Forty
H ere’s the dilemma for a man, right? Who doesn’t want his dick sucked? If there are men who aren’t into it, I’ve certainly never fucking heard of them. Who wants their dick sucked? Every. Fucking. Man.
But it’s Sophie, and this place isn’t somewhere I ever want to see her on her knees, so I dragged her back up and stared at her for a moment. She looked hurt, like I was rejecting her, but that wasn’t the case, not by a long way. There were no windows in this stuffy little office, but there was a lock on the door. I pressed a finger over those pert lips of hers before she could speak.
“Get naked while I lock this door. You’ll be on the desk, babe, no way in hell you’re meant to be on the floor like that. Definitely not this floor, and definitely not for me.”
She gasped, and backed up, pulling at her clothes while I turned, locked the door, and then dug my phone out and switched it off. No fucking interruptions. That was the plan. Next, I shoved all the crap off the desk onto the floor, because I needed the whole thing for what I wanted. She was naked when I turned back to her, so I quickly shed my own clothes, tossing the shit cut I had to wear right on the floor with the rest. If it’d been a new Phoenix cut, I was starting to realise that would be rested somewhere with respect, but not that piece of crap I had to wear right now.
“Get up on the desk, sweet thing. We’re gonna do things a little differently.” I guided her up, laying her back with her head off the edge of the desk, and her legs spread wide, and she got the picture pretty fast, reaching back to grab my hips and drag me within reach, so she could slide that wet mouth of hers over my cock. I pulled back and leaned down, kissing her gently.
“You need me to stop or move back, slap my skin, anywhere, and I will. Promise me.”
She nodded and opened her mouth again, ready to suck me deep. I backed off again, and she let out a whine as she reached for me.
“ Nope . Don’t like this for your neck.” I dragged her back onto the desk fully, and moved up onto my knees above her on the hard surface, working with her to guide my cock into her mouth, as deep as I could go, angling into her throat. She gagged and I hesitated, but she didn’t slap at me, so I leaned over and pressed her legs wider, putting my mouth down over that sweet pussy of hers, and starting to lick. Soph’s hands settled on my ass, and she let me fuck her throat with gentle strokes, as I tongue-fucked her like a fucking savage. The contrasts were blowing my mind, because I had no idea I could be gentle like this, but for her, anything was possible.
When she made choking sounds, I pulled back to allow her to breathe, using two fingers to keep teasing her pussy, and then I went back to fucking her throat, as I tongued her clit and tore ragged gasps from her, which emanated over the flesh of my cock, and teased me further.
I was ever ready for a slap against my skin, a warning that she needed to stop, but it never came, and instead, I was the one suddenly backing off and pulling away, because I was too close to coming, and that wasn’t getting wasted.
“But…”
“Not wasting it, baby. My cum goes up inside you, to give you that baby we want so much.”
I moved around the other side of the desk, leaning over to wrap my arms around her thighs, dragging her to the edge, and then I was inside her, and fucking her hard. I kept her legs pinned against my chest with both arms, so all she could do was take it, and bounce back against me, and that was making her yelp with each thrust, but in the best possible way.
“Oh god, oh godddd!” Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I had no choice but to unload into her, as pleasure roared through me, and right back into her. I held her tight against me, so she had to take every drop of my cum, my legs fucking shuddering under the onslaught of my orgasm. Fuck me.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweet thing, but fuck me, it’ll be worth it.”
She tried to sit up, and what the fuck was that about?
“You don’t move yet, Soph, no way. Gotta keep you laying there, and holding my cum inside you.”
She tried to move again, giggling softly as she watched me ease out of her, and immediately tuck two fingers back inside her.
“You don’t need to do that, Micro, I promise.”
I lifted my eyes reluctantly from her well-used pussy, stretched around two thick fingers, and pouted.
“You don’t want a finger-fuck, Soph? You think we should waste all that cum that tried to sneak back out? You want a baby, so you’ll need every drop I have.”
“As in, you think you’re not virile enough to fertilise me?” The fuck? The smirk on her face as she baited me was adorable, but she’d besmirched my swimmers, and she’d have to pay for that. I leaned over her, and cupped the back of her head as I pressed her back down against the desk, my forehead against hers, as my fingers started ramming deep, and fucking her thoroughly.
“You saying my swimmers are weak, baby? You don’t trust them to get the job done?”
She couldn’t speak, because I was finger-fucking her like a savage, and the only sounds she could make were squeaks and yelps, and I fucking loved hearing them. I swirled my fingers inside her, grinning as she whined long and loud, and shuddered up against me.
