Chapter 20
Lila
My pussy throbs and clenches on nothing, slick already staining the leather seat as I do what Nate commands.
The way he orders me around, the way he grabs my hair and yanks my head down like I'm his personal fucktoy nearly breaks me.
I want to touch myself. I want to get off as I suck on him, but I don't dare without his permission.
He didn't explicitly order me not to, but I don't want to break this spell.
I don't want to wake up from the dream he's weaving around me with his scent and expert touch.
As much as I hated our interaction in the rut clinic, it would all be worth it for this moment, for the way my stepbrother is finally using my mouth the way I've fantasized about for years.
Parting my lips, I let him ease me down. The scent of his precum makes my stomach growl as heat fans my face and races down my body. God, but I'm so hungry for him, feral even. A stuttered moan slips from my lips as I take his tip inside my mouth.
"Fuck, Lila," he snarls. "You feel so fucking good tasting me like that.
That's it, baby. See if you can take me a little deeper.
Come on," he coaxes as his hand pushes me down harder.
"I know you can do it. I know you can choke on your stepbrother's cock like the desperate little omega you've been hiding under all that good-girl bullshit. "
His filthy words spur me forward as I do my best to relax my jaw. Thinking back on the books I read, I try to employ little tips and tricks I picked up on. No way of knowing if they're real or not if I don't try them. Right?
Reaching down, I trail my fingers over his balls before cupping them gently in my hand. The car swerves for a moment as Nate grips my hair harder, nails scraping my scalp and cursing under his breath.
"Jesus, Lila. Fucking keep touching me like that. God, but your touch feels so fucking good, like you were made to worship this cock."
Emboldened by his praise, I lower my head a little more, widening my jaw as far as it can go. He's huge, massive, far bigger than I could have imagined. Even seeing him hard and stiff, I didn't realize just how little of him I'd be able to fit into my mouth.
As if he can sense my unease, he brushes his hand over my hair in a soothing, almost gentle manner.
"You're doing so well for me, baby. Are you going to make me come with that pretty little mouth of yours?
I need to get gas soon and I can't do that hard like I am.
You need to suck your stepbrother dry, sweetheart.
Fucking milk every drop before I bend you over in some secluded bathroom and finally knot that virgin pussy. "
It's like he knows exactly the dirty, degrading things to say to me to get me so fucking revved that I can't even think straight anymore. Whimpers claw at my throat as I hesitate, doing my best to calm the fluttering of my heart as it leaps into my chest.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmurs again. "You can do it. You can take it for me. I know you can."
His voice is raw, raspy as his fingers fist in my hair again. Bending back low, I relax my jaw and take him in as much as his girth will allow. Despite holding my left thumb like the books suggest, I still gag, constricting around the fat tip lodged in my throat.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck." The guttural roar in his voice causes more slick to drip from me and spill out on the seat.
At this point, I don't care. I'll be a sloppy mess for him.
Saliva pools in my mouth as I pull back up and go down again.
This time, his fingers tighten and don't let go.
He holds me there, forcing me to choke on his cock until tears gather in my eyes.
Just as I think I'm about to hurl, he lets me up, allows me to catch my breath, and does it all over again.
His gentle, filthy praise rings in my ears as he uses my mouth, fucking it over and over, only allowing me to breathe when he wills it. It's heaven. It's what I've wanted, what I've craved.
"You're doing so well for me," he croons as he lets me up again.
"Let me see that pretty face. God, your tears are so fucking beautiful.
Keep crying for me, sweetheart. I'm not through with you yet.
It will all be over soon, but not yet. Just give me a little more.
Show me how badly my little stepsister needs to be used. "
Reaching down, I wrap my hands around his massive shaft, groaning around his cock as I keep taking him as deep as I can. Any more, and he'll scrape himself on my teeth. His body pulses under me, throbbing just as hot and insistent as my clit.
His knot swells as his movements become erratic. It takes nearly both hands to squeeze him tight and wring him out. With a string of curses, he jerks his hips up in the air, impaling my mouth harder than before. Tears flow in earnest as he fucks my face, using me as his filthy little toy.
With each grunt, my pussy spasms, desperate to be filled. I need him, want him, crave him with every fiber of my being. Incoherent words spill from his lips, matching the nonsensical refrains flitting through mine.
His hand tightens once more in my hair as he shoves me down and holds me there.
My throat constricts, fluttering around his pulsing tip until his cum shoots into my mouth, filling it with his hot, salty, heady seed.
It's like bitter coffee with just a hint of sweetened cream.
Acrid, but not so much that I can't enjoy it.
My fingers press around his knot as hard as I can, forcing him to shoot another load into my throat. Groaning, I drink him in, lapping him up until every drop is gone. After a moment or two, he softens, not quite limp, but enough for me to pull away.
Time passes between us as Nate stares out at the road ahead. He says nothing. My heart slams in my chest as he continues to clench and release his fingers around the steering wheel. Did I do it wrong? Did I mess something up?
When he finally looks over at me, his gaze is glassy and hazy, as if he sees me, but not really.
"I can't," he whispers, his voice soft and hoarse.
"I can't fucking let you go. Not now. Not ever.
Christ, Lila. Say you want this. Say you want me.
I need to hear it. I can't—" His voice cracks as he smacks his palm against the wheel.
"I want this, Nate. I need this. I need you."
"Then grab my pants from the back. We need to stop soon."
The abrupt change in conversation sends me reeling, but I do as he commands. I don't understand, but I dare not question him, not when he feels this raw and fragile. My fingers tremble as I grab the clothing from the back and hand it to him.
