Page 2 of Pit Stop

I imagine him with tattoos and a six-pack, a jawline chiseled out of marble, and a head full of thick, shiny hair. And his cock, I bet it’s going to hurt sliding in. It’s so fucking big. I bet if he could grab me, he’d throw me around a little, dominate me.

Yeah, the perfect first fuck.

My entire body thrums with anticipation.

“Come on. Give it to me,” the voice says, and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” I murmur and then slide back, the tip of his cock pushing against my wet hole.

I take another deep breath through my nose and push back more, the tip sliding into me with an audible pop. I gasp at the sensation of being stretched wide open and then let out a low moan. Oh fuck, that kind of hurts, but the copious amounts of slick coating my hole makes it easier.

I push back again, letting the length of him slowly enter me, inch by inch. I gasp, my mouth falling open as my fingers curl against the wall opposite me. Oh. Oh yes, that’s real nice. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It just feels…right.

Really fucking right.

“Godsdamn, you’re tight.”

I nod and then babble some nonsense that even I can’t quite comprehend. I am tight. I’m a virgin. Or I was until that big, fat dick pushed all the way inside of me. Now I’m just a seasoned sexpot.

The large dick flexes as it comes to a stop inside of me, impaling me on him. I can’t move, can’t breathe. I’m so full .

I let out a low groan and wiggle slightly, feeling him stretch my tender channel. My body tingles, and I feel my skin grow warm. I inhale deeply and clench around his length.

Fuck yeah, that’s nice.

That itch I’ve had for weeks is finally being scratched.

It’s finally starting to be satiated.

I push back all the way, my ass now against the wall, and I let out a small whimper at how full I am.

“Shit. You took all of me,” the voice says, almost in awe, and I roll my eyes, canting my hips forward slightly.

“Yeah, um, less talking please,” I bite out, trying not to moan, but unable to help it.

This feels like heaven. I should have done this ages ago.

I’ve been missing out. School has nothing on this.

I can see what all the fuss is about. Why an omega would choose to leave their career just to be a full-time, stay-at-home fuck.

I so get it now.

He huffs a laugh. “Yeah, alright.”

I lean forward slightly and fuck back onto him in short bursts before finally gathering my courage and pulling almost all the way off and shoving back onto him.

I let out a slight shout, my entire body humming with something I’ve never felt before.

I shake my head, trying to gather my bearings, but I can’t quite manage.

The tiny room is starting to get hazy, and I feel my hole clench greedily around his shaft.

The amount of slick sliding down my legs is making me a little concerned.

This is more than normal, and yet, thank fuck for that. I need it. I need all of it.

“Shit,” the voice says, a low grumble, and I moan again as I take the entirety of him once more. I slam my ass back against the wall over and over, feeling the scratch of the peeling paint and tape against my sensitive skin.

I grind against him, feeling that pierced cockhead arch up slightly and rub against my insides, the new angle unleashing a new feeling inside of me, something foreign and yet something that I know innately.

I pant heavily, my skin zinging with pleasure, my balls drawn up.

Oh fuck, the lust-filled fog I’m in right now almost hurts as it throbs deep in my core.

And then I feel something inside me snap.

I feel ripped wide open.

“Oh my gods!” I cry out as my hole goes slack and slick drips from it. I gasp and moan as the voice behind me inhales and then growls.

“What the fuck?”

I shake my head, swallowing roughly, continuing to slam my ass back onto his dick. Oh gods. Oh my gods that feels good. I need more, need more .

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck ,” the voice grunts, and I can almost hear the wood creaking under the strain of our bodies colliding. “You didn’t say you were in heat!”

“I didn’t know,” I whine as I continue to slam back against the wall.

It’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough.

I want more. I want it harder, rougher. I want his hands on me, pulling my hair, his fingers fucking into my mouth.

I want his cock to impale me so deeply that it ends up in my throat, and then I want to feel the stretch of…

The knot.

I need it.

I need him to knot me.

“It’s not enough,” I whimper, trying to take more of him. But the wall hinders us. The sound of his cock shuttling into my channel over and over, the scent of my heat, is almost overwhelming. It’s thick and ripe, made worse by the warmth of this small space.

“Shit. You smell so damn good,” the man growls, and I feel the wall shake between us, almost like he’s trying to claw through it.

I want him to do that. I want him to tear it apart and keep me on his cock. I want to fall asleep with it inside of me, and then I want to wake up riding it.

“I won’t last,” he grunts, and I grumble in frustration.

