Page 4 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

TWO

SKYE

I know where Maverick lives. I’ve been here once or twice, usually when I’ve been in the car with Forest and he had to drop something off.

It’s a trailer park on the outskirts of town, a little run-down and a bit shady, but it seems to fit Maverick just fine, and he’s still within the boundaries of the pack.

We all pretty much stick together, and it’s the lone wolves you need to be careful of, the ones to watch out for.

As soon as the motorcycle shuts off and my helmet is pulled from my head, Maverick leads me toward the dilapidated structure he calls home.

“Come on, almost there,” he says when I stop suddenly to rut against his thigh.

His hand trails down to my ass and he paws at it.

“Gods, you’re insatiable. I would never have guessed you’d be like this,” he murmurs.

“And how did you think I’d be?” I ask as I reach down and rub the heel of my palm along his big cock.

“I don’t know. I guess I assumed you’d be more clinical about it. Just based on seeing how you usually are.”

I don’t like that at all, my insecurities blooming within me. “Yes, well, it seems my heat has overridden my common sense. I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

He flinches slightly and then shakes his head.

He turns away and unlocks his front door, tugging me inside and switching on the light.

It blinks on after a few seconds, illuminating the old interior.

The combined living room and kitchen area is small but tidy, and the furniture all looks second-hand. But at least it smells clean in here.

I used to scoff at the thought of him living in a ratty place like this, but right now, it’s perfect. Everything about it is just right.

Especially Maverick, standing there, looking like a fucking snack.

“Gods, you’re so fucking hot. Why are you so damn hot?”

His cheeks flush, his hand moving through his hair.

“Fuck, I want these off,” I whine, tugging at the fabric that’s scratching my oversensitive skin. It’s too warm, too much. I feel suffocated. “I need them off.”

He turns toward me and helps me shuck my clothes, tossing them into a pile on the floor. It’s fine, they need washing anyway. They’re a fucking mess, full of slick and cum.

My ass is still leaking, a mix of the two of us, and I watch as his nostrils flare as he inhales.

“Why are you still dressed?” I ask, starting to paw at him like an animal, trying to get him naked.

I want him bare. I want to feel his skin against mine. Being clothed during this has been horrendous. It’s like a craving I still haven’t been able to satisfy, and I’m losing my mind.

My hands slide across his shoulders as I push his leather jacket off and then drag his shirt up. As soon as his skin is exposed, I lean forward and drag my tongue across his nipple.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I say as I grind against his bulge. “Take the jeans off. Please.”

“Please? Really? Say it again.”

“Fuck off,” I murmur, and he chuckles darkly but does as I ask.

Nothing he’s doing is fast enough though.

I’m left whimpering as he steps out and kicks them to the side.

His dick is straining out toward me, and I push my body against it.

It drags across my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum on my skin.

His hands grip my back and drag down to my ass, firmly spreading my cheeks.

I stand up on my tiptoes, trying to give him better access to my hole. I whimper when two of his fingers slide down my crack and push into me.

I tilt my head up, meeting his dark gaze. “Please. Please, Mav.”

His eyes catch on my mouth, and I watch as he wets his lips.

“What do you want?” he asks, and I moan.

“You. Please. Please fuck me.”

He adds two more fingers, fucking into me with nearly his entire hand, but it’s not enough. I want his cock.

Need it.

My hands thread through his hair and I tug his head down. His mouth grazes my lips, a whisper, a breath, and then I’m licking into him, sliding my tongue against his.

He groans into me, his fingers slipping from my hole, and then he’s picking me up. He pushes me against the wall roughly, spreads my cheeks, and impales me. I gasp at the intrusion and then moan, slanting my lips across his and licking into him deeper.

He sucks on my tongue, pulling it between his teeth and biting down gently as his hips rock into me, making my entire body burst with sensation.

Oh yes, this. This is what I need. Naked Maverick and his big dick.

I’m groaning, crying out with each upward thrust. The entire trailer rocks as he moves, his body powerful, each muscle flexing as he fucks me.

My nails dig into his skin, holding on for dear life, my head thrown back, exposing my neck. He wrenches his lips from mine and bites down on my throbbing vein. I nearly scream as my cock erupts between us, cum splashing against our abdomens.

Maverick seems to like that because he fucks into me harder, making me keen and pant. My cock is slapping against my stomach as I’m thrust into, and Maverick is sweating. It rolls down his cheeks as he ruts, and I lean forward and lick at it, tasting him.

