35. Lars
35
LARS
“What are your favorite books?”
Olive’s sweet voice reached me from where she was curled up in the passenger seat, facing me. She’d already been all smiles when she walked out of the house this morning, ready for our date, but when I told her we were road-tripping to different romance bookstores? She’d let out a shriek, jumped in my arms, and pulled me in for a deep kiss I could still feel against my lips.
She was so fucking easy to please, and it made me want to do everything I could to make her happy.
Olive seemed to think that she was a difficult omega… that her medical issue would scare us away. It was the biggest load of bullshit. I hadn’t seen her on one of her dark days yet, but there was nothing that would put me off, and I would do whatever I could to prove I wasn’t going anywhere.
I glanced over at her. Fuck, she was so pretty. She was wearing some sort of plaid long-sleeved dress today and knitted tights, and I wished I could pull her into my lap. I turned my eyes back on the road and placed my hand on her thigh. She immediately surrounded it with hers, clinging to my wrist like maybe she wanted my touch as much as I craved hers.
“So… do you have one?” she asked .
My brain whirred, trying to remember the question.
Fuck, she was asking me about books .
I knew this would come up today. How could it not, when our date was literally all about books? My chest swirled with that familiar shame, and my throat was tight as I tried to clear it. Why did it feel like such a big deal to tell her? Olive wouldn’t judge me. I knew that, but fuck, I couldn’t stop the squeezing feeling in my chest.
“I don’t really read,” I hedged.
“Yeah?” She traced her fingers up and down my forearm, and I tightened my hold on her leg, digging my fingers into her lush thigh. “No favorites from what you have read?”
I stayed quiet as I changed lanes, passing a slow tractor. “I’m dyslexic,” I finally said when the silence stretched on too long. “I had to read books in school, but I hated it. It always felt impossible.”
My huge size had stopped me from getting bullied about not being able to read in school, but my omega loved books. Would she see me differently knowing we could never share this hobby?
Her hold on me tightened. “Did you not get any help or support?”
“My moms advocated for me.” Understatement of the century. They’d been in and out of the school constantly to make sure my teachers were following my education plan. “But none of the tutoring worked.” And that was the real issue, wasn’t it? No matter how many specialists they hired, I couldn’t figure it out. I wasn’t smart enough.
Olive squeezed my hand. “That sounds so hard. I’m sorry.”
I kept my eyes on the road. I couldn’t look over at her, didn’t want to see the pity in her eyes.
“Wait,” she said, sitting up straighter. “So you don’t know anything about the books you gave me?”
I furrowed my brow, unsure why she was asking. “No?”
“Oh thank God,” she breathed out with a laugh. “I was really worried there for a second.”
I braved a glance at her. She was smiling. “What do you mean?”
“I love that you gave me a courting gift,” she said quickly.
Uh huh . “But? ”
“But those were the biggest bunch of red-flag bro books I’ve ever seen.” She giggled and tightened her hold on my hand as if I were going to pull it away. “I’m relieved you didn’t know. But I really, really appreciate you getting them for me.”
I couldn’t believe I had an omega this sweet—thanking me multiple times for my apparently shitty courting gift. I captured her hand and brought it to my mouth, kissing it. “Fucking Hank,” I muttered. “I don’t really know what a bro book is, but I promise I’ll get you better ones today.” Lucy had given me a list of bookstores in nearby towns that catered to romance, so I wouldn’t fuck this up.
Olive let go of my hand, and my chest tightened at the loss of contact. My anxiety turned to anger when I heard the click of the seatbelt and saw her unbuckled , leaning over the center console towards me. I swore, tightening my grip on the wheel. “What are you doing? Get your ass buckled.” I couldn’t stop the bark in my voice, my heart pounding at the idea of crashing with her unprotected. Olive wavered, briefly sitting down in her seat, but then she moved back over the console.
I was getting ready to fucking pull over when she planted a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks for telling me about your dyslexia.” Her words were soft and sweet, and I couldn’t help but fucking melt, my alpha instantly soothed by our omega.
I cleared my throat. “Get buckled. It’s not safe.” My words came out gentler this time.
Olive gave me one more kiss on the cheek before doing what I said. “Yes, alpha.”
I put my hand back on her leg, this time higher up, so my pinky was dangerously close to brushing her sweet pussy. “I should punish you for that, naughty girl. Car safety is very important.”
I grinned as I caught a bit of her sweet perfume. She’d worn scent-canceling deodorant today, and while I wished she hadn’t, I understood it. Lucy always wore it, too. Said it made her feel less exposed in public.
“I take it you’re not a fan of road head, then?” she asked.
My brain stuttered. Stopped. Was probably melting out of the bottom of my fucking skull as my cock hardened. A low growl rumbled through my chest as images of her pouty lips wrapped around my cock as I drove—my hand on top of her head, pushing her down to take me more—flashed through my mind.
“That would be unsafe.” My voice was strangled.
She just hummed.
The steady sound of the blinker filled the truck as I turned into the first bookstore parking lot.
“Will you park there?” She pointed at a shady spot in an empty area at the very back of the parking lot.
“You sure? There are spots closer.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
I turned left to get to the back of the lot. Today was her day. Whatever my omega wanted, she got.
I put the truck in park and took a deep breath, willing my hard-on to go away. An impossible ask, really, since I was always hard around Olive. I would just have to do my best. Limit my walking. Keep Olive in front of me.
“You ready, sweetheart?” I asked, giving her leg one last squeeze before reaching for the door.