“Isn’t it worth trying everything to get you pregnant, baby? Even if it means you have to endure more orgasms? Poor hard-done-by Sophie, getting finger-fucked, after she just came like a fucking freight train. Hard life you’re having here.”
A fist banged on the door, and I let out a curse.
“In a minute!”
I released Sophie’s head, and pressed my hand over her mouth instead.
“You better come fast, baby, you’re holding up whoever’s waiting outside, and all you have to do is fucking come on my fingers. Go on… there you go … just like that! Fuck yeah, so beautiful when you fall apart like that.”
“Pres!”
I groaned, sliding my fingers out of my woman and propping her shaking legs up on the desk, shoving her back so she could rest up there.
“Stay.”
I grabbed my jeans and stepped into them, going to the door and opening it a sliver to peer outside.
“What the fuck?”
Harley groaned. “Don’t even wanna know what you’re doing in there, but the cops are here again.”
Fucking hell . It was going to be one of those days.
Sophie
M icro told me to lock the door after him, and left the office, after grabbing his shirt and cut, and stepping into his boots. He kissed my forehead, and told me he loved me too. I’d never get tired of hearing those words from him, because we’d gone through a ton of shit to get to this point, and I wouldn’t let anything stand in our way now. I scrambled up from the desk as soon as the door closed, and hurried over to flick the lock, then grabbed my clothes and got dressed again.
I hadn’t imagined we’d get sexy in this office as soon as we arrived, but it just felt right in the moment, and I loved how Micro was so keen to give me a baby. I didn’t know why I’d finally admitted it, instead of pretending to forget my pill, and also genuinely forgetting, with all that happened. I just knew that I preferred being honest about it, because even if he’d thought it’d be an accidental pregnancy, I’d have been the one trapping him, wouldn’t I?
Instead, he seemed to be fully intent on making it happen, and I loved that about him. He was doing it for me, I could see it in the way he put so much effort into it. Maybe a part of it was his poor upbringing too though. Raised by an abusive, murderous asshole, and being forced to take part in his mother’s rape and murder, had shown him that his parentage was the worst possible kind. He’d let that evil and hatred shape him, and taint the man he was, because he didn’t know any better. I guess, not until he joined Phoenix, and realised that there were better men, men he could rely on and trust.
Before the catalyst that had switched him back onto revenge mode, he’d been happy there, anyone could see that. If only there was a way to get his old club to see how much he’d grown, and changed. If only they could open their eyes and hearts to the man I’d grown to love so much.
Someone knocked delicately on the door, and yet scared the hell out of me, as I paused in the middle of tidying up the papers from the floor, sliding them back onto the desk.
“Who is it?” I called out, not really sure I’d be comfortable with any other biker in here with me, other than Micro.
“It’s Lissa. Remember me from Phoenix MC?” What the hell? I rushed to the door and unlocked it, dragging it open to see it wasn’t just her, but a whole group of women, some friendly looking, and some grim. What the hell was happening here now?
The group parted, before Lissa could speak, to let an older blonde woman step up in front of them, and she offered her hand as she spoke.
“I’m Alicia, Ally , and I’m Reacher’s old lady.” Oh dear god. The old lady of the Phoenix MC President. This couldn’t be good. I glanced around behind them, as I shook her hand, but there were no bikers with them, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
They filtered into the room and pushed the door closed, locking it behind them, while I idly wondered if they could guess, or even smell, what had happened in here not too long ago, suddenly desperate for a window to open.
“I… hi, I’m Sophie.”
“We know,” Lissa said, sticking her hand out next, even though we’d met before at their clubhouse. “It’s good to see you again. Look, we wanted to come and kind of welcome you to the family, I guess, but everyone here has something to say, and I think you need to hear it. I promise you that nobody here means you any ill will, though.”
I released her hand and backed up a step. “This feels like some kind of intervention, but you should know, my mind is fully made up about Micro, and it won’t change. If you’re just here to try and poison my mind, like your men tried to do, it’s not going to work.”
Ally sighed, glancing around us in distaste at the crappy office, and lack of chairs.
“Well, this won’t do at all. We all need somewhere to sit, preferably in a room that doesn’t smell like a brothel.” Scattered giggles followed her words, as my cheeks flared red, and I covered my face.
“Oh god.”
“Let’s go outside and find somewhere we can talk, away from the guys. If you’re going to become an old lady, that makes you one of us, but none of us would feel right about that, if we didn’t make sure you understood exactly what you’re signing up for here.” Ally, the President’s old lady, had spoken, and we all followed her back outside, to the empty seating around the unlit fire pit. There were bikers milling around, but none approached us, although I could see plenty of Phoenix cuts among the Rogue ones now.