of him, but still not touching. “What’s going on is you’ve been wearing my coat all night. I can smell our scents mingling and it's driving me crazy.” 

Ridley had no chance to respond, but it didn’t matter. He was far beyond any ability to hold a coherent conversation. 

Sugar crashed their mouths together, his tongue immediately sweeping inside, filthy and possessive. Ridley whined, hips grinding into the air once more, hands on Sugar’s hips trying to drag him down on top of him, where he could get a little friction to relieve the painful hollow feeling. Sugar ignored him, breaking the kiss to lick along the tendon of his neck. 

Ridley’s whole body bowed as white hot pleasure knifed through him as Sugar’s teeth scraped across his swollen scent gland. “Please, alpha,” he gasped, tilting his head to give him better access.

“Please, what?” Sugar taunted, his voice like gravel against his skin as he sucked at the tender flesh, causing another wave of heat to crash through him. 

“Don’t make me say it,” Ridley begged, body flushing, hands clutching at his clothes, still trying to pull him down on top of him. 

Sugar nipped at his jaw, then licked over the spot. “Of course, I’m gonna make you say it. You want me to make you say it. You never shut up when you’re like this, whining and begging. No need to start now.” 

He licked his way into Ridley’s mouth once more, his hand closing around Ridley’s throat, squeezing until Ridley felt dizzy, more slick gushing from him, soaking the fabric stretched over his ass and thighs. 

“See? Your body knows what a slut you are. Knows what a filthy fucking mouth you have when you want to be fucked and filled, bent over and used.” 

“Alpha,” Ridley whimpered, desperate for more. 

Sugar could probably talk him through an orgasm just like Diesel. He didn’t remember what it was like to have Sugar inside him during his heat. That first night was mostly a blur. 

But he wanted to know ardently. He needed to know. Now. He needed him inside him right now. But it was clear Sugar was determined to play with him first. They loved their games.

“I can smell you,” Sugar said against his lips. “Your fucking dripping, huh?” 

“Yes, alpha.” 

“Is it me or would you let any alpha crawl between your legs?” 

His hand tightened, his gaze boring into him. 

“You know it’s you,” Ridley gasped. “You think your scent wrapped around me all night hasn’t affected  me too? You’re the one being mean.” 

“Oh, am I mean, shortcake? Hmm?” His mouth was so soft as he trailed kisses across his jaw, his cheek, his teeth nipping at the tip of Ridley’s nose. “Does it hurt?” 

“Yes,” Ridley managed, staring up at him like he was looking at a god. His god. One of them anyway. 

Sugar’s hand slid from Ridley’s neck to his lower abdomen, pressing until Ridley’s breath hitched, his swallow audible even over the roar of the engines outside. 

“You want me here?” Sugar asked, biting at his  lower lip. “You need me to fill that ache?” 

Ridley nodded desperately, words tumbling out against his will. “Yes, please. Fuck. Need you, alpha. Inside me. Need your knot. So fucking empty. Breed me.” 

Sugar chuckled, settling between Ridley’s legs. He wrapped them around him instinctively, gasping at the feel of his cock grinding against Sugar’s much larger one. 

Sugar rumbled low in his chest, driving his hips down into Ridley’s, electricity knifing through him once more until his blood was humming. 

He gripped Ridley’s jaw tight, wrenching his head to the side so he could growl directly into his ear. “More.” 

Ridley blinked back tears, writhing beneath him, a sob building at the lack of any kind of relief. “More what?” he mumbled, his voice not sounding like his own. “Hurts.” 

He forced Ridley’s gaze back to his. “Then beg like you fucking mean it.” 

“Please,” Ridley said, feeling like he’d ripped the words from him. “Please alpha. Please fuck me, breed me. I want your knot, your pups. I want you to fuck me so full every single alpha knows what you’re doing to me.” 

He released Ridley’s face, giving him another bruising kiss, biting his lower lip and tugging it sharply before saying, “Was that so fucking hard?” 

Ridley shook his head. “No, no. I’m sorry, alpha,” Ridley babbled, his hand working between their bodies where his cock was straining behind his zipper. “I’m so sorry. It hurts. I need you.” 

Sugar snatched his wrist.  “Don’t you dare.” 

Ridley wailed at the injustice. He looked up at Sugar, tears streaming freely down his face. He was hot everywhere, his cock aching, his head empty. His only thought, his only need was getting his alpha’s knot where he needed it. Somewhere deep down, he knew it was chemical, that the pheromones were so heavy, Ridley could think of nothing but Sugar’s knot, his pups, pleasing his alpha, being good for him, being his perfect omega. 

Sugar’s pheromones were a drug and Ridley was eagerly sucking them into his lungs. The high was near euphoric, this exquisite pleasure pain that made him want to rake his nails down sugars back. 

“Take your shirt off,” he panted. “I want to touch you, alpha. Please.” 

