Chapter 5 #2
I shook my head to clear that disgusting thought as Quincy and I burst out into the cool, mountain night. It was spring, and that high up in the mountains the nights were cold. Neither of us had suitable coats, but it didn’t really matter.
“There it is,” Quincy said, nodding to the huge, surprisingly glamorous RV parked in the far corner of the lot.
It had “Kincade Slopes” painted on the side in elegant lettering, which made me laugh. Mads had implied he and Benny used it as a heat getaway, but I suppose when you ran a business, any opportunity to advertise was a good one.
“This is perfect,” Quincy said, breathless and radiating heat, once we unlocked the side door and stepped inside. “I’ve always thought RVs like this are super cool, but this one is really nice.”
He was right. High-end might have been an understatement.
The interior of the RV was as posh as any room at the lodge, with cozy furnishings and a tiny but complete kitchen.
A surprisingly large bedroom stood at the back of the vehicle, down a tight hallway.
There was even a bathroom with a shower, albeit one I wasn’t sure my alpha bulk would fit into comfortably.
“We could drive to the ends of the earth and back in this,” Quincy sighed, looking around.
I caught the tears in his eyes. Miserable tears.
His mood had changed on a dime. Or maybe I was just reading things wrong.
Three minutes ago, he’d been naughty and mischievous.
If I didn’t know any better, at that second, I’d’ve said he was depressed beyond reason and about to sink into a ball and sob.
Then he sucked in a deep breath and turned to me, the excitement and wickedness back in his eyes.
“Let’s go!” he said, pushing me down the narrow corridor to the driver’s and passenger’s seats at the very front of the vehicle.
“Let’s see how far we can get before I can’t stand it anymore and have to mount you and ride you like a stallion. ”
That made me laugh, but I also made me hot as fuck. Which might have been an advantage, since it kept me from being anxious about driving something as large as a luxury RV for the first time.
Honestly, it wasn’t all that different from driving a truck, which I’d done before.
The controls were fairly similar. I was large enough to feel comfortable in the driver’s seat, and with a few adjustments, my feet were on the pedals, the mirrors pointed where they needed to point, and I was able to use the handy cameras to back up and make a turn without hitting anything.
We made it as far as the base of the mountain.
“That’s it,” Quincy gasped, peeling his shirt up over his head. “I can’t take it anymore. This wave is too strong. I need your cock in me.”
I could only manage a grunt in reply. I felt it, too. I was so close to rut that I could barely see to find a place to pull the RV over.
There was a small, gravel parking lot with what looked like an empty trailer just before the road up to the lodge met the main road. I managed to pull over there and, miraculously, turned the RV off and put the parking brake on before Quincy tackled me.
“Mine,” he purred, somehow already naked, tugging and ripping at my clothes to try to get to my skin.
I didn’t want him to mount me while I was sitting in the driver’s seat of an RV.
For one, there wasn’t enough room to move around.
For another, Mads had mentioned something about heat supplies in the RV, and as horny and desperate as I was, I had enough sense rattling around in my brain to know I didn’t want to get this amazing and fiery omega pregnant.
But the only word that made it out of my mouth was, “Bed,” before Quincy slammed his mouth over mine.
I loved kissing him. I decided that right away as I muscled my way out of the driver’s seat with Quincy wrapped around me.
I have no idea at all how I did it, but I managed to struggle my way through the RV, bumping into nearly every piece of furniture and wall on my way, to the bedroom at the back.
Quincy showed remarkable strength and agility as he clung to me and humped my side.
“You’re so hot,” Quincy gasped, sliding out of my arms and down to his knees on the cold floor in front of me once we reached the bed and I started to search for the heat supplies. “Need you.”
It was wild and heady. Quincy undid my trousers and yanked them down as I reached up to check the cabinets above the bed. There were extra sheets, blankets, and pillows in most of those cabinets, but not the spermicide I was so anxious to find.
“It’s probably in one of the bedside—ah!”
I had to grip the edge of the cabinet above me as Quincy took my cock out and rubbed his face up and down its length before drawing it into his mouth.
He was definitely in heat for real. His gag reflex was gone, and he bobbed on me, taking me deeper and deeper, to the point where I was sure he couldn’t breathe.