“Fuck, Skye,” he moans, his fingers leaving bruises on my skin as he grabs at me.

“More. Harder. More. Please .”

It’s all I can say and it seems to drive him wild. He likes when I beg.

Of course he does. He probably likes that I’m all messy for him. I’ve seen the way he looks at me, full of disdain and contempt. I’m so different from him and his friends. He’s never understood me.

And yet, here he is, fucking into me like my life depends on it.

I mean, it kind of does. I’ve heard of omegas dying from the pain of not finding someone to rut with during a heat.

And I’d like to live, thank you very much.

Suddenly, I feel Maverick’s thrusts grow sporadic and then I watch as his neck flexes, the tendons popping as he comes.

A long, feral groan is torn from his lips, his eyes slamming into mine as he fills me with his release.

The base of his cock is stuffed inside of me, growing thicker with each passing second until I’m completely stuck on him.

He lets out a shaky breath as I whimper at the feeling of being stuffed full before he pulls me into his chest and walks me a few feet to his bedroom.

With careful movements, he settles us on the bed and holds me against him.

I nestle into his strong arms and only startle slightly when he removes my glasses carefully.

“So you can get more comfortable,” he says, and I nod, my legs wrapped around him, my cock still hard between us.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.”

I let my eyes close slightly and I sigh, my hands snaking into his hair and rubbing his scalp.

“I’m sorry you’re stuck here with me,” I say after a moment of silence.

“It’s fine.”

I peek one eye open and arch an eyebrow. “You’re a bad liar.”

“I’m not lying. You’re a good fuck.”

I huff a laugh and roll my eyes, nuzzling into his neck slightly. Fuck, he feels good. Right. Like home in an odd way.

“Well, thanks. I guess that’s something. Seeing as I’ve never done this before.”

Maverick tenses and then grabs my chin gently, forcing my gaze back to his.

“What do you mean you haven’t done this before?”

“I told you that already. I haven’t had sex before. So it’s good to know that I’m good at it.”

His eyes widen slightly right before they close. “Fuck. Me. I knew you said something like that in the woods but I was distracted, and I thought you were talking about how this is your first heat fuck. I didn’t realize…”

“That I was a virgin? I mean, yeah. Like I said, I didn’t mean for this to happen, nor did I mean for it to be you.”

“I know. You’ve said.”

I sigh and trace my fingers down his neck to his chest and peer at the tattoo there. I’ve seen it before, an engine with long wings on either side.

“What does this mean?”

He huffs, his fingers flexing on my hip. “Nothing, just thought it was cool.”

I touch the feathers fanning out from the metal and let that sit between us. “You sure? It really has no significance?”

“Just that I like motorcycles, I guess.”

“You’re such a typical guy,” I say, and he scoffs.

“You’re a guy too.”

“Yeah, but I’m different.”

He regards me for a second and then swallows. “Yeah, you are.”

It’s said so lowly I almost miss it, but before I can address it, he shifts and I gasp.

“Sorry,” he says.

“No, it’s fine. Feels good actually. You know, I always hated the thought of a heat. It seems so degrading, you know? But really, it’s not so bad.”

Maverick laughs softly. “Yeah, it’s intense, but it does feel good.”

“Have you ever experienced a heat with someone before?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’ve helped out a few alphas who needed assistance with their omegas. Sometimes they’re really needy and the alphas can’t cope. But I’ve never done one like this. On my own.”

“You think you can handle me?” I ask, and he thrusts into me a little more, making me moan.

“Skye, I can fucking handle you. Don’t you worry that pretty face.”

He does handle me. Very well. I never thought I’d allow myself to revert to this base animal, but I have.

As soon as his knot goes down, he helps me into the small shower and washes me gently.

But of course, like the slut I’ve become, I beg for his cock again, and he’s left to rut into me against the vinyl shower wall.

The water runs cold before his knot goes down, so we’re stuck there, shivering under the stream of water until he can finally pull out of me.

Then he guides me back to the bed, apologizing for how messy the sheets are.

He really shouldn’t apologize. It’s me who made the mess.

“I need to call someone to bring me supplies,” he says as he pulls a sheet over me, tucking me in. “Give me a minute.”

I whine at the thought of him leaving, but he returns a moment later with his phone and a bowl of fruit. He sits next to me, and I stare at his lap. I shouldn’t crawl between his legs. Most definitely not.

And yet, I do it anyway. I push myself up and sit right on his thighs, startling him slightly.