Page 55 of Alpha’s Conquest

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.”

“I know.” My fingertips glided over his face, memorizing the rugged features I had missed so desperately. Just a little bit longer in his arms.

Adam seemed equally reluctant to move, but eventually we had to break the spell. “We can’t sit here all day, omega, as much as I would like to.” Right. He had to work. My legs refused to move, and it had nothing to do with the fact that they were still trembling. Adam carefully disentangled our bodies and reached into the glove compartment for something. Before I could pull my pants up, he was wiping me clean, front and back. It was hardly the first time he’d ever done that, but in his car?? And he was already prepared with wipes and napkins???? He glanced at my shocked expression and slid my pants over my hips once I was clean. “You’re gonna have to get used to me doing this. Now go sit in your seat and put your seatbelt on.”

I obeyed, a little too eagerly, and his pants were zipped by the time I clicked my seatbelt. He’d driven us to an empty parking lot, using a cluster of trees to hide us from the street. It wasn’t fully out of sight, but no one had seen us, at least. He put the car in gear and moved forward, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching for mine. He held my hand as we drove through town, giving everyone that passed a friendly finger wave from the steering wheel.

We drove for a few minutes before he pulled over beside a brick building. Bandle’s Insurance, the sign said. The lawn outside was littered with bags of potting soil, tools, and piles of dirt. Adam got out and pulled the truck tailgate down as I jumped from my seat to the pavement. The disarray of supplies at the work site was chaos, but underneath, I could see little sticks in the ground that plotted out where things would go. I wondered what they were for. Green sticks for plants, maybe? Grey for gravel. There was a worn path in the grass leading to the store, and another that led to a cluster of trees nearby. Cedars, I think they were called. My plant knowledge was laughable.

With a low grunt, Adam hoisted a heavy wooden crate out of the truck bed and carried it to the shade tree beside us. The crate had large, square stones inside. Pathing, just as I’d guessed. I followed him back to the truck and pulled out a crate of plants. It had flowers of different colors and sizes. The rest of the truck bed was filled with bags of gravel, more crates of plants, and two potted shrubs.

“I’ve got it. You don’t have to…” I’d already walked away with the crate before he started complaining. “Casey.” Ooh, don’t growl at me like that in public.

The big, burly man who had just rearranged my insides gave me a stern look as we both carried crates to the sidewalk. As soon as I’d set mine on the concrete, he gave me a swift spank right on the ass. I stumbled forward, but his arm caught me around the waist and he gently set me on my feet. Our bodies pressed together under the shade of the tree. The mere touch of his hands, and the feel of his chest moving against my back relaxed all the tension I’d built up over the past few months.

“The trees here smell just like you,” he whispered, his lips against my neck.

“Does that mean you’re always hard at work?”

Chuckling, he kissed my neck, breathing deeply of my rain and cedar scent. “Always.”

We’d never been out in public like this, openly touching each other where anyone might see. It was everything I’d imagined it would be.

Once the truck was unloaded, he passed me a pair of work gloves. The fabric looked almost brand new, and every stitch was still intact. Did he even use these?

“This,” Adam started as he stood over the area, “is where the Juniper shrubs will go, right next to the building. We’ll put some orange and yellow flowers around them. And then…” He turned slightly and pointed his finger along the worn trail in the grass. “We’re replacing this path with stepping stones. It will lead to the store from here, and split off to a bench under those red cedars back there. We’re getting the bench next week. Mr. Bandle wanted people to have a place to sit.” Taking my shoulders, he shifted us to face the shop, his arm reaching past me to point at the various sticks marking each spot in the ground. “You’ll walk from the parking spots to the stones, and there’ll be some Butterfly Milkweed along the path, and Anise Hyssop. They’re for the bees and butterflies. We’ll mix ferns in with the flowers.”

He pointed to each plant as he spoke so I would know which ones he meant. His vision began to form in my mind. I’d never thought of landscaping as art, but that’s exactly what he was creating. Art with plants. The passion in his voice as he explained everything to me was exactly how I sounded when I talked about painting.