My omega was sacrificing himself for my pleasure. The alpha in me roared with satisfaction, eclipsing the last of my rational thoughts. I let go of the cabinet and grabbed handfuls of Quincy’s pink and purple hair so I had the purchase I needed to fuck his throat.
It felt so good. So incredibly right. His lip ring drove me wild as it rubbed the underside of my cock.
No omega had ever made me feel like that before.
I started to come right away, deeply pleased with the feeling of emptying my balls down my omega’s throat.
I was giving him what he needed, providing for him, and causing us both so much pleasure as I did.
That wasn’t enough. Even though Quincy hummed between swallows, making sounds of bliss, it wasn’t enough.
As soon as my balls were empty, and I could already feel them swelling again as I staggered back and flopped to sit on the bed, Quincy launched himself up and into my arms.
“Fuck me,” he gasped, a glistening, pearly drop at the corner of his mouth. “I need your knot. I need it to make the pain stop.”
Those words hit me and skated right off the part of my brain that wanted to grab hold of them and know what they meant. I needed to knot this enigmatic omega as much as he wanted me in him.
I scrambled back over the bed, taking him with me.
The point was to reach for the drawer on the wall beside the edge of the bed to see if it contained spermicide, but what I actually accomplished was spreading myself out like a feast for Quincy.
He tore at my suit jacket and shirt, getting them off me as fast as he could, then licked a long, wet stripe up my belly and chest once he had me bared to him.
I moaned with the sweet pleasure of it all. It wasn’t the same dynamic as when we’d played in the lodge suite, but Quincy was still running the show.
And I loved it.
With the last shreds of my control as Quincy yanked and tugged to get my trousers all the way off, I reached for the bedside drawer. Blessedly, there were a few bottles of spermicide in there.
Relief that I could let go and give my omega what he needed during his heat spurred me to take charge. Quincy gladly let me as I grabbed him and hauled him around until he was flat on his back under me.
“Yes, alpha!” he gasped. “Give me everything I need.”
I growled and surged down for a possessive kiss.
The entire weekend was supposed to be about pretending, right?
I wanted to pretend that Quincy was really mine, that I’d courted and won the tattooed and pierced omega with bright hair.
I’d given my family and society the finger and claimed exactly the right omega for me, the one I wanted.
It was like I was possessed by the alpha I wanted to be instead of the one I was as I pulled down the covers so Quincy and I could get between them—it was cold, after all—and pulled his legs up and to the side, opening him wide.
“You’re going to take it all,” I said as I popped open the bottle of spermicide and squirted what I hoped was enough on my hand. “I’m going to fill you up.”
Quincy panted and squirmed as I pushed the gel into him. His face was contorted, either in pleasure or pain, as I worked to give him pleasure as well as protection. I worried that something was wrong with him for about three seconds before rut took over and I moved so that I could thrust into him.
It was bliss, pure and simple. Quincy’s small, lithe body accepted mine so willingly, and he cried out with pleasure as I thrust deeper and deeper into him. In no time, I was hitting against the closed mouth of his womb. My alpha wanted to force his way in and fill Quincy’s womb with my seed.
I wanted more than that. I wanted to taste the sweet fruit that I’d only ever heard about. I could feel Quincy inside and around me more than I’d ever connected with any omega before. My alpha reached for him, wanting to take, mate, claim. He was mine, and no other alpha would ever—
I hit something just as my knot swelled and my orgasm made conscious thought impossible.
It was like an invisible barrier that hurt to smash against. It was like the closed entrance to his womb times a thousand.
My inner alpha roared in protest, but the rest of me, particularly my spasming, pleasure-flooded body, couldn’t make any sense of it.
The sensation faded away as my orgasm subsided. I was exhausted, and all I wanted to do was collapse with my knot still inside my omega and cuddle with him, giving him as many aftershock orgasms as I could.
“That was amazing,” I rumbled, tugging the thick bedcovers over us to seal us in a perfect cocoon of heat and intimacy. “You’re amazing.”
Sleep rushed over me faster than I wanted it to. Before I gave in to it entirely, I could have sworn Quincy was sobbing.