Olivia Blake
Some and by that I mean – most – of my exams had not gone as planned, not that exams ever went as hoped with me. I had spent my nights leading up to them, studying on the couch next to Caleb but half the time, I'd ended up studying him instead. He could be fairly distracting, mostly because even the simple noise of him clearing his throat had me rubbing my thighs together... it was pitiful.
Then there I stood, while my mother primped and pruned me with my cap and gown so she could get one decent photo but all I kept thinking about was later that night. My parents had served up some appetizers and champagne at their house – and for once, he permitted me a drink but he eyed me closely as I sipped away at the alcohol. of course, I'd been sneaky enough to be on my third. Not nearly as drunk as Sara though, she'd pre-drunk and rubbed it in my face more than once while drooling over Wyler. This is why he was a beef-cake, even against his wishes – his ability to make women of all ages get wet from his broad shoulders and moody behaviour.
When my mother walked off to retrieve hairspray, Sara slurred, “So, how big is his cock?”
I giggled. there were many ways I wanted to answer that, one being, “Well, he hardly fits in my mouth.”
Sara almost spat out her drink. “Jeez...Is it gonna fit inside?”
Shrugging, we both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“Spread em' wide.” Sara's laugh morphed into a horrid snort.
“Olivia.”
We both went erect and silent in the same instant, turning to face Caleb in the doorframe. He had a beer in hand, while wearing a cotton button down and a pair of jeans. He looked young that day, not so business-like and on a mission to run his pack – usually he held a send of old man because of those traits.
“What's up?” I sipped my champagne while rubbing my thighs together unconsciously.
He twitched, only slightly in the corner of his mouth, like he was figuring out my refillable glass charade finally. “The ceremony is in an hour, how much more time does your mother need?”
“Eh, we're fine...” I brushed him off, sipping more.
He walked toward me with his hand out and I gulped the liquid quick to stop him from nabbing it with the few sips left for the taking. Pulling it from my lips, he stepped back. “I think that's enough. You are required to stand still on stage for a bit, being sober might be in your best interest.”
Sara giggled. “It's gonna be boring anyway. We might as well make it more fun--”
I cupped her mouth suddenly. “We're good, yeah, no more drinking.”
With a creased brow he left the kitchen and I dropped my hand. “Don't provoke him. It's like messing with a dragon.”
Sara wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Why? What's he like angry? That could be fun.”
Only if I liked my ass being numb – no tonight he needed to be in a good mood, so my virginity taking could be fun and not a punishment for getting drunk. Pissing off Wyler would not make for fun that night.
My mother walked in with the hairspray and I made a point to hurry her. She wanted an array of typical grad photos on the lawn, including one with Caleb, who stood stiffly next to me. It left me wondering what he'd be like as a husband – stiff... but in the right ways.
I giggled and he gave me a sideways glance that left me antsy, while shifting back the sleeve on his shirt to check the time.
“We need to go.”
He escorted me to his truck as Sara attached to my side and my parents veered off to their vehicle. “Can I get a ride too?”
Caleb paused as he grabbed the door for me.
“Sure!” I answered for him and he grumbled enough once Sara was in the truck for me to know I shouldn't have jumped on the offer so quick. Maybe he'd been planning something on the way to the auditorium or...
I got in the passenger side as Sara snapped her belt on in the middle seat along the back bench seat. I realized then, this was all going to be very amusing for my friend.
Caleb got in, looking uncomfortable which he never really looked like while in the truck with me. It was Sara doing it. He flipped on the stereo almost as soon as he started the truck but Sara was convinced to make it more awkward with him.
“How you liking Silvermoon so far?”
I gave my friend a weird look, while Caleb cleared his throat.
“Fine, thank you.”
I tried not to smile at his forced reply.
“Where are you from again?”
Caleb paused, turning onto the highway. “No where near here.”
“Like your original pack?” Sara slurred a bit and I gave her the shut up face because obviously she was forgetting he was still her Alpha and twenty-questions wasn't acceptable. “So, where you taking Liv? cause we all wanna know.”