Sugar sat up just long enough to strip the fabric from his body, throwing the shirt away. Ridley groaned, his hands tracing the muscles of his belly and chest, his skin hot beneath his palms. He ran his thumbs over his nipples, pulling a growl from him before he snagged his wrists and pinned them over his head. 

“Enough,” Sugar said.  

Ridley sobbed. He felt so distant, his body and brain disconnected. “Please…” he tried again. “Fuck me, fill me up.” 

Sugar tsked at him, licking the tears from his cheeks, before getting up on his knees to look down at him. “How am I supposed to believe you want my knot when you aren’t even presenting yourself properly for your alpha,” he chided, four fingers gripping the waistband of Ridley’s pants and tugging, not to remove them but like he wanted Ridley to focus on only him. 

“I-I ca-can do it,” Ridley managed through his tears. 

“Show me,” Sugar purred. 

Ridley rolled onto his belly, leaving his shirt and Sugar’s jacket in place even as he canted his hips, ass in the air. He dragged his pants down to mid-thigh, sucking in a breath as the cold air hit his wet skin. He dropped his hands down, letting them lay limp on either side of him, to pheromone drunk to care about anything but following commands.

He yelped as Sugar’s hand cracked across one cheek, leaving fire in its wake. Ridley craned his head around to give him a betrayed look, but Sugar just raised a brow, rubbing the tender spot almost apologetically, directly at odds with his words. “Don’t look at your alpha like that, shortcake. I can spank you all night instead.” 

Ridley whined. He was sweating. He dropped his damp forehead to the cold metal floor, enjoying the brief respite. A startled cry escaped as Sugar spread him open. He expected a touch, his hands, his tongue…something. But when he risked another glance Sugar was locked in, staring at the most intimate part of him. 

“It’s just pouring out of you,” he said, nostrils flaring. “It’s just like the last time I had you like this. You begged for it then too, begged for my knot. He said it casually but there was a dark gleam in his eyes, his jaw tight. His tongue darted out to lick across his lower lips. “I thought it was your heat, but you really are just a whore for your alphas.” 

Ridley nodded, another whine escaping. “Yes, please. Yours. Your whore. Your omega. Please.” 

Sugar laughed, his large hands dropping to his pants. Ridley grew even wetter at the clink of metal on metal as Sugar’s deft fingers opened his belt, shoving his clothing out of the way. Ridley almost swallowed his tongue at the image he made on his knees like that, bare chested, his pants stretched over his perfect ass, thick thighs straining. 

Sugar met Ridley’s gaze as he freed his flushed cock. It fell hard and heavy, between his legs, his knot already swelling at the base. Ridley licked his own lips, looking up at him desperately. 

Sugar smirked at him, dragging three fingers over Ridley’s swollen hole, using his slick to coat his cock before stroking himself, holding his gaze. 

“I could get off just looking at you,” Sugar said, working his hand faster as his other fingers teased Ridley’s rim. A low moan escaped as two fingers pressed inside. He worked them in and out, slowly, like he was doing it for his own viewing pleasure and not to give Ridley any cure for the emptiness inside. 

“I could spread you open just like this,” he murmured, spreading two fingers inside him. “and cum inside your greedy little cunt, then leave you here just like this and send the others to do the same.” 

Ridley’s hips jerked back of their own volition, forcing Sugar’s fingers deeper. “No…want you. Just you. Please. How many times do I have to beg?” 

Sugar slammed those two fingers deep, curling them just right, dragging another strangled cry from him. “Until I say you’re done, omega.” 

Ridley sobbed, but he was still fucking himself back on Sugar like a sex toy. Sugar didn’t stop him, just watched Ridley, his gaze hungry as he continued to lazily jerk himself off. 

“Why are you doing this?” Ridley asked around another sob. 

“Cause you’re pretty like this,” he said. “Steele said you like to beg, to grovel. That your tears made him harder than he’d ever been before and that the meaner he was, the wetter you got. Seems he wasn’t wrong, was he?” 

The thought of his alphas comparing notes should have bothered him, but it didn’t. “No,” he managed, tears hot on his cheeks. 

“Out there, everyone thinks you own us, but they’ve never seen how easily you go down for us. How you whine and beg for our knots. How you’ll do anything we fucking tell you to if it means you end the night fucked and bred. You love this don’t you? You love being used, being humiliated. You love being made to beg.” 

Ridley nodded along. His words had his cock straining, leaking onto the cold metal below, slick rushing out from between Sugar’s fingers. “Yes. Yes. Please. Do it. Breed me.”

“Say it,” Sugar crooned, fingers twisting in a way that had Ridley seeing stars. “Tell me what a whore you are.” 

Ridley was nodding, tears dripping onto the dirty floor. “I am. I’m a whore.  I’m a slut. Your slut. Your omega. Please, alpha just put it in already.” 

