7. Caleb
His cock rammed down my throat, taking half of it all in one go. I’d never been manhandled like this. Nick’s hand tightened around the back of my throat, as if he were trying to choke me from inside and outside.
I felt like I should be way less into this than I was, but the way he was forcing me, and the small grunting noises he made every time I swallowed had me threatening to come in my pants.
“Feels so good,” he moaned in a broken way.
I tried to say anything back, but being shoved down on his cock made that difficult. My hand palmed down the front of my pants, needing any kind of pressure to relieve myself.
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
My brain didn’t even process his words before I felt his cum hit the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow or drown. I tried to pull my head up, I was taking too much and couldn’t keep up, but he held me firmly down, not allowing me even the slightest inch.
I slapped down on his thigh, but he didn’t move.
I tried again, harder this time, but he still didn’t budge, head thrown back and in his own little world.
My vision was blurring at the edges. I was seconds away from biting down on his cock when he finally released me, letting me sputter out my breath.
As I pulled away, the last bit of his spend shot out, covering my face and just barely missing my eye.
“Dude, what the hel—”
I didn’t even finish before he gripped my face and brought our lips together again. I could taste him in every way, and though I wanted to initially continue my protest, it all left my mind as he licked his own cum clean off my face.
He pulled me until I was straddled across his lap, his still-hard cock now rubbing against mine through my jeans.
At this point, I knew I should have been freaking out. I’d never even considered sucking another guy off, especially not Nick. But instead of the panic I should have been feeling, my entire body buzzed with a warm thrum I worried I’d find myself becoming so easily addicted to.
When Nick pulled away, his eyes were completely glazed over, nothing but pleasure clouding them. I didn’t think I’d seen him this carefree since childhood, and something about it was so appealing.
Thum, thum.
I put my hand on my chest. Did my heart just… beat harder? Was I having a medical emergency? That would be just what we needed right now.
His hands reached for my belt, and I put mine over them. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“I—”
“You didn’t think we’d be done after just one round, right?”
He had my belt off and my pants unbuttoned in record time. I should probably say no. Nick wasn’t in his right mind—fully clouded by his rut—and it felt like I was taking advantage of that.
Or being taken advantage of. I couldn’t really tell yet.
His hand wrapped around my cock and took me out, making me hiss. My head tipped back as the friction I’d been craving was given to me.
“I didn’t know you’d get so turned on by another man touching your cock.”
Irritation replaced some of the warm fuzziness I was feeling moments before. “Says the one who shoved his cock down my throat like a bitch in heat.”
Pain bloomed on my cheek, and a smack rang through the car, though it took me way too long to register that I’d been slapped.
“I don’t know why you think you can talk to me like that,” he said. “The only bitch in heat here is you. Grinding against me like a como una puta.”
My teeth gnashed, feeling like I was being scolded.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that either,” I said.
“Really? Let’s see about that.”
Nick brought both of our cocks together and started working them. It felt different pressed together than it did just in his hand. Precum was leaking from both of us, making everything slick.
“Nick, shit,” I moaned. It was embarrassing how quickly I wanted to come. I tried to hold back for as long as possible, but soon I could feel my balls start to draw up.
Before they could though, Nick stopped moving his hands completely.
“What the fuck?” I tried to say it with some force, but it came out breathy and needy, which I hated.
“You told me you weren’t a needy bitch,” he said. “I’m just confirming.”
“Cut the shit,” I said, reaching down to take myself in my hand.
His hand shot out, pinning me back against the driver's seat. “Don’t touch unless you’re told.”
“Who are you, my boss?”
He hummed. Using the hand that wasn’t holding mine, he wrapped around us again, bringing friction back.
“I don’t know if boss has the right ring to it,” he said. “Sir is nice.”
“Fuck. Off.”
Though the idea of saying it made the butterflies dancing around my stomach turn to a full on jamboree in there. What repressed, daddy-issue bullshit was he pulling out of me right now?
I could feel the build again, getting closer and closer to actually coming.
But just like last time, it was taken away at the last second, leaving me pent up and irritable.
“Nick, please,” I begged, sounding exactly like the needy whore he was accusing me to be. Though at the moment I couldn’t seem to care.
“That was closer,” he said. “But I really want to hear you beg.”
We continued on that cycle, him getting me so close to coming, only to stop when I was almost there.
