Chapter 38 American Highways
American Highways
Aurora
While I’m gagging, he hands me a lemon-lime soda, which I drink down gladly. He says that if we need anything more powerful, then we will have to go to the hospital.
There’s a warning there that we both hear. It’s best to stay out of a hospital.
He buys me candy and more drinks, and then we get on the road. I sit up front with him. There’s a big bench seat. He puts his arm up on the back of it. The omega in me is squirming to be touched. She wants me to slide down the seat and snuggle up to him.
All the suppressant did was make me not want to throw up. I’m still so fucking horny. Can he feel that? Of course he can. He asked for my submission, and he’s going to get it. Maybe it’ll make him change his mind.
I can feel how open he is with me, too.
It’s kind of thrilling.
Oscar Soto came and got me. I’ve never been rescued before. I lay there by the door for hours in petrified fear. Padrick could overpower me. What if he found a way to my room? What if he called other alphas to help? I was doomed.
But what came to my door wasn’t a villain but a hero.
I slide down the bench seat and settle underneath his arm.
“Is this ok?” I ask.
“Does it please your inner omega?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t deny her during this time, Aurora. You’ll both be better for it.”
“Call me Ro, please.”
“Ro.”
Fuck. Hearing him say my name does things to me.
Oscar came for me. He came all the way to Salt Port to bring me home with him. His hand comes down onto my shoulder, and he tugs me closer. My veins pump hot.
Too hot.
My panties are soaked with slick. My chest and lungs ache. I run my hands up and down my thighs, and the sensation is wild.
“Oscar…”
“I know. You’re about to have a heat spike. I can feel it. I’m going to pull over.” The highway is empty, and he finds a turnoff among some trees. He turns and has me lie on his chest, my back to his front. “I’m going to make you feel better, Ro. Ok? Do you trust me?”
My head falls back against him.
“Yeah, please. Yes.” I’m writhing in my seat. My little black shorts need to go. I push them off my hips. I need my shirt off too, but I can’t think anymore. I need him. I need an alpha. I need sex. I need licking and biting and fucking.
Oscar’s hand presses on my stomach, then goes under my shirt and bra until he’s holding my breast. His other hand goes down the front of my panties.
“Oh my god.” My hips jump up to meet his two fingers that enter me. He pinches my nipple.
“You’re so wet, little omega. Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” Oscar growls in my ear.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I’m trying really hard not to do the math on our age difference right now. I need this man to help me out. I need this.
“Would you go down on me, Oscar?” I ask with shaky breath.
“Of course, mi cielito.”
He doesn’t, though. He works my pussy, and my nipple, then puts his mouth on my neck.
I press my feet against the inside of the car door and push back on him.
I hold on to his thighs as I give in to the pleasure of it all.
He whispers Spanish over my skin, and I can only guess what he says.
For a second, I think I’m so hot I’ll catch on fire, and then I come.
I cry out, and his fingers never stop.
“Fuck, Oscar!”
I grab onto his wrist, commanding him to be still, but he doesn’t.
“Again, mi cielito. Uno mas.” I give in and let him ring out another orgasm.
His hand is so large, hot, and fast. He realizes I can take it, so he gives it to me.
The windows fog, and I cry out. He’s got three fingers in me as I come again.
He quickly sticks them into his mouth and moans at how I taste, then puts only one finger on my most sensitive spot.
“Again.”
“Yes, fuck Oscar!”
His finger rolls my clit around, and I am absolutely lost as time no longer has meaning, and he makes me come again, like driving a car off a cliff.
When he’s finally done, and I’m draped over his body, panting and messy, my heart rate drops, and so does my temperature, but I’m barely getting any air. I completely pass out.
When I wake up some time later, my head is in Oscar’s lap, and we are driving down the freeway. My body feels much more normal. His hand is on my shoulder, rubbing gentle strokes.
I sit up and look around the overcast scenery. Dark clouds plague the sky, threatening to burst.
“I hope you slept well.” He’s wearing sunglasses, but then takes them off. My hand goes to my head. I pull down the visor and look in the mirror. My hair looks like shit.
“I can braid your hair so it doesn’t keep getting messed up. They say it’s best to braid an omega’s hair back during her heat. It helps keep it safe from rips and tears. I can do French braids, too.”
Hesitantly, and because I don’t believe he can actually braid my hair, and would like to call his bluff, I say, “Yeah, sure.”