With minimal swerving, he manages to get his pants up to his thighs, but never resumes conversation. The silence stretches out until I fear I might burst from it.
"Please—"
He glances over at me and shoots me a soft smile. "You're good, sweetheart. I'm not mad at you. I'm simply thinking through logistics."
My pulse pounds so loud it's all I can hear. "Dad?"
"Robert," he agrees.
Now it's my turn to sit back and be quiet. No way Dad will let me be with Nate. Hell, if he knew… I can't let myself think like that. Not now. Not while my core still aches and my clit still pulses with the taste of him coating my tongue and throat.
"Almost there, sweetheart. You don't have to put your panties back on, but you might need your pants."
I stick my tongue out at him in a playful manner, but the heated look he shoots me is anything but. It simmers with unspoken heat and longing. As quickly as I can, I pull up my pants right as he whips into a gas station.
Tossing me his wallet, he winks. "Go grab some supplies. I need to get some myself." He points to an adjoining store and I simply blink at the sign.
"Rut and Stuff. Is that a—"
"Yes, my little virgin. It's a sex store. Now go grab some drinks. We'll need them by the time we're done."
Vibrations flit through my body as I walk down the aisles. How can I pick out something as mundane as food and drink when I know he's over there getting something fun?
Forcing myself to concentrate, I grab a few sodas and chips and pay for everything. By the time I'm done, Nate gasses up the car like he didn't just go buy something naughty.
"What did you get?"
"You'll see in a minute," he teases. "Now go grab the bathroom key from the attendant and lock yourself inside. I'll knock in a minute."
Everything stills as I replay his filthy words in my head. Didn't he already threaten to bend me over in a bathroom and use me? Each step is stilted as I waddle my way back into the gas station. Poor guy stares at me as I beg him for the key. No doubt he thinks it's some kind of emergency.
Oh, it is. Not the type he's thinking of, but an emergency all the same. I grab the keys and rush out the door, noting Nathan's knowing grin. As I get inside and lock it behind me, I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
Face flushed. Hair mussed. Lips red and swollen. I look just like the type of omega who got her face fucked. Glancing around at the surprisingly clean bathroom, my gut clenches as a wave of sadness washes over me.
It was never about being a virgin. I wasn't saving myself for some magical moment. More like I just didn't want to have to deal with the fallout if things went bad.
But now that I'm here, looking over at the toilet with the lid propped up, I start to question everything.
Am I too far under Nate's spell? Is he really going to take my virginity in this bathroom?
I wasn't expecting rose petals and silk sheets, but I wasn't thinking about a gas station bathroom either.
My mind whirls as a knock thunders through the room.
"S- someone's in here," I cry out, just in case it's not him.
"Oh, I know," he growls from behind the door. "Open up, Lila. Let your stepbrother in."
My pulse spikes as I reach out for the knob. As I twist it, the metal clatters in my trembling hand, but I manage to open it up. Nate shoves his way in, pushing past my slight resistance before locking behind us once more.
"We don't have much time to play around. Not if you don't want your Dad calling us again."
"But we're at a gas station."
"Do you think that matters to him?"
"Fair enough," I bark out, nervous laughter bubbling on my lips.
Nate pauses and tilts his head to the side. "What's wrong? I can smell your anxiety. Did something happen?"
"I- Please don't be upset at me. I- I don't—"
"Spit it out, Little Lily," he teases as he crosses his arms, crinkling the black, nondescript bag in his grasp.
"I told you I fucking hate that," I snap back, smacking him across the bicep.
It's ineffectual, of course, but then it wasn't really meant to hurt him.
"Yes. I know. But you're not as scared anymore. Out with it."
"I don't want to lose my virginity in a gas station bathroom," I blurt out. "I know you aren't the type to give me roses and silk sheets and such, but I don't—"
He pushes me against the sink and cages me in with his arms. "Now you listen here. When I do fuck you, it's not going to be in some dirty place like this. Not now. Not ever. Not unless you beg me to degrade you that way."
"But you said—"
"It got you wet, didn't it? Tell me your pussy didn't drip at that filthy little scenario I planted in your head."
Heat fans my face as I hang my head. "Well, yes."
"Then it did its job. Turn around and look in the mirror. Bend over and stick your ass out for me."
When I do as he says, I watch his reflection as he stares at me. His hand slides down my spine, sending tingles through me, but I don't look away.
"God, you're so fucking pretty," he murmurs as he leans down and places the bag in front of me so I can stare at it and wonder.
With a gentle flick of his wrist, he slides my hair to the other side, baring my neck. "Tell me, sweetheart. What would you do if I claimed you right now? Would you fight me? Would you beg me to stop? Would you let me have my fucking way with you?"
I can't answer him. All I can do is whimper as he skims his lips down the column of my throat. Until now, I had never really thought about it. Claiming just wasn't in my future. Not really.
Now, all I want is for him to sink his teeth into me, to make me his, irrevocably his. Even Dad can't break that bond.
"I can smell your pussy from here. You want it, don't you?"
He grinds up against me so I can feel the thickness of his cock against my ass. So much like the night at the clinic, but now, neither of us hides who we are and what we want.
"Tell me to stop, Lila," he grunts against my ear as he grips my hips. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me to stop touching you like I own you."
"I can't," I whimper. "I can't tell you to stop."
"Then bend over. I'm not going to take your virgin pussy. Not here. Not like this. But I am going to give you something to make you think of me with every fucking step you take."