Page 23 of Pit Stop

“Oh gods,” I murmur, feeling the need he has for me. It’s winding its way around my chest and squeezing.

I watch as he stands up, the bulge of his cock right there. I can do nothing but fall to my knees and crawl toward him.

His hands slide through my hair as I wrench his pants down. His cock bursts out and almost slaps me across the face. I don’t waste any time, just flick my tongue across the piercing on his cockhead before pulling the tip inside of me.

His fingernails dig into my scalp, a deliciously painful pull as I lap at him, tasting the pre-cum dripping from the slit.

“Skye,” he growls as I meet his dark gaze. “Fuck.”

He pulls me forward slightly, commanding me to take more of him. And I do. I drag his cock along the length of my tongue until he hits the back of my throat.

And I take more of him. So much so that Maverick is wordless and twitching as I swallow around him.

“Skye-light, don’t—fuck—don’t hurt yourself.”

I pull off him, pulling in a deep breath. “You’re not hurting me.”

I fall back on him, doing the same thing all over again, feeling his thighs tremble beneath my hands as I hold on to him.

My head bobs, drool falling down my chin.

The scent of us, my slick, my cum, his need all mingles to create a delicious experience.

He’s groaning and I’m humming as I swallow him over and over again, loving the sound my mouth makes around his cock.

He’s trying to be gentle, but I can tell when he snaps, when he realizes he isn’t going to last. His fists tighten in my hair and he fucks into me roughly.

I gurgle around his shaft, closing my eyes as I let him use me.

And when he explodes into my stomach, some falling onto my tongue, I swallow it all down.

“Fuck, Skye. Fucking hell,” he rasps as he falls back against the wall, his hands loosening from my hair. I sit back, rubbing at my scalp and pushing his cum from my lips into my mouth. “Did I hurt you?”

“What do you think?” I ask, meeting his gaze. “Do I feel hurt to you?”

He stares at me intently. “You feel like you want to keep going. Like you want me to knot you.”

“Mm,” I hum and then stand on shaky legs.

My mouth meets his in a wet, sloppy kiss, both of our cocks still out.

They brush, each growing hard the longer our tongues tangle.

When we finally pull away, our dicks are hard but neither of us rush to finish.

Instead, we move into the bathroom and into the tight shower, letting our hands roam as we wash each other.

Then we fall naked into bed, his cock nestled in my ass crack as he holds me tightly.

“How are you settling in, living here with me?” he asks, his face brushing against my neck.

“It’s nice. I like having a place away from my dad and brother. Kind of like when I’m at college. Except now, I’m fucking my roommate.”

“I’d say we’re more than roommates.”

“Yeah, well, we are, aren’t we? We’re mates.”

He rumbles happily against me as he continues to scent me, his thick cock thrumming against my ass.

“You know, I met Owen the other day. Outside of the sex shop where I bought all those toys.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, I kind of wanted to hate him, but he’s actually pretty nice.”

Mav huffs a laugh. “He is.”

“I’ve been wondering. How do you know each other?”

He huffs. “This isn’t what I want to talk about when my dick is near your hole.”

I wiggle playfully, and he groans.

“Maybe you should fuck me then so we can talk. I have questions. Lots of them.”

We lie panting, my hole clenching around nothing as Mav strokes his hand up and down my back. He hands me my glasses, which fell off while I was getting pounded from behind. I slide them on, his face becoming clearer.

“Okay, now you owe me a few explanations,” I manage to say, my eyelids fluttering as I look up at him. I’m face down on the bed, Maverick leaning up on his elbow as he looks down at me.

“There’s nothing to explain. Owen and I met a while ago. Some alphas were bothering him, so I stepped in. And from there, he just kind of stuck.”

“And nothing between you has been sexual?”

“No. It hasn’t. He’s always flirted, suggested it, but I look at him like a younger brother. I’m not interested.”

I wiggle closer to Maverick. “But you were interested in me?”

His eyes close for a moment, and I feel something shift through him and into me. Desire.

“Yeah. I’m interested in you.”

“You know…I thought you hated me.”

“It wasn’t hate. It was self-preservation. Trying not to perv on my best friend’s younger, much smarter brother. Didn’t think I stood a chance.”

I lean up slightly, my back arching and his hand lands on my ass.

“Well, look where we are now. Bonded.”

“Bonded,” he breathes.

“Mates.”

His lips twitch as he leans down, capturing my lips in a brutal, searing kiss. I melt, feeling the bond tighten around my chest. He must feel it too. He must.

His phone suddenly buzzes from the bedside table, and he grapples with it, trying to read what’s on the screen.

“Shit. Speaking of Owen. He wants to meet me for breakfast tomorrow.”

I adjust my glasses as I move over him, crawling between his legs and letting his strong chest become my pillow.

“I mean, you can if you want. I don’t control you.” But even as I say that, something jealous and possessive moves through me.

“Nah. You’ll come with me.” His phone pings, and he huffs a small laugh. “See, he invited you before I could say anything. He knows we’re mates.”

“All right then. I guess we are going to breakfast tomorrow.”

“Better rest up,” Maverick says, his arms moving around me, his lips pressed into my hair.

I snuggle in deeper. Yeah, rest. I can do that.