29. Casey
TWENTY-NINE
Casey
Casey
He was unbelievable. With a single touch, he removed all my inhibitions and had me panting for release with his son on the other side of the wall.
Our entire relationship, the sneaking around and risking everything…
It wasn't about the thrill at all. I’d been powerless to resist him since the day we met.
I knew he enjoyed teasing me, but something about what happened last night felt different.
I avoided him after dinner and purposefully fell asleep early so he couldn’t steal me away after everyone was in bed. It was almost impossible to keep my distance with his pheromones looming over me, and only a firm resolve kept me in bed all night.
After a restless night of sleep, I quietly got out of bed at dawn, being careful not to jostle Marshall as I did, and got dressed before going downstairs. The bottom floor was empty, so I quickly escaped out the front door.
Just like my first visit, running through the small town was a welcome distraction.
Or it would’ve been if I could just focus on something other than the Alpha that drove me insane.
I tried not to think too hard about it, but despite my burning muscles and aching feet, I couldn’t quiet my thoughts.
Adam was right. I wasn’t angry that he didn’t stop.
I knew I could’ve given him the signal and he would’ve disengaged immediately.
But even though I knew that to be true, I couldn’t decide why I was upset.
The city woke up around me. People walked outside to gather their newspapers.
They scrambled to pull their trash bins to the curb at the last minute before the trash trucks came.
Others sat on their front porch, sipping cups of hot coffee as the sun crept over the skyline.
It was tranquil and peaceful, with none of the worries I dealt with every day in Hanford.
I could see why Adam enjoyed living here.
Speaking of which.
Coming to the end of the block, I stopped short as a familiar orange truck pulled up beside me.
Adam reached over to open the passenger door. “Get in.”
Despite my anger, I almost tripped over my own feet again trying to obey him, without a single thought in my head to protest. I was already opening the passenger door and hiking myself onto the seat before I realized how quickly I’d obeyed his command.
He chose not to comment for a minute as he turned the wheel with one hand. My mouth went dry at the sight of his muscles contracting and flexing as he drove. Seeing his arm move like that made me feel woozy. It took all my self-control to not lean over and run my tongue up his bicep.
His scent was everywhere. Every inhale brought more of it into my nose until I was drowning in his smell.
Drowning, drifting, falling into the abyss of Adam’s pheromones.
Potent and raw, just like they had always been.
Not even the open windows dimmed his scent.
And being surrounded by it made my body respond.
I was hard. Wet. Panting with every breath. And none of that had to do with my run.
Damn it. How did he still have this effect on me, making me this desperate for him without a single word?
“What happened last night?” he finally asked after a prolonged silence.
“I was tired.”
Growling, he turned onto a residential street and slowed down to a crawl, barely moving down the road.
“Do not play with me, omega. I barely slept with your fucking scent in my nose all night. Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay in my room, knowing you were across the hall? Your pheromones drove me insane.”
“I drive you insane?” I asked, shifting so I could see his face. “You jerked me off with David on the other side of the wall. I hated it, Adam.”
That was a lie. I loved every second of it. And that glint in his eyes said he knew it too.
“If you lie to me again, omega…”
“You’ll what?”
His fist slammed the gearshift, abruptly halting the car mid-motion.
That same hand reached for me and pulled me by my shirt across the seat.
He almost didn’t even need to drag me into his lap, I was already scrambling closer to straddle him.
My ass bumped the steering wheel, and a loud honk echoed across the street before he yanked me closer.
“If you don’t start behaving,” he growled under his breath. I hovered over his lips, hissing when his hands cupped my ass.
“You’ll what? Punish me? I should punish you,” I told him, a breath away from kissing him.
Tasting him. Feeling his hands on mine. It had been so long since he had me, since I felt his cock deep inside my body.
I felt like I was dying of thirst for him.
His kiss brought a burst of heat that rushed over my limbs and settled straight in my groin.
My cock was throbbing, aching, begging for him to touch me.
Sucking my lower lip between his teeth, he growled at me, vibrating my mouth with a deep rumble from his throat. “Someone is going to see us,” he said around my lip.