Ridley all but wailed as Sugar’s fingers disappeared. Until his cock slammed home, stretching him to his limits, dragging a scream from Ridley. One large hand gripped Ridley’s hip so tight it felt like his bones might shatter, the other pressed down on the fabric bunched between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place while he fucked him so hard Ridley was sure his knees were going to give out, until he was certain his brain had melted like rubber tires on hot pavement outside. 

“This what you wanted?” Sugar grunted, words stilted as he drove into him. 

Ridley couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. His mouth was open, the cold metal seeping into his cheek, saliva pooling in the grooves of the floor, his knees aching from the strain, but he couldn’t form words. Sugar was so thick, so big, his cock reached so deep, Ridley couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and touching his belly, feeling the bulge there every time the alpha bottomed out. 

“Like that, shortcake? Like how full you feel? Like how deep I get. Can you feel me? Fuck, youre so wet, so hot inside. Your fucking cunt is just milking my cock. You're so greedy for it. Our pretty little cum slut, only happy when he’s hanging off a knot, stuffed full.” 

Ridley nodded along, electricity shooting through him every time Sugar’s cock drilled into his prostate. He was gonna come untouched. It was all too much. The heat, the pressure, the mindnumbing euphoria that was Sugar’s knot swelling with each thrust. Soon he wouldn’t be able to pull out. Soon his knot would catch, locking him inside, then he’d fill him up, breed him, fuck him so full it had to take. 

“It has to take,” he slurred. “Breed me. Give me your pups.”

Sugar groaned at  his words. “Gonna knot you, shortcake. Gonna give you just what you need. You ready?” Sugar taunted, words punching from him as he fucked him just how he needed. 

Ridley could feel his knot catch, then slam against his rim, too big to go further. Ridley’s hand slid from his belly to his cock. “Can I?” he sobbed. 

“Go ahead,” Sugar grunted. 

Ridley came the moment he touched himself. He didn’t even have time to stroke himself. One squeeze and he was screaming, fireworks exploding behind his eyelids as he spilled all over the van floor. 

Sugar forced him back on his knot with a roar. Ridley screamed as he locked inside him. The pain was excruciating, dragging another orgasm from him before the first was even over.  

Sugar draped himself over him, biting down hard on the back of his neck, knot throbbing as he filled him up. “Oh, fuck. That’s it, shortcake. I can feel you clenching around me. You're so greedy,” he groaned. 

Sugar placed a soft kiss on the spot where his teeth had just been. 

Then Ridley’s world went black. 

When he came to, he was still on Sugar’s knot but he was in his lap, his back to Sugar’s chest, his head resting on his shoulder. His jacket and shirt were gone. He didn’t even pick up his head, just let it loll as he looked up at him. “What happened?” 

“You passed the fuck out. Welcome back,” Sugar teased, nipping at his ear. “You alive?” 

“Mm,” Ridley said, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He stifled a yawn behind his hand, then stretched, his muscles screaming before just melted against Sugar. 

Sugar groaned. “Careful or you’ll snap my dick off, then what will you do?” 

“Use one of my other five alphas cocks?” Ridley taunted, then yelped as Sugar pinched his side.

He still felt hazy, drugged, but mellow. It wasn’t a deep, drugging haze, more like a giggly, lazy kind of euphoria. He ached everywhere. His belly was bloated. But Sugar’s lap was comfortable, his pheromones giving Ridley a false sense of security even in the middle of several dangerous gangs.  

He winced, his pants were still twisted around his thighs.He was about to complain to Sugar when the door of the van flew open, Steele taking them in for a solid thirty seconds before he climbed in and shut the door. 

He gave Ridley a hard once over, before peeling his shirt over his head. “Hope you didn’t wear him out too much. I just lost. I need to work out some of my frustration.” 

Ridley’s cock twitched against his thigh, a low whimper escaping as he felt himself reach for Steele. 

“Uh-uh,” Sugar said, tightening his arm around his waist, holding him against him. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.” 

He shifted beneath him and Ridley felt his knot press deeper. He made a sad noise that made them both laugh. 

Steele smirked at him, crawling towards him. “Don’t worry,strawberry. I’ll come to you.” To Sugar, he said, “Maybe we should open a window.” 

Ridley felt that haze returning. “No, don’t,” he begged, words slurring. 

“He’s high off the pheromones,” he heard Sugar say, watching absently as he lifted one of Ridley’s limp arms only for it to fall again. “See? It's almost like he’s in heat again. You need to be careful with him. I used him pretty hard.” 

Steele’s face softened in a way that had a pit forming in Ridley’s belly. He’d never looked at him like that before, not even when he was inside him. “I’m not gonna break him.” To Ridley, he said, “You game, pretty boy?” 

Ridley giggled, nodding his head. 

He looked at Sugar. “You gonna stay and play too?” 

Sugar glanced down at where they were joined. “I don’t have much choice.”  

His heart skipped as a slow, feral grin spread across Steele’s face. “Well, then. This should be fun.”