On the fifth time, I’d had enough.
“N-Nick,” I started. “Sir. P-please let me come. I need to come so bad.”
Deep down I wanted to wipe the smug smirk off his face, but knew I couldn’t keep going like this. My entire being felt on the brink of combusting. I needed to release the way people needed oxygen. I would die without it.
“Tell me you're a bitch in heat who needs me to make him come.”
“No.”
“Suit yourself.”
He started stroking us harder than he had before, sending me off so fast I was sure I would come this time. But he seemed to sense the change in me, because he slowed just as quickly.
“I-I’m just a bitch in heat who needs to come,” I said aloud.
“Almost,” he said. “Say it for real.”
Maybe I was the one in rut at this point. I was so high strung the possibility was high.
“Do it.”
His bark made something quiver deep inside of me. A part that yearned to submit to Nick in a way I didn’t know I needed.
“Please sir, I’m just your bitch in heat. And I need you to let me come. Please, please.” That final plea was strained.
“Good boy.”
The praise did something to my brain chemistry I couldn’t examine too closely, because suddenly he picked up the pace fully and forced me to cum all over us both.
Every ounce of me felt spent, fully given over to Nick.
I slumped boneless against the front seat, trying to drag my soul back into my body.
Though relaxation wasn’t in the cards for me for long.
My entire body clenched as a slick finger found it’s way to my hole.
“What are you doing?” I snapped.
Nick was long gone, this lustful incubus left in his place. His eyes were heavy lidded, his cock still hard as a rock.
“Getting you ready.”
“For what?”
He lifted his brow. “For me to fuck you.”
The argument on my tongue fizzled away as I actually took in his words. Hearing him say it made my soft cock try to rally.
“Why can’t I fuck you?” I asked.
“Funny.” He rolled his eyes, piercing me with his slick finger.
I hissed, the intrusion strange and painful. I’d never even tried it myself, so it was hard to know what to expect.
“You couldn’t handle it,” Nick said, pushing in further, working to loosen the muscles carefully.
“I totally could!” I said, though I didn’t know how I’d manage. I could hardly breathe.
“Relax,” Nick murmured, kissing my neck, the act of sweetness catching me off guard.
“Easy for you to say,” I said. He didn’t have someone’s finger up his ass.
“If you stop tensing, it’ll feel good.”
“How do you know?”
“I don’t think you want me to answer that right now.”
I froze. Had Nick… been with another guy? When? Did he let that dickwad fuck him?
Not that I cared… I didn’t.
Nick brought our lips together, bringing me back to the present. I became so wrapped up in it, I didn’t notice how comfortable his movements began feeling.
But it started all over again when he added a second finger to the mix.
“Fuck,” I cursed against his lips.
“Keep relaxing,” he said. “You’re doing really well for me, mi feo.”
Those damn words of affirmation again. Apparently I had a thing for it, because I did exactly what he asked until I was comfortable.
The process repeated until I could take three of his fingers with ease, pressing in and out of me. My arms stayed gripped around his neck, using our kisses to distract myself.
“I think you’re ready,” Nick finally said, removing all of his digits.
I suddenly felt empty, craving to be filled again. My body ground down on his, like it had a mind of its own.
Nick smacked my ass, and a very unalpha-like whine escaped my lips.
“Such a needy little cockslut,” he purred. “Me encanta.”
I could feel his precum slickened tip line up with my hole, and I tensed all over again.
“That’s not going to fit.”
“Trust me, it will.”
“You can’t fucking knot me!” I said, the words tumbling out of me nervously.
“Me vale verga,” Nick chuckled, forcing my eyes to his with a hand on my chin. “Not this time, anyway.”
“Not eve—” the rest of the sentiment, was lost as Nick pressed inside.
Even just the tip felt like he might as well have been fisting me, the stretch still foreign and overwhelming.
He rubbed his hand up and down my back, soothing me when my entire body was screaming it was too much.
“Fuck!” I yelled. If we were around anyone else right now, there’s no way we wouldn’t get caught at this point.
“You’re so fucking tight you might snap my dick in half,” Nick breathed, sounding in pain himself.
Served him fucking right.
“Are you almost in yet?” I asked desperately, wanting the pressure to stop.
“Not even halfway,” he said.
“Giant fucker,” I cursed at him.
