Pit Stop

by Cora Rose

I’m not the hottest guy. More like minimally average. I’m kind of on the nerdy loser end of the scale with my gangly limbs and glasses. I’m nothing like these alpha males with their big muscles and tall statures. I fall impressively behind in all scores.

I mean, the cock isn’t the problem. It’s the dickish attitude most of them have. Especially Maverick McCullen. The asshole.

I just want to get railed and walk away with a sore hole, knowing I did something about my sad, pathetic, sexless life. And to scratch the itch that’s been building inside of me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but it’s insatiable.

I wrench my pants and underwear down, feeling the sudden onslaught of nerves. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t fucking believe it. But I’m here. I’m not running away scared. I’m prepped and ready, suited for butt action. I’ve thought about this enough, and my hole is wet from just imagining what’s about to happen.

And then a big, pierced dick slides through the hole. I stare at it and grow even wetter. Oh my gods, not only am I finally going to fuck a dick, but a pierced one.

I am tight. I’m a virgin. Or I was until that big, fat dick pushed all the way inside of me. Now I’m just a seasoned sexpot.

“Shit. You took all of me,” the voice says, almost in awe, and I roll my eyes, canting my hips forward slightly.

I pant heavily, my skin zinging with pleasure, my balls drawn up. Oh fuck, the lust-filled fog I’m in right now almost hurts as it throbs deep in my core. And then I feel something inside me snap. I feel ripped wide open.

“Shit. You smell so damn good,” the man growls, and I feel the wall shake between us, almost like he’s trying to claw through it.

“Oh, crap.” “Fuck, the scent you’re putting off…” he says roughly. “I can’t help it. I, oh gods. I need it again, I think.” “Not here you don’t. Just stop moving around like that.” “Shut up. I can’t help it.”

I hate how perfect he is.

“Fuck, you’ve made a mess.”

“Yeah, you like it. You like my dick inside of you. Admit it. Say it.” I bite my lip, trying to keep it inside, but I can’t maintain it for long. It feels too good, Maverick owning me—every inch of me, inside and out. “You. You, Maverick. I love it.”

I don’t want him to pull out of me. I want to live in these woods, his dick buried inside my wrecked hole, and become the animals we once were, like our ancestors before us.

“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.”

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.

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

“More. Harder. More. Please.” It’s all I can say and it seems to drive him wild. He likes when I beg.

“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.”

Still, my stomach churns with the thought of his friends finding out that I’m the one he’s fucking. Forest’s nerdy little brother. How pathetic. How mortifying. I’m sure Maverick’s embarrassed as well. He probably wants to pretend he’s with someone else.

“I know it’s going to be a long few days. Like you said. If you want to ask another alpha…” He growls, the rumble moving through his chest loudly, his hand clutching me tighter. “Don’t even fucking suggest it.”

“Maverick. Mav,” I moan as I crawl up his body and sink down onto his hard dick. I don’t even let him wake up first. I just know that if I’m not filled soon, I will ache in the worst possible way. He groans, still half-asleep, but slowly moves his hands to my hips and helps me fuck down onto him. “Need you,” I moan. “Need you.” “Yeah, baby. I’m here, Skye-light. I’m here,” he says groggily.

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

“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.”

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

How did Mav know exactly how I like my coffee? He got it right every morning I was with him. I never even had to ask.

I don’t know what Maverick did to me, but he did something, and I’m not totally right in the head anymore. He fucked all common sense out of me and now I’m all mopey and love-struck.

I sip at my drink as I finally make it through the crowd, and as I near the far wall, I meet someone’s gaze. His gaze. Maverick.

“Looking so godsdamn fuckable, so fucking hot. You shouldn’t be around that many alphas. They’ll tear you apart. Red especially. Don’t even fucking go there with him, Skye. You’re better than him. Better than me.” “But I want you. I want you to split me in two.”

I huff, knowing my dick is right there in front of his face. It’s not even trying to be modest, just poking through the fabric like the slut it is.

I know it’s him, can sense it through the waves of heat sizzling up from the ground. Maverick. My hole grows slick and I feel my cock perk up. Damn thing, always so overeager. It’s embarrassing.

“You still want to take me after seeing those pictures?” His eyes grow hooded and he holds out a helmet to me. “Get the fuck on the bike, Skye-light.”

I might also brush against his hard cock, squeezing it, rubbing it, making his pheromones spill from him, out of control. I love how I can bring this out of him. Hate that he can do the same to me. I have zero control. But I want it. I really do.

“You don’t need to flirt with me to get his attention. His eyes are on you anyway,” Nox says quietly. I snort. “He doesn’t care about me with that guy all over him.” Nox chuckles and chucks me under the chin gently. “You are so oblivious.”

“Hey!” a familiar voice says. I glance up and see a large man standing before me. “Uh. Potato?” I ask, and he grins widely. “Close. Tater. At your service.” I nod and hold out my hand, feeling suddenly very determined. “I’m Skye.”

Maverick nods and moves toward me, growling slightly as he moves past the men in my vicinity, his muscles flexing as he brushes past Tater. Gods, this man.

“It feels different this time,” I say, and he nods, kissing my broken skin. “It feels right. You and me.” “Yes,” I say as my eyelids fall shut. The last thing I remember is him whispering something in my ear, words that are foreign to me. And it lulls me to sleep.

The entire trailer smells like sex, our cum and my slick. Not that he seems to mind. His inner wolf is dominating, the way he scent marks me, how he bites into my skin everywhere but the side of my neck. Claiming me in a very roundabout way. It’s not official, but still, it feels like I’m his.

I feel something inside of me, almost as if I can sense an emotion that isn’t my own before it disappears as my next wave hits me.

He really should stop being so nice and sexy because I may fall for him. And that would be tragic indeed.

It will all work out. It has to, and in the meantime, I’m going to have a lot of sex with Maverick. Lots and lots of it. When life gives you lemons, fuck the hell out of that lemonade.

“You’re so hot,” I moan. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” His eyes flicker shut, nostrils flaring. “Mine,” he murmurs, lifting me up and carrying me to the bedroom.

He stretches out like a cat, making my libido rocket. It’s in fucking outer space right now. Orbiting the moon. If the moon was an ass. Skye’s ass.

I feel everything he does. The bond. Fucking incredible. He may not know that I do. I try to hide it so when this ends, he can move on, but fuck. I can feel him. He’s a part of me.

I want to keep him. I want him forever.

I’m fucking happy, elated even. I can’t believe my luck. A smart, hot guy like Skye, being with someone like me. I fucking preen with the thought.

“Maybe we should fuck all around the trailer and outside too. Keep your family out for good,” Mav says. I gasp and then feel my cheeks blush as I imagine it. “I mean, we could.” Mav’s nostrils flare as he moves toward me, his lips lowering to mine, but before he can reach them, a knock on the door pulls us apart.

“Because I’m going fuck you while I still have you and if I have to rut you right here in this parking lot, I will. Because you’re mine, Skye. You’re fucking mine.”

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 hate how I love how possessive he is, the alpha to my omega.