I cup her pussy, brushing over the softness there. She’s bare, smooth skin giving way to wet heat. My fingers part her folds, sliding through the slickness that’s already coating her. Holy fuck. She’s drenched, arousal spilling over my fingertips as I trace her entrance.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, voice rough.
She kisses me then, hard and open-mouthed, tongue thrusting in like she’s claiming me. Her lips trail to my neck, nipping at the skin, sucking lightly.
“For the record,” she breathes against my throat, “I’m not in the habit of doing something like this either. But it’s just...”
“Hormones,” I whisper, finishing for her, my finger circling her clit now. It’s swollen, slick under my touch, and she nods, eyes glazing over as I rub firm circles. Her body shudders, hips jerking forward into my hand, chasing the pressure.
“Yeah,” she gasps, shuddering again as I press harder, feeling her clit pulse.
Someone nearby laughs, and it’s enough to pull me out of the haze we’re in. Millie freezes, her hand still on my cock, but I don’t pull away.
“We should get out of here,” I say, voice low and edged. “Out of the parking lot. Go somewhere.”
“Okay.” She climbs off my lap.
I help her with her seat belt, then surprise her when I push her leggings down a little bit.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers as I brush my fingers over her slit.
“I’m pretty good at multitasking, Millie.”
The engine rumbles to life, tires crunching over gravel as we pull away. The motion rocks us together, her pussy sliding over my fingers with each bump. I add another finger, pushing inside her now tight, wet heat. She’s soaking my hand, slick dripping down my wrist as I pump in and out, thumb still working her clit.
“Knox,” she moans, burying her face in my shoulder, her free hand clutching my arm. Her other hand pulls my cock out again.
I should stop. This is reckless—finger fucking an Omega as I drive around town like some animal. I’m the sheriff; if anyone saw, if word got out...
But her scent is everywhere, her body trembling, and I can’t.
Won’t.
My cock aches, heavy and leaking, as her hand strokes me faster, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside her.
I weave through back roads. Millie’s breaths come in short pants, her walls fluttering around my fingers. She’s close—I can feel it in the way she grinds down, chasing release. But I want more. Need it.
I pull up near an animal feed store. The walls look charred, but at least there’s some semblance of privacy here. The last thing I need is to crash my car my first night in town.
She scrambles to straddle me once more.
I cup her breast over her clothes, and she lets out a moan.
“Condom,” I rasp, even as every instinct screams for me to take her bare, to knot her right here. “I have one. In my wallet.”
She nods, reluctant, but lifts off me just enough for me to fumble in my pocket. My hands shake as I tear the packet open with my teeth, rolling the latex down my length. It’s a barrier I hate, thin and wrong when all I want is to feel her raw, but it’s something. Better than the consequences I can’t afford.
“Ready?” I ask, positioning her over me, the head of my cock nudging her entrance.
“Yes,” she breathes, sinking down slowly.
Fuck. She’s tight, her pussy stretching around me inch by inch. The condom dulls it just enough to keep me from losing it immediately, but not enough to ignore the wet heat enveloping me. She takes me deep, bottoming out with a whimper, her ass flush against my thighs.
I grip her hips, hard enough to bruise, and thrust up. She cries out, nails digging into my shoulders. We find a rhythm, raw and intense, her riding me as the car sways. Every bounce has her pussy clenching, slick sounds filling the space between us. My knot starts to swell at the base, pressing against her entrance with each thrust.
“Knox... oh god,” she moans, head thrown back, hair spilling loose now.
I bury my face in her neck again, inhaling that damn scent as I fuck up into her. It’s building, the pressure in my balls, the way her walls milk me. I try to hold back the knot—focus on the condom, on pulling out—but she’s too good, too perfect, grinding down to take every inch.