He pulls off to the side of the road and puts the car in park, keeping the engine running. He quickly and confidently divides up my hair with his fingers. I hand him hair ties from my purse I have at my feet.
“Just one more side and then we’ll get on the road.”
I yawn and stretch, enjoying the feel of his fingers pulling my hair. When he’s done, he turns back and drives back onto the road. I admire the braids in the visor mirror. Hm. Not bad. I see a road sign and realize how much ground we’ve covered. I look at my hair again, surprised it looks so neat.
“Did you braid Cadi’s hair?”
He smiles at me. “Her hair is very short. I am going to need to practice when she’s not in heat.”
I’ve seen pictures of Cadi. Her black French bob is such a look. She looks like she’s the coolest fucking woman. We’d been texting each other this last week. Turns out we have a lot in common. We both like a lot of the same music. She tells me about her plants and the drama at the Omega Shelter.
“How long have I been asleep?”
“About three hours.”
“Damn, that’s not that long.”
He chuckles.
“It’s a long drive. Have you ever driven out this way?”
I open a bottle of water from the shopping bag and take a big sip.
“No, I’ve never left Salt Port, actually. Born and raised. If my dad had his way, I’d never even leave the pack house.”
His hands grip the steering wheel.
“A lot of people believe omegas shouldn’t travel, but they’ve done studies and omegas that are the happiest and healthiest travel often.
It’s the same data that shows if they have careers and pursuits or friends and interests outside of their pack, everyone in the pack is happier and healthier.
I think alphas let their possessive traits rule a pack too much, and it’s to everyone’s detriment. ”
“Do you plan on practicing any of the things you say, or do you just like to philosophize about it?” My hand touches my braids, knowing it’s an unfair question.
He doesn’t call me a brat, though, or tell me I’m rude, but instead he takes the next exit and pulls into a roadside diner.
“Lunchtime,” he says.
My stomach growls.
Maybe my attitude is because I’m hungry. I issue a small sorry, and we head inside. He orders two meals, I order one, which I find weird. But after I eat my whole burger and fries, he slides over the BLT with a side salad, and I eat that, too.
“When you go into heat, you won’t eat. You’ll lose body mass and be dehydrated by the end.
Don’t worry, you won’t notice. Your body will be sustained by your alpha’s cum, and your inner omega will prevent you from feeling anything more than lust and satiation.
However, when you come out of it, how well you ate before and how much water you managed to drink during your heat will help in a faster, less difficult recovery. ”
I flag down the server to get me a milkshake.
“That’s good to know.”
“Cadi’s nest is done. The new one. She texted you, but I told her you haven’t had your phone with you. She’d like to know if you’d have your heat there. She’d be happy if you said yes.”
“Oh.”
My heat in Cadi’s nest. Goosebumps rise across my skin.
“Acadia is the kindest person I know. She cares about people and causes. It’s one of her defining traits.
She stands up for people. She gives of herself.
It would make her happy if you accepted her gesture.
If your inner omega is turned off by it, that’s fine, too.
I can reserve a nest for temporary use.”
My stomach sours at the thought. At least I know how I feel about that idea. My milkshake gets here, and I drink half of it quickly. Oscar orders a coffee for himself.
“I think that would be fine. I guess I’m worried she’ll change her mind.”
“She won’t.”
“Will she join me in the nest?”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll let her know.”
“Also, thank you for earlier. When you got me off in the car. I’ve never felt better.”
“It’s what I’m here for. If you have another heat spike, I may not be able to go down on you, like you asked, since we’re driving. I hope that’s ok.”
I breathe my milkshake in instead of drinking it and have a total coughing fit.
Oh my god. Oscar gives me a devilish half smile and sits back in the booth. Oh, boy, he’s not playing around, is he? Am I into older men? It would appear so. He hands me a water glass, and I drink it to stop coughing.
He gets his coffee to go, and we pay the bill and leave. He sprays my mouth twice with the bitter shit from hell and then hands me a bag of candies to chase it with.
He says the suppressant will delay my heat, hopefully long enough to get to Cash City. About an hour later, after listening to the entire album by a pop singer, we start chatting.
“I think this is my favorite album of hers,” Oscar says when I question if he even knows who the artist is, “even though her latest album should have been better, I have to admit it fell short.”
“I don’t mean to agree with a man about this, but I do here.”
“It’s just good, front to back. Have you watched the visual album?”
“Duh.”
“What’s your favorite video?”
“The one where she tears the car apart.”