Page 14 of Pit Stop

“Does it really bother you?” he asks, his body suddenly feeling tense under mine.

“I mean, yes. I don’t want them to know I had sex with you. That I was desperate and begging you for it.”

His fingers are still on me but not moving, and I feel him holding his breath.

“Aren’t you embarrassed? I mean, you could have anyone, and here you are with me.”

“Shut up, Skye,” he breathes out. “Stop saying that.”

“No, I mean it. People are going to make fun of you. I’m not the one people are clamoring to get with. I mean, there’s a reason I haven’t had a partner, or like, a date. Ever.”

His hands tighten against me, and then I feel his fingers move to my chin, directing my gaze toward his.

“You have no idea what I think.”

I swallow and feel my eyes sting. “No, I don’t. And I don’t need to either. This is just sex. Just a short romp to get me through my heat.”

His nostrils flare, and he nods. “Yeah. Guess that’s all it is.”

He glances away from me, his hand dropping from my face, and we sit there in stilted silence, me worrying my bottom lip until it’s nearly bleeding, and Maverick brooding. That is until my body cramps up again, and I feel my hole grow wet. Knowing I’m out of time, I quickly type out a brief message and send it to my family before throwing my phone onto the bed. I gasp as Maverick picks me up and settles me on his cock, just letting me warm him as we continue to sit there. His hand gently massages my hard cock until I’m coming and then he brings me over the edge again and again until I fall asleep in his arms, his cock still deep inside of me, not knotting me, but filling me.

I don’t ache when I’m with him, I think as I doze off.

I don’t feel so alone.

CHAPTER

THREE

SKYE

The next twodays pass in the same manner. We fuck madly and when each wave passes, we step into the shower and he washes me tenderly. After I’m dried off, he feeds me and we repeat the process all over again. I’m sore and exhausted by the time my heat breaks. It’s mid-morning when I feel myself slowly ebb back to normal.

My hole hurts, a tender ache, and I know I’m going to be walking bowlegged for a few days while I get back to everyday life.

“You okay?” Maverick asks, his cock pressed against my lower back as he holds me tightly.

“I, uh, I think it’s over.”

“Hm?” he asks, his hand sliding up my chest and then gently rubbing a thumb over my bottom lip.

“The heat. I think it’s over.”

He freezes and then he slowly removes himself from me. It’s abrupt and jarring, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as he sits up and scrubs at his face. I bet he’s happy this has ended, that he can finally get rid of me.

The thought makes my eyes sting, but I hold it in. I’m just tired. I’m sure that I’ll be back to normal in a few days and this will all be a distant memory.

“Fine,” I whisper and then stretch out on his bed, pulling the covers up over me, hiding myself from him. Which is silly. He’s seen it all.

Tasted it all.

I bite back a groan when I remember yesterday, his face buried between my cheeks as he fucked into me with his tongue. Oh gods, the way I screamed his name.

I am absolutely mortified now that it’s finally passed.

“I’ll make your breakfast. Something with substance,” he says, and then he’s standing up, pulling on some pants, and moving into the kitchen. I just lie there for a few minutes, trying to gather myself. The sheets are still sticky with my slick and our cum. I should move and shower, but I don’t want to.

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