“Wait.” She was leaning over the middle console again, a mischievous look in her eye. “You won something yesterday.” Her hand trailed down my chest. Down down down until she was cupping my aching cock through my pants. “My alpha also said he needs to punish me.” Her voice was a sultry whisper. “But I’m a good girl. I don’t think I deserve to be punished.”
Her ass was in the air as she leaned over, and I couldn’t stop myself from palming it, squeezing hard. “Naughty little omegas don’t get to decide when they get punished. That’s why you need an alpha to keep you in line.”
Her pupils were wide, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she lowered herself and kissed my cock through my clothes.
“You’re going to give me a fucking heart attack one of these days, sweetheart,” I said with a groan. “Take out my cock.”
A smile tugged at her lips as she did what I commanded. Because she really was a good girl. My good girl .
But if she wanted to be my naughty girl right now? Who was I to refuse?
Her small hand fisted the base of my cock.
“That’s it,” I said through gritted teeth. I wrapped her hair around my hand and guided her down. Her ass tipped higher in the air as she balanced herself over the console and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.
I tightened my grip on her hair. “You want this rough, sweetheart? Want your alpha to take control?”
Her moaned “yes” sent vibrations through me, making my hips jerk. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long.
I pushed down on her head, forcing her to take me deeper. “Relax that throat for me.” Her mouth was so wet and warm. The best thing I’d ever felt. She choked a bit and I pulled her back. “Take a breath. That’s it. You’re doing so well.” Then I pushed her back down. “Relax again for me. There you go.”
The tip of my cock forced its way into her tight little throat. Tears streamed down her face, but she stayed where she was, swallowing me down. I swore and pulled her off me. “Take a breath.” As soon as she had, I forced her back down again, thrusting up in her throat. I would have been worried about hurting her, about being too rough, but her scent filled the truck, thick with arousal, and her moans of pleasure just spurred me on.
“Get ready to swallow.” I barely managed to get out the words of warning before I came hard and fast down her throat. My hold on her immediately eased, and I gently stroked her hair as she caught her breath and lapped up any spilled cum.
After a few minutes, she slowly moved until she was sitting on her heels in the passenger seat. “Did I do good?” she asked, bouncing slightly.
I snorted. As if she fucking didn’t know she’d just ripped my soul out of my body. “Look at you, sitting there so proud.” I gripped her chin. “You did so well, little omega.”
“I’ve been practicing,” she said, cheeks flushed.
My heart sped up. “Practicing?” I growled.
“With a dildo,” she clarified.
The growl in my chest intensified. “Stay right there.”
I got out of the truck and checked our surroundings. Our area of the parking lot was still empty, and my body would shield anyone’s view of my omega.
Being away from her for the few seconds it took for me to get to her door was too long. Possessiveness surged through me as I flung the passenger door open.
Big brown eyes met mine. I leaned down and collared her throat with my hand.
“You need a cock to practice on, you come get me, sweetheart. Understand?”
Her lips parted, and I pressed my thumb inside her mouth. She immediately started sucking on it as she nodded her head.
“Good. Now, we need to deal with you being naughty.”
An indignant look crossed her face, and I pressed my finger deeper into her mouth before she could say anything.
“No arguing. You gave me a blow job like a very good girl, but we still have to deal with you unbuckling your seatbelt in a moving car. We’ll take care of this quickly, and then we can go inside the bookstore and I’ll buy you whatever you want. Okay, sweetheart?”
I pulled my thumb from her mouth. There was still a pout on her lip, but she didn’t argue.
“Spin around and face the middle console.”
She did what I asked, showing me her delicious ass. Part of me wished we had stayed at home today so I could fuck her all day long, but she deserved to be taken out on dates and spoiled.
I just needed her to know who she belonged to before we went inside.
I flipped the skirt of her dress up and quickly pulled down her tights. My heart stuttered. “You’re not wearing fucking panties?” I squeezed her ass cheeks in both hands, my cock fucking growing hard again as I took in how she filled my palms, how beautiful her curves were.
She wiggled her ass. “I just didn’t feel like it today.”
“Uh huh. I think you wanted to tease your alpha.”
My hand came down on her ass cheek, which turned pink and jiggled under my hand. I gave a matching smack on her other cheek. She tried to crawl away, but I secured her with a hand on her hip. “You can stop this anytime, sweetheart.”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was a full omega whine.
“Fuck, you’re perfect for me.”
I spanked her again, harder this time until her cheeks were bright red, my rhythm broken only by thrusting my fingers inside her dripping cunt. I groaned as I brought my fingers to my lips.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“Alpha, please,” she begged.
I smacked her ass again and then rubbed in the sting. “What do you need?”
She peered back over her shoulder. “I need to come.”
I cupped her pussy. “Such a greedy girl. You’re dripping for me.” She rocked back into me to gain friction, but I quickly pulled away and moved her tights back in place. “Naughty girls don’t get to come. But if you’re a very good girl today, maybe your alpha will let you come this evening.”
Olive turned around and fixed me with a look so fierce it would have struck fear into my heart if she didn’t look as adorable and harmless as a kitten.
“You can’t leave me like this,” she whimpered.
I lifted her out of the truck, making sure her body was pressed against mine. “I can.” I fisted her hair, tilting her head back. “I want you to be reminded with every step that your pussy is all pink and puffy and dripping because of me.”
My chest rumbled, and Olive whined.
I gently patted her ass. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get some books.”