Page 62 of Pit Stop

“I hate eggplant, by the way. Shitty vegetable.”

I snort and turn to look at him, my hands sudsy. “It wasn’t so bad.”

Maverick eyes me and then moves toward me, his hands sliding around my waist. His nose slides against my neck and I feel the warm puff of his breath against me.

“I’m trying to do the dishes,” I halfheartedly protest, my cock perking up anyway.

“I’m not stopping you,” he says as he moves his fingers to the front of my pants, popping open the button and reaching down to cup my cock. I groan and lean back slightly, my fingers resting on the edge of the counter, water dripping down the cabinets.

“You’re making a mess,” he grumbles, continuing to paw at my cock.

“It’s your fault,” I reply, feeling lust wrap around me, pulling my balls up tight as he continues to stroke me.

“I guess I can wait,” I whimper, knowing he can feel how horny I am. The bond makes everything so clear. “Or since you’re so desperate for it, I could get on my knees right here and take care of you.”

I murmur ayesand then hear Maverick hit the ground, my pants and underwear tugged down with him. My cock pops out and taps the cabinet in front of me.

His fingers curl against my ass cheeks and he nuzzles into me, inhaling deeply.

“Love your scent. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. How good you fucking smelled.”

I whimper at his words as his tongue lashes out and drags up my crack, making me buck forward.

“Better keep washing those dishes,” Maverick says, and I groan as I try to wash a plate, but I can’t keep my hands steady enough to do it. His tongue is pushing inside of me, his moans filling the space around us, and I’m left to just clutch the edge of the counter as I try to keep myself from coming. But it’s futile. Of course it is. It’s him. He has a hold over me. I’d say it’s just the bond, but I know better. It’s him.

“Come around my tongue,” Maverick says, thrusting it back inside of me and making me cry out, slick leaking down my thighs. He groans lowly and rough as he laps at it, thrusting in and out of me, his hand moving between my legs and stroking me.

It’s enough to have me falling over the edge, my cum hitting the floor, dripping down his hands as I shake violently. When I finally turn around, my glasses crooked on my nose, I see Maverick licking his digits, his pupils blown out, his face wet from my mess.

“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 tightshower, 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.

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