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We're early, but that means I have the chance to find the perfect spot. Thankfully my truck has tinted windows, unlike Red's busted old truck, so I find a parking spot with a good view of the screen but with some privacy. Apparently, Imogen's never been to a drive-in movie theater before, but that surprises me none because there are a lot of things she hasn't tried, being so sheltered by her parents and the OFA her whole life.
We head into the concession to get snacks, and when she attempts to say she's fine with just water, I press the button in my pocket. Imogen gasps, hand slapping the wall, wide-eyed, frantically looking at all the people in the little stand, like they know our secret.
I grin, then turn it off. "You were saying?"
"Umm." She swallows. "I don't need anything, really. I'm—"
I press it again, and her mouth drops open, and a little moan escapes her. Her cheeks burn, and she bites her lip, so I increase the speed. "Oh god," she cries, but then remembers we're in public. Some people give her strange looks, but I keep smirking.
"Okay, yes, snacks, that sounds good," Imogen relents. I turn the vibrating underwear off. We pick out popcorn, and each time she argues that it's too much, I turn on the vibrator.
I know what she's doing. Some days, weeks even, she eats whatever she wants. Other times, especially when she spends time around her mother, she worries and overthinks.
She's so healthy. She's beautiful. She's put on some weight since we met, and she's gorgeous. All the ways, thin, thick, it doesn't fucking matter, but I see her confidence on stage, walking around in her feathers, naked, sexy, and powerful. She knows how beautiful she is, just as she is, but her mother's voice is in her head, telling her she's not good enough.
She relents, and we buy fruity candy instead of chocolate because she doesn't like when things are too rich. And she insists on just water and makes a nervous comment about having had pasta for lunch, but I don't turn on the vibrator. I want to respect her journey and not make her feel obligated or guilty about what she does and doesn't eat. And I don't want to be another asshole trying to control her choices. I just want her to be happy.
We walk back to the truck, and Imogen seems lighter, marveling at everything around us. While the movie starts, we play twenty questions, coming up with other things she hasn't tried before and wants to.
She's never gone camping, or slept under the stars. She's never been on a roller coaster. She's never gone canoeing or hiking or swam in a waterfall. I'm almost thirty, and I feel like a fucking kid, excited to try everything with her and watch her face light up like it does tonight.
The movie starts, a double feature, the first an action rom-com, the second, a sci-fi fantasy. Imogen talks more during the first movie than I've ever witnessed. She asks a million questions, and I'm floored, finding it fucking hilarious that she's such a bad movie watcher.
"Who's that guy? Wait, I thought he was a bad guy? Why is he kissing her?" I can't help but laugh every time, and it's a trait I'm sure a lot of people would find annoying, but I don't give a fuck about the movie, I just love that she's finding her comfort zone with me, her omega energy totally relaxed. She's quieter during the second movie, and I suppose that's because it actually interests her.
Every half hour, I turn on the vibrator, and she moans, sitting in the seat beside me, grinding her hips against it, searching for more. I bring her to the edge of orgasm before turning it off.
At first, she'd beg me to turn it back on, to touch her. But after nearly two hours of it, she starts to enjoy those moments of pleasure, just to feel the sensations. She knows I'll take care of her, and while I turn off the vibrator after each unsatisfied burst, her omega seems content to be teased.
The tension between the two love interests builds through the entire first act. I haven't turned the vibrator on in almost forty minutes, and Imogen watches the movie with rapt attention. When the alpha male, trapped on the spaceship with a beta woman, can't take the tension anymore, he searches the spaceship and finds her sitting quietly reading a book. He tears it out of her hands, and Imogen gasps.
When the alpha on screen grabs the woman by the wrists, wrenching her out of her seat, I turn the vibe on low.
Imogen sighs in pleasure.
"Keep watching the movie," I instruct. Hesitantly, she looks back to the screen. The two characters passion reaches a head, and they start ripping clothes off, with a montage of lusty need.
A beta can't take a knot, at least, not usually, unless they practice and are determined. This beta on-screen swears she can, and they make it work, with lots of grunting, clawing, and crying out in pain and pleasure.
I bump the vibe higher, and Imogen reaches out, red fingertips clutching the dashboard.
Grabbing her by the waist, I pull her into my lap but tell her to keep watching the movie, then turn the vibrator up higher.
Unbuttoning her pants, I shimmy the material down her hips, and she helps, determined to finally come. My needy omega, her lovely cherry scent blooms, filling the truck. I drag my teeth across the back of her neck. I can't wait to bite her, make her mine.
My alpha growls beneath my chest in agreement. I spread Imogen's legs so her knees are draped over mine, and she keeps watching the couple on screen in the throes of sex.
Slipping my fingers beneath her panties, I find her pussy drenched. I hit the button again, increasing the speed. Slipping two fingers inside her, I let go of the remote, then push two fingers with my other hand into her ass. In this position, I can't thrust, but I can wiggle my finger and tease, and her ass squeezes around my fingers in response. When I begin pumping two fingers in her pussy, she rocks in my lap.
I use the heel of my palm to press the vibrator harder against her clit, while filling both her holes and her orgasm shoots off, and she grunts and whispers incoherently, "Ungh, uhh, oh fuck, oh fuck" while her fingers firmly grip the dashboard.
When she comes down, I expect her to lay hazily in my lap, but she surprises me when she lifts up, sticking her ass in my face while she undoes my jeans and pulls my cock out.
Pulling her underwear to the side, she sinks down, and while she tries to set the pace, I've no patience left. I've been hard since last night, so I grip her hips like handlebars and fuck her at a punishing pace. Skin slaps, and I'm sure my truck is rocking, but I can't give a single fuck.
She's bent at the waist, her hand keeping her forehead from thumping against the dashboard with each thrust, and when she squeezes my cock, I feel her come again, shaking in my lap. I don't give her time to come down. Pulling her hips off me, using her slick, I press my cock into her ass, and it's so fucking tight.
I turn the vibrating underwear back on, then fuck her ass, watching her beautiful body swallow my cock. She screams, and no one outside the truck would have any trouble guessing what we're doing.
