Chapter 38 American Highways #2
“See, that’s good, but I’ll forever remember my first time seeing the one with the dancers on the rooftop and the helicopter landing in the pool.”
“It’s iconic.”
“It defines the word iconic.”
We talk more about music. I didn’t realize Oscar liked so many artists that I did. We share too many of the same opinions as well, so it’s mostly just repeating each other and agreeing. We stop a second time for another meal, and this time, I can’t even look at the food without disgust.
We are at a taco truck outside a grocery store in a small town. Usually, I love tacos, but everything about them makes my insides churn.
“We only have…” he sighs heavily and looks over my body. “You’ll be in heat within the hour, Ro.” Oscar gets himself a few tacos and a Coke, but doesn’t get me anything, probably because he knows I will hurl.
“How long until we get to Cash City?”
He eats his tacos in just a couple of bites.
“Two hours.”
“Fuck.”
“They have the nest ready. We will just do our best.”
I rush to the car and get settled in the front seat. Oscar slides into the driver’s seat and starts the engine.
“Should I take another hit of the suppressant?”
“You can, but it will make you sick. Since we’re driving, it might be worse. It may not do anything to stop it from going into heat. What’s a few sandbags to a deluge?
I slide in close to him, and he wraps his arm around me.
“It’ll be ok.” He kisses my head. “Don’t be nervous.”
I didn’t need to tell him that I’m nervous, but he knows I am. I rest my head in the crook of his arm.
“Do you have boundaries I should know about?” I ask, though I mostly just need to keep talking.
I’m nervous as fuck. I’m going to go into a heat in Padrick’s fucking car an hour away from the nest I know nothing about but am supposed to use.
I don’t know what to expect. I wonder if I’m being foolish for trusting Oscar so intensely…
“I doubt we will run into my boundaries now. For example, I don’t mess around with men.
I don’t find them attractive, nor do I find the idea of touching them sexually appealing.
For the most part, I’m what they call demi-sexual.
I have to develop a foundation with someone first before I find them sexually attractive enough to warrant seeking pleasure with them.
Acadia was the first person I’ve ever been with. ”
This information is shocking, to say the least. I did not have this impression of him. When he walked into the pack house last year with Kol, the most sexual man I’d ever seen, I assumed they were lovers.
“Does that mean what we did earlier today was…I was your second partner?”
He’s nearly as inexperienced as I am.
“Yes, you’re my second. I’m not planning any more.”
“Tell me how the rest of the pack is with each other.” It comes out in a whine. I can feel my clothes against my skin, and my chest is flushed.
“Kol is in love with Mads. He wanted to be delicate with Mads since we had been pushing him past his comfort zone a lot, but he recently discovered that Mads is not only bisexual, but interested. I’m looking forward to seeing what becomes of them.
Locke expressed interest first, though, so the two of them have been together.
Cadi and Locke are scent matches, which at this point just means they enjoy each other’s company more than average.
That’s a joke.” He squeezes my shoulder.
“Their scents are always mingled together now, is what I mean. Kol is absolutely, madly in love with Cadi. They were together first, and it makes sense. They are sexually compatible. That being said, Mads and Cadi act like boyfriend and girlfriend, and they call one another that as well.”
I rub my legs together and play with my braided hair. There aren’t that many cars around, and Padrick tinted these windows probably to an illegally extreme degree, so if we were to do something while on the road, it would probably be fairly private…
“Oh, Ro. I’m so sorry. It’s happening.”
“I know,” I whimper.
“I should have driven faster…”
“Can you please, please, please, get your cock out and let me suck it?” He removes his arm from around me and unbuckles his belt, and zips his pants with only one hand. I rotate so I’m on my knees. This is honestly hot as hell. Road head? My god, I need this.
I’ve needed this.
My slick runs down my thighs, and I bend down with my ass in the air, until my face is in Oscar’s crotch. He lifts himself up so he can pull his pants down more. I’m drooling.
I know this seems like a weird thought or feeling I’m having right now, propped up like this in a car careening down the freeway, but I feel like this time with Oscar has healed some parts of me.
I’d been desperately worried about my feelings for Locke and Mads, and here is their pack lead, being so openly kind and welcoming towards me.
He hasn’t shamed me for my crush. He hasn’t criticized me for how I handled my father’s death.
He didn’t tell me I was an idiot for not protecting myself well enough from Padrick.
He came for me.
He got me medication and snacks. When I was snippy with him, instead of putting me in my place, he fed me lunch.
He’s still trying to get his cock out, so I busy myself with kissing his neck. He smells incredible. Like the way a perfect morning smells with someone making coffee. It’s so dewy, sunny, and sweet with that coffee smell in the air. Omegas aren’t supposed to have coffee, but I don’t give a fuck.
He lets out a lovely groan.
I keep sucking on his neck, but my hand reaches down and finds his bare cock.
Fuuuuucking hell, he’s big. Girthy and thick. It’s curvaceous, too. I stop kissing him to look down at this incredible discovery. The tip is fat, the middle is fat again, and then his goddamned knot is thick. I use two hands on his velvety, large cock.
“I’ve never touched a man’s body like this. I’ve only been with women,” I whisper in his ear. The car swerves a little, but he tightens it.
“Ok.”
“I’m going to explore...”
“Do whatever you need to do.”
I get back into position. My pheromones have overwhelmed the inside of the car, and I can barely smell the alpha anymore.
Good thing I’m about to taste him instead.
I am kind of glad to suck him off first. I’ll be a lot more ready to do this with Mads or Locke now.
Oscar is so patient and kind, he’s perfect to be my first.
And holy shit, he’s huge.
The omega in me purrs, actually purrs, at the look of him.
He leaves one hand on the steering wheel and the other strokes my hair.
I hold his cock up, the weight of it in my hand is exhilarating.
My inner omega is chanting at me to put my mouth on it, so I lick the tip with the flat part of my tongue.
He shouts in Spanish, so I do it again. I love this effect I have on him. Soon, it doesn’t satisfy, so I suck the tip completely, filling my mouth. It only lasts a second before I pop off to catch my breath.
“Breathe through your nose. Go slow this time, mi cielito.”
I take a few deep breaths, then try again. This time, I remember to breathe. I suck him up and down past the tip until I’m relaxed enough to take him deeper and deeper. He tastes perfect. That coffee smell fills my nose, and my tongue tastes his sunny under-scent.
His arm comes around me, and his hand finds my ass. He strokes me until I’m completely distracted. His fingers rake over my wet panties.
“Please,” I whisper. I climb back up to his neck and kiss and suck at his skin.
My hand is better suited for this job anyway.
I stroke his now wet cock desperately. As a reward, Oscar moves my panties to the side and enters me with his perfectly delicious fingers.
I push back, but he keeps me where he wants me. “Please. Please. More. I need more.”
“Open your legs for me, omega.”
I slide my knees further apart.
He puts two fingers inside of me, and then uses his thumb to caress my clit. I move over his fingers and suck harder on his neck. I’m choking the fuck out of his cock.
His phone is ringing, and I don’t know how he manages to answer it, but I don’t hear a thing. My ears are ringing, and I’m so close to coming. I need a knot, though.
“I’m so empty. I need…”
“It’s coming. Don’t worry.”
“What’s coming?”
Well, me, apparently. I come all over his fingers, and Oscar follows me shortly after with his own climax. I sit back, catching my breath, and completely on instinct, I lick him off my hands.
Fuck me.
That’s the stuff.
Oscar is huffing and puffing and taking this next exit.
But he’s got to know that I’m not done with him. I need him in me. I need to be filled.