“Who's all?” He glanced at me and I shrugged.
Sara giggled. “She's like a fairy princess.”
Oh god! How much had she drank! I burned up. I was a fairy princess all right... well, I was some sort of princess to him – just not the kind Sara figured.
“That right?” He grunted, adjusting his hands on the steering wheel so he could take one of mine. I tensed up from the contact and my friend went oh so silent. I didn't dare look at her, because maybe that had been his plan, to make her a bit jealous and stop her stupid behaviour. Though, there was a time when I would have thought that behaviour was a riot too.
When we got to the school, Sara bailed, promising to meet up with me later on.
Caleb came around to escort me inside. “Your friend is annoying.”
I smiled. “You scared her when you touched me.”
He put his mouth to my ear like he was kissing my cheek and said, “imagine what she'd think of all the ways I usually touch you...” His words sent a spike of arousal to my thighs for the third time that day and I pushed him off gently to combat it.
“Don't hit on me outside my school. The principal thinks you're my brother, remember?”
He choked out a laugh.
“Did you forget, Daddy?”
His smile left and he dropped his chin in warning. “Caleb is good for the rest of the day, Olivia.”
“Why you gotta ruin all my fun?”
He took my elbow and turned me to face my approaching parents and then whispered, “behave, or else you won't get your graduation present, babygirl.”
I smiled, keeping my thumping heart at bay. That meant his cock because I'd been obsessing over this day for the past two weeks and now, I was gonna get it – all fucking night, I hoped.
Caleb slipped his hand along my back and then we walked with my parents inside. Where sitting through the horrendously long ceremony and numbing speeches had me almost passing out in the uncomfortable plastic seating provided.
By the end of it, I wanted out of that school and the thought of never seeing it again had zero emotional hindering on me. I hugged my mom and antisocial father, and gave Sara a quick hug – but she made no sly joke of Wyler's cock in the moment. I did it for her. “See you on the other side, BFF.”
Sara gave me a smile and then disappeared into the crowd toward her own family.
Caleb had no problems navigating us out of there and to his truck, where he finally appeared relieved. He helped me into the truck, once I ridded myself of the horrible cap and gown I was silent for the first ten minutes, gnawing on my thumb while I was at it.
“Are you nervous, Olivia?”
I dropped my hand, noticing the skin I'd started to break. “A bit.”
“Hopefully not nervous of me.”
“No, just your cock,” I joked.
He grunted. “Well, we'll get there, have dinner and...”
“And then?”
He shifted in his seat. “Don't overthink it.”
But I was... and it wasn't from the fact that he was going to be inside me finally. it was because I'd become buffered to dry humping him and his finger fucking techniques, maybe his cock wouldn't compare... That wasn't something I could say aloud, it would just insult his manhood... his big Alpha manhood that was.
I squeezed my fingers together and then Caleb reached over, snatching one away from me to hold it.
“I'll take good care of you, babygirl, don't worry.”
I blinked, his words catching my off guard in some romantically weird way. What I'd been expecting of this night was morphing into something else. for the first time since being forced into his bed – I would actually be sleeping with him, willingly and officially.
“Why are you so wet right now?”
“Ugh.” I blushed, looking out my window to the passing forest. “I'm... not?”
“You're making it hard to focus.”
“So are you.” I whipped my hand from his. “Don't say such nice things to me.”
He smiled, taking my hand back with a firm grip this time. “You get wet even when I say nasty things to you.”
I wreathed, my panties now soaking against my inner thighs. I refused to engage further with him and buttoned my bottom lip to my top.
“Only two more hours and we'll be at the fucking palace.”
I whined, putting my head back.
“But if you keep spiking my senses, I'll have to make a detour.”
Shutting my eyes, I hoped to calm my racing heart and engorged areas to keep him on course. By tenderly stroking the back of my hand with the pad of his thumb, he thankfully lulled me into a placid place in conjunction to the rocking of the vehicle for the rest of the apprehensive drive.