Page 26 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

MAVERICK

The door to my trailer is nearly knocked off its hinges as the two of us rush inside, our mouths seeking each other, our hands ripping at our clothes, not able to get naked fast enough.

Gods, he tastes good, feels good. Everything about him is so hot. I can’t believe he’s mine.

For now , my mind reminds me, but I shove it away.

I know it’s coming to an end. I know this, but still, I’ll take what I can get.

This was never going to last anyway. I knew it the minute I realized we were bonded.

He is going places. He’s so smart. He wants to be an environmental engineer.

I don’t even know what the fuck that means. Just what I’ve looked up online.

I wrench his shirt over his head and drag my lips down his neck, feeling the jump of his pulse beneath my mouth. His sultry little whimpers and groans.

The scent of his hole getting wet.

My hands reach behind me and I tug my shirt off, tossing it aside and lifting Skye onto the kitchen table. Those sexy legs part and I step between them, tilting his head up with a soft tug of my hand in his hair, and plunder his mouth again.

I want to get him off over and over. I’m obsessed with him, his taste, the way he feels around me.

Naked. I need him completely nude. A few seconds later, his bare ass is sitting on the table, like a nice meal to be eaten up.

My hand twists around his cock as I stroke, making him groan into me, our tongues tangling.

“Fuck me. Please,” he begs, and I can’t not give him what he wants.

“Where are those toys you bought?”

He moans at my suggestion, his trembling hand pointing at the bedroom. I kiss him roughly before pulling away from him and grabbing the plastic bag, looking through it and thanking the gods he bought so many different options.

I want to use them all on him.

When I return, Skye is waiting for me, his body slightly flushed, his pupils dilated behind those sexy-as-fuck glasses. He wants me. I can feel it, can smell it on him. The yearning.

I didn’t realize what that was until now.

But then again, he has just the sweetest scent. Addicting almost.

“Which one should I use?” I ask, pulling out each option. There really is a nice range. “Maybe I should stuff you full of one and then suck your cock while you suck mine.”

He gasps as his legs wrap around my thighs and pull me into him. I lean down and kiss him, stroking his dick, letting those soft little mewls flood my system until I’m practically dripping with need.

I pull away and pick the largest dildo, the one with the vibrator and expanding knot. I want to see that pretty rim stretch for me.

He groans when he sees it and my dick jerks.

“Lean back. Knees up to your chest.”

He does as I say, and I shuck off my pants as I watch that slick hole open and close, waiting to be entered, to be impaled on something.

I take my time torturing him with the dildo, slowly pushing in and out of him. Just the tip before pushing it in, inch by inch. That ass expands around it, taking it like such a good boy, and I can’t help but lean down and run my tongue along his rim, wetting it, tasting his slick.

His hands tangle in my hair, holding me against him, and they only loosen when I take his cock into my mouth and suck. The sounds he makes when I do this are almost my undoing. I can feel how much he wants this.

So as I pull him into the back of my throat and swallow, listening to him curse and stutter, I shove the rest of the dildo inside of him, knot and all. He cries out at the intrusion, and without waiting, I flick on the switch and hear it begin to expand and vibrate at the same time.

“Oh fuck!” he screams, bowing off the kitchen table and humping his hips up into the air. I suck him harder, making him swear and beg until he’s spilling into my mouth. But I’m not done with him. I’m not fucking done.

I keep at it, mouthing his sensitive cock as the knot finally stops growing and the vibrations move to a slow, sensual rhythm.

Skye is groaning and gasping now, his cock still hard in my mouth. His body can feel how hot I am for him, how needy. It’s why he hasn’t been able to grow soft. I bet I can pull another orgasm from him.

My hands tug his thighs and I pull his groin into mine and lift him. His legs wrap around my waist and my hands go to his ass, holding him tightly as I walk us to the bed, the dildo still wedged in his hole.

The things I’m going to do to him. The things I’ve dreamed of doing to him here. Ever since he sent me those sexy nude pictures, it’s been game over for me.

Not that he’ll ever know how I truly feel, but I can show him. I can live out all my desires here, in this moment. It’s all I have.

I lower him carefully to the bed and crawl up his body, turning around so my mouth is hovering over his cock and my cock is hovering over his mouth.

He leans up and takes me between his lips without warning, and my hips thrust forward, tunneling down his throat.

He groans, gagging and sputtering when I pull out.

But he doesn’t ask me to stop, doesn’t give me any indication that he wants this to end. So I give it to him, with my dick and my tongue. Letting him tunnel down my throat while I do the same to him. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done. And I’ve done a lot of things.

But with Skye, it’s different.

I knew it would be different. It’s why I tried to resist him, but when I found out it was him on the other side of that glory hole, I knew I had to have him.

I know this bond will end, that we will have to part, but fuck if I won’t enjoy it while it lasts.