“Can’t say it’s the worst thing you’ve ever called me.”
I tried to laugh but it came out in more of a choked gargle. He pressed into me slowly but surely, never giving me a second to breathe. It felt like my entire body was rearranging to make room for him.
“I’m in,” he said finally. He was so deep I was pretty sure I could feel him poking through my stomach.
I rested my head against his shoulder, taking a second to get used to him.
And a second was all I got before he started moving.
“Wait,” I whined, the sudden movement uncomfortable.
“I’ve been plenty patient,” he said. “I can’t wait anymore.”
The alpha pulled out to the tip before thrusting himself back in. I’d never felt anything like this before. Going from basically empty to unreasonably full was jarring, but soon started feeling way better than it had any right to.
He curled his body in the perfect position, and touched something inside me that felt like a live wire connected directly to my cock.
“There it is,” he said, fucking into me again and dragging himself perfectly over that spot.
“Every time I pass over here,” he continued, pressing a hand to my stomach, only making me feel him more. “You flutter around me like the perfect cumslut you are.”
I wanted to say something, anything, but I was too lust drunk to form an actual thought.
“God, if I knew all I had to do was shove my cock up your ass to keep you quiet, I would have done it a long time ago.”
“Fuck off,” I tried to say sharply. Instead it came out as a breathy moan. One that really did make me sound like a slut.
He smacked my ass hard, once, twice, until I was sure the skin there was red and raw like my cheek.
“I should have known you’d be so fucking soft,” he said absently, like thoughts were just tumbling from him at this point.
“Nick,” I moaned, “I-I’m close.” I could feel my balls threatening to draw up and make me spill again.
“Not yet,” he said. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”
Rut did something to Nick’s biology, because one minute I was facing him, our noses touching as I bounced on his cock, the next I was lifted and turned to face the front. I found purchase on the front seat, so close I was basically being pressed into it.
Whoever designed this car hadn’t really made it optimal for two alphas to fuck in the back.
A design flaw, if you asked me.
Nick pulled me back down and filled me with his cock in one swift movement.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he fucked into me relentlessly.
It was like he’d taken full control over me, holding my hips and forcing me in and out at the exact speed he wanted.
I’d been turned into a glorified fleshlight.
And, even though I’d never admit it, it was the hottest thing that’d ever happened to me.
The other alpha’s hand came around my middle and squeezed my cock, pumping it up and down in his fist until I couldn't stand it. What really sent me over was when his other hand came around and squeezed down on my knot, and it was as if a switch was flipped, making me cum on the spot.
Ropes of cum splashed the seat in front of me as I was wrung dry.
I had no time to relax though. No matter how hard I pushed away, needing just a moment to recoup, he kept going.
After a couple more pumps Nick had filled me to the brim, the warmth spreading down my midsection.
I thought that would signal we were done, but I was far from correct. Nick didn’t stop. Moving me into whichever position he wanted at the moment. Filling me with himself until I was sure I would burst.
The final time, I could feel him trying to push deeper, the beginnings of his knot trying to breach me.
“No,” I said clearly. “You can’t knot me.”
“Rut won’t stop,” he muttered brokenly, letting his teeth scrape against my back.
I groaned. Did I always have to take care of him?
I reached back and grabbed his knot, squeezing hard around it as he came again.
I had no idea how much time had passed before he finally fell back against the seat, letting me catch my breath.
“Jeah-sus,” I said. “You really fucked me up.” I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to walk tomorrow to be honest.
Looking out the window it seemed the rain had at least let up a bit, mellowing to a heavier drizzle.
“We can finally go home.”
I turned to Nick to scold him for ignoring me, to find he was completely passed out. Somehow, his dick was still hard, covered in both of our juices.
Just looking at it made me shutter.
I couldn’t believe we really did that. And what happened now.
More importantly, how did we leave?
I couldn’t call a tow truck to find Nick like this. And I couldn’t drive this car, definitely not on the highway.
I only had one choice, and I didn’t fucking like it.
I grabbed my phone that had been lost in the passenger seat, clicked Torrin’s contact, and pressed the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” he answered quickly.
“I need you to come get me,” I said, uninterested in pleasantries. “And I need you to keep your fucking mouth shut about it. We clear?”
The phone was silent on the other side for a moment.
“Crystal.”