I should’ve moved. Leapt away in a panic. But I stayed where I was, leaning forward to grind against the bulge in his pants. He was as hard as I was, but unlike me, he still had some level of rational thought left.
One arm went around my waist, the other shifted the car back into drive and gripped the steering wheel behind my back.
He was driving with me in his lap. The arm on my waist crept up my spine and tightly gripped my neck, pushing me against his body so he could see the street.
This close to him, our cocks rubbed together with every bump on the road.
His thick tip thrust against mine, making me lose my goddamn mind.
“A-Adam,” I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut when a surge of pleasure rushed over me. “I’m going to cum.”
“Already?” he growled, rumbling against my chest. “Hold it back, Casey. Hold it, or you’ll regret it.”
I had no idea how he drove without crashing as I wiggled and whimpered in his lap.
It took all my focus and control to hold my orgasm back.
Every bump in the road threatened to tip me over the edge.
Usually, he made me orgasm until I couldn’t move.
Holding one back was worse than climaxing myself into a coma.
The truck came to an abrupt halt, knocking me into him as he pulled the gearshift.
I barely had time to right myself before he yanked my pants down, freed his cock from its confines, and shoved himself deep inside me.
It felt so good, so right, sating my longing for him with every thrust. Pure madness overtook us, a feverish need to possess and claim.
I grabbed him close as he wrecked me inside, digging my nails into his shirt as the pleasure rose higher and higher.
My legs were trapped inside my pants, pinning me to his lap.
“Oh, fuck, Adam,” I moaned.
His hand came down hard, spanking my exposed ass cheek. His lips devoured mine as I yelped in pain. “You never listen, omega. Such a bad boy.”
My eyes rolled back, and my thighs trembled between us. Pleasure rose higher and higher inside me, my cock throbbing against my pants. “I like saying your name. You can punish me for it if you want to.”
He spanked me again, harder, and dug his hands into my ass until it hurt.
The pain drove me to a fever pitch, escalating me to a point of no return.
He felt the shudders begin deep inside me as he rammed right into my pleasure spot.
“Oh, I will. I’ll spank you until you cum, and then I’ll spank you more for every orgasm you have.
You cum like a fucking fountain when I spank you, omega. ”
As if I didn’t cum like that when he did literally anything to me, but he was right.
I was already seconds away from climax, but the memory of our last spanking session sent me over the edge.
He had me over his knees, and I came all over him just from being spanked.
Then he kept going, the pain pushing me to climax after climax.
Every time I came, I earned more spankings.
I felt like such a slut, cumming not from being touched, but from taking a punishment.
The humiliation made every climax stronger than the last.
He felt my body reaching the point of no return and fucked me harder than he ever had before. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”
“I… oh god, I’m cumming,” I shouted, mere moments before everything exploded inside me.
My cock shook inside my pants as it spewed out ropes of cum.
My ass tightened around his cock in waves of unending ecstasy.
It went on and on, with every thrust ramming right into my pleasure spot.
It was like falling into an abyss of euphoria, one that never ended.
With my mind drifting outside my body, his thrusts got harder, rougher, and he growled out his climax as he shot his cum deep inside me. He struggled to catch his breath for a moment before his arms went around me, holding me close to his sturdy chest.
“Good boy,” he cooed over me. “You’re so pretty when you cum for me.
” He gently stroked my back, lightly brushing his fingertips over my skin.
We stayed in each other’s arms until I could move again.
Boneless and content, I blinked my eyes open against the early morning sunlight.
He was staring up at me, searching my face to discern any lingering emotions. “Did I really upset you last night?”
“No. I was just mad at myself for enjoying it.” I traced the cluster of freckles on his cheek, my fingers still a little shaky. “It did scare me a little.” That still wasn’t it. There was more. I just couldn’t sort through my feelings to understand what was bothering me.
He pulled me closer and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, his lips lingering on my skin. “I would never expose you like that, Casey. If I thought we’d be discovered, I would’ve pulled away.”