Page 12 of Pit Stop

“You are too,” he replies. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I huff and then arch my hips back, rocking on him at a different angle and making my eyes cross. He reaches between us and strokes my dick, and my mouth parts in a silent scream. I’ve never felt this need before, this desire to be stuffed full at all hours of the day. Sex was always an idea in the back of my mind, a physical action, but I can see why people are emotionally overwhelmed when doing it. I can see it now.

I fucking understand.

When I come, I coat his chest and then feel him bend his knees and fuck up into me, his nostrils flaring as his knot starts to grow inside of me.

I moan at the sensation, continuing to grind against him, making his dick pulse again. And when he’s done, the two of us coming down from the high of it, I flop down on his chest and feel the tug of his bulge against my rim.

“It’s so good,” I whisper. “Why is it so good?”

“’Cause it’s me.”

I huff a laugh and then press my lips to his Adam’s apple. If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted to kiss his tattooed neck since I met him all those years ago. Not that I let myself even fantasize about it. I just let the thought slip into my head before discarding it completely.

Guys like Maverick don’t go for nerds like me. And the way he looks at me…well, he’s never been interested in what I have to offer. He’s only doing this out of obligation, and the smell of my pheromones is making him behave irrationally.

But it doesn’t even matter because I have no room for him in my life. I’m already drowning in my engineering courses, and I have big plans for after graduation—goals of helping with environmental sustainability.

The fact is, his life is here, and I plan on moving away as soon as I finish college. I won’t let being an omega define who I am and what I can achieve.

But I can’t deny that he’s being very helpful at the moment.

“You have such a nice cock. That piercing does things to me.”

“Glad you approve. Figured if you ever saw my dick, you’d just scowl at it.”

I laugh again, the vibration making my ass flex around his length.

“I mean, under normal circumstances, I probably would, but right now, I love it.”

His hands skirt down my back and cup my ass cheeks.

“Glad you love something about me.”

“Right now, I love everything about you,” I admit and then stretch my legs out, making us both moan at the feeling. “Especially that knot. It’s fucking nice, Mav.”

“Yeah, seems your ass likes it just fine.”

We both chuckle at that and then we lie there in comfortable silence, listening to the air-conditioner turn on and cool our overheated skin.

“How are we gonna go back to the way things were after this?” I ask, tracing a skull etched on his bicep. It flexes under my touch, and I realize I may actually miss this. Miss these parts of him.

“I don’t know. Guess you could go back to scowling at me from the porch and snipping at me every time I speak.”

“I do not scowl.”

“You do,” he says, a grin in his voice. “You glower at me from behind those hot-as-fuck glasses.”

Those words make me lean up so I can see his face. “You think my glasses are hot?”

Even in the dim light, I can see his cheeks flush.

“They’re okay.”

“You said it. You think they’re hot,” I say with a grin. “You can’t take it back.”

He rolls his eyes and then looks away. “Yeah, okay. You’re…cute.”

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