“No. No. I’m not ready. You can’t come. I need more.”

My last word is exhaled in a scream as I place my foot on the toilet seat and start rocking onto him at another angle. The piercing on the end of his dick digs into me, and I moan, pressing the back of my head against the wall and bouncing on him.

I can’t get enough of this. I need him to keep me like this for hours. Days even.

“Can’t…the knot…oh shit!” I feel the way his cock jumps inside of me, the pulse at the base of it as he unloads deep inside of me. The rush of it makes my movements falter for a second.

“Oh shit. Oh fuuuuuck,” the man groans as the base of his dick starts expanding. It grows and pulses, stretching me, locking me in place.

I moan as I shuttle my fist up and down my aching cock, and then I feel my entire body tense as I explode. My body shakes, my hole clenching around his hard length.

“Oh godsdamn,” he murmurs, his dick pulsing once more inside of me. And then I hear the knock of his forehead on the wall behind me and a loud huff. “Shit. I didn’t expect that.”

I nod, feeling shaky and so hot. So warm. Sweat is snaking down my skin, and I could honestly use a glass of water. My thighs are wet with slick and cum, and my entire body is hot and tight.

“Me neither,” I hiss and then shift slightly, trying to get some relief, but I can’t move. I’m stuck on his dick.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,” he groans.

“Well, I’m sorry that I’ve disappointed you. Do you normally knot guys in the glory hole?” I ask in frustration, even though my dick is still hard and honestly, I could go again.

“No. Smart omegas stay home when they’re in heat.”

“I didn’t know I was in heat, you ass,” I murmur and then moan when his cock vibrates slightly inside of me.

“Stop moving,” he grumbles, and I wiggle some more.

“I can’t help it. I’m on my tiptoes here. This hole is far too high and my legs are cramping.”

I groan when I move again, and I hear him grunt. “Well, we’re stuck here for several more minutes, but if you stop moving, I can probably get this knot down faster.”

I try to stay still, but that warmth is starting to trickle through my abdomen again, and I feel my hole grow wet once more.

“Oh, crap.”

“Fuck, the scent you’re putting off…” he says roughly.

“I can’t help it. I, oh gods. I need it again, I think.”

“Not here you don’t. Just stop moving around like that.”

“ Shut up . I can’t help it.”

I lean forward and gasp at the angle of it. His knot is stretching me so good. I fuck back onto it, just mere centimeters, but good gods, that’s perfection.

“Do you want to get out of here or not?” he asks in frustration, and I suck in air through my nose, trying to regulate my breathing, but it’s hard when I’m so turned on.

I am so turned on. I’ve never felt like this. Ever.

“I do. I really, really want to get out of here.”

I want to get out of here and get fucked again. By him.

I close my eyes and stay as still as possible, knowing that if I can do this, we can leave. Then he can take me someplace comfortable and contort me into all different positions, that big, pierced dick pushing in and out of me.

Over and over.

That knot expanding until I’m stuck on him once again.

“Good. Good boy,” he whispers when I continue to stay still. His knot is slowly going down, and I let out a small whine when I start to feel empty.

“The hot-as-fuck praise is not helping matters,” I murmur, inhaling deeply through my nose and out through my mouth.

“Sorry,” he murmurs.

I nod and then a minute later, I feel him slip from my hole with an audible squelch.

I gasp when I feel his release gush down the back of my thighs. Oh, I’m going to walk out of here completely drenched.

Those alphas will be able to smell me a mile away.

“Shit,” the man says, and I hear him zip his pants up and push his door open.

I do my best to wipe myself up, but I just end up smearing the mess all over my skin. Mine and his, this faceless stranger.

“Come on. I’ll walk you out,” the man says from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, one second,” I say, wiggling my jeans up and stuffing my hard, oversensitive cock into my pants.

I push my glasses up my nose and grab the door handle.

With a twist of my wrist, I pull it open, and when I take in the man on the other side, all I can do is close my eyes and mutter, “Well, fuck.”

“What the hell?” Maverick says, his mouth opening and then shutting quickly. “Skye?”

I peel one eye open, taking in that leather jacket and white shirt underneath, the way his biceps and chest fill out both so well, and his tattooed hands, each finger adorned with silver rings, that are currently clenched into fists. Oh, he’s angry. And surprised.

My gaze moves up to his ridiculously handsome face, and I sigh. “Yep, yeah, it’s me.”

Maverick runs a hand over his jaw and then glances toward the exit.