Page 16 of Pit Stop
“I need more! More !” I cry out, and he grabs on to my ankles and throws them over his shoulders. The change in position makes me bow off the bed, his cock hitting that spot inside of me that has me moaning lowly, a desperate, needy keen.
“Maverick.”
He growls when he hears that, his name on my lips.
Sweat beads on his forehead, his hair falling into his eyes.
He doesn’t even push it back, just continues to fuck into me, making my cock erupt once more.
My hole clenches around his dick and I feel him start to release, his knot swelling inside of me.
The feel of it causes my cock to jerk and cum dribbles from the tip.
Maverick groans as he collapses onto me, his nose rubbing against mine, his lips skirting across my mouth.
“So perfect,” he says, and I sigh, my hands going around his back and holding him to me.
“You are too. So good.”
His teeth drag down my cheek to my neck and he nibbles on me. The feel of him inside of me, the scent of him. It makes me want things we can’t have.
And yet still, I arch my neck and give him access to me.
To mark me.
A low rumble hits me and I feel his teeth sink into me. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to pretend.
“Mine,” he growls, and I let out a soft sigh as he continues to bite and suck bruises onto my skin.
But not the mating mark. Never that.
As we wait for the knot to go down, he kisses me tenderly, his tongue lazy as it slides into my mouth, tasting me.
“This is going to be an intense heat,” I tell him.
“I can handle it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking sure,” he says before he goes back to kissing me.
When his cock finally returns to normal and he slides out of me, I let out a low, disappointed moan.
“Let me get you some water.”
He stands up and even though he’s only gone for a minute, I feel the emptiness of it all. I miss him already, knowing what I can’t have.
“We should go out and get my sex toys. I think Tater left them in the driveway.”
“You don’t need fucking toys right now,” he says as he returns and helps me sip some water.
Some drips down my chin, and he leans down and licks it up, making my body flare with lust.
“I can take care of you.”
“I’m not saying you can’t, but, Mav…”
“Shh,” he says, setting the water down and nuzzling my neck. He kisses his way down my chest, focusing on my nipples, pulling them between his teeth and making me arch up, my fingers digging into his skin as he continues to move lower.
When his lips hit my cock, my hands curl into his hair and I force myself to watch as he sucks me down his throat.
I don’t know how he manages it, but he sucks another orgasm from me before nuzzling into my groin, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin there.
“Let me mark you here. Please, Skye.”
“Just between us?”
“Our little secret,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say, knowing the mating mark has to be on the neck to be effective.
Maverick lets out a low groan as he bites the skin of my inner thigh, sucking at my bruised and broken skin. Something shifts inside of me and I feel my next wave start to unfurl.
“Mav,” I groan, and he peers up at me, a smirk on his face.
“Need me again?” he asks, and I nod, swallowing roughly as he slides three fingers into me, his face pressed into my inner thigh.
He twists his wrist, making me cry out, already needing more. I need his whole damn fist inside of me.
His teeth sink into my thigh, marking me on the other side, and I cry out as something winds up inside of me, curling around my chest and tightening.
“Please!” I cry out and then he’s standing up, pulling his clothes off. As he does this, I turn over and present myself to him, my hole open and sloppy, waiting to be filled.
The bed dips slightly and I feel his dick push into me once more. The band around my chest tightens and I gasp, pushing myself up onto my elbows as he rams into me.
“You feel so good,” he moans as he pushes into me.
“More!”
He gives it to me, pulling me up into his arms, wrapping one around my chest, his other hand around my cock, his face pressed into my neck, and his teeth grazing my sensitive, flushed skin.
As I come, he sinks his teeth into the back of my neck, marking me there as well, making me scream. Oh gods, the police are going to come because of frantic I am. Everyone is going to hear this and yet I don’t care. I just want it to never stop.
And he doesn’t. He continues to fuck into me until I’m coming again, his teeth sinking into the underside of my arm as he releases inside of my tight hole.
That invisible band expands, tightening around my stomach and wrapping around my thighs, my cock, my balls. It’s everywhere.
I start to vibrate with euphoria as he knots me again and we fall onto the bed, our bodies wrapped against each other, our breathing labored.
“It feels different this time,” I say, and he nods, kissing my broken skin.
“It feels right. You and me.”
“Yes,” I say as my eyelids fall shut. The last thing I remember is him whispering something in my ear, words that are foreign to me. And it lulls me to sleep.