Chapter Four
Maeve arrived at the Chaos Monsters MC clubhouse. Doc had sent her a text telling her he felt lonely, and usually she would just brush it off. They had sex Friday night, Saturday night, and all of Sunday. Her sister was due home in a few days.
She had never considered herself a sex addict, but she had lost count of the number of times she and Doc had done it.
Stepping into the clubhouse, there were several guys just hanging out.
Some were playing cards, others were drinking beer.
A few men looked over toward her and waved, but several of them didn’t even care, because they knew she wasn’t going to sleep with them.
Besides, with Charlotte and Eden her presence had become a regular occurrence.
She made her way to Doc’s office and stepped right inside. He told her, via text, to do exactly that, and no one would stop her.
“Wait,” he said. She hadn’t even turned around yet. “Lock the door.”
Maeve felt her body tense, and it was not a bad feeling. This was good. This was fun.
She flicked the lock into place.
“Now, take off that dress, and I want you completely naked before you turn around.”
No one had ever treated her like this. Part of her brain felt she should be a little pissed at him for presuming he could just text her and she’d come running.
The other side, the one that didn’t want to think and just wanted to have fun, with no consequences, relished it.
She’d never felt anything like this fire, this spark.
Removing the dress was easy, as were the panties and bra, and she hadn’t bothered with tights, although it was quite cold outside.
“Now, turn around.”
She spun to face him, holding her hands out. “Is this what you want?”
“I want you to put your hand on your pussy and walk to me,” he said.
He sat at his desk. His leather jacket was off, but he’d rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and she loved how they stretched around his arms. They were also heavily inked, and Doc did not have shady work done. It was good artistry. She’d seen some botched ink work in her time.
Some of her clients made bad decisions when they were drunk, and she had no choice but to use makeup to cover up some of those choices.
He patted the desk right in front of him. “There is a space right here, with your name on.”
She walked toward him, her hand on her pussy, and he grabbed her hips when she was within touching distance and lifted her onto the desk.
He took her feet, putting them on her knees, so she was spread open for him. This way, she was open to him with no way to hide. He was the one in charge.
Doc leaned back and groaned. She couldn’t help but chance a look at his pants to see they were tight across his dick. So tight, she could see the outline of his cock. This made her even more wet, and she slid her fingers down and pressed two of them inside her.
As she pulled them out, and was about to stroke her clit, Doc grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers toward him. She watched him, unable to look away, as he took her fingers into his mouth and completely sucked her arousal from them. He licked his lips and let go of her wrist.
Maeve went to touch herself, but he swatted her hand out of the way, and she gripped the edge of his desk and watched as he put a hand to her. He pressed his thumb against her clit. He only stroked back and forth a handful of times, and then sunk his thumb down to her entrance.
“You know, I’ve got to get work done, and all I can think about is your hungry pussy,” he said. “Are you on the pill, Maeve?”
“No, why?”
“Because I want to flood this cunt, and I want to see you dripping with it.”
She would have found that so disgusting from anyone else, but thinking about Doc, his naked cock, and how it would feel inside her without a condom on, turned her on.
He let out a groan. “You like that too, don’t you?”
She sunk her teeth down into her lip but then nodded. Right now, words were going to fail her. She felt so horny, and if she spoke, she might say something she would regret.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
She shook her head and closed her eyes as he stroked right over her clit. He tutted and pulled his hand away, and the pleasure was gone, but she wanted it back.
“Hey!”
“I want you to be honest with me. If you can’t be honest, I’m not going to give you an orgasm.”
She gritted her teeth, because he was clearly being unreasonable. Maeve had never been a victim to her body’s needs. She was the one in charge, not her body. She told her body what it was going to have. However, there was no way she was in charge right now.
She wanted Doc. Did he know how much? It was scary.
“I want you to,” she said, panting.
“What?”
“I want you to do exactly that, put your cock inside me, and I want you to come hard and see what you want to see.”
She had never been with a guy without wearing a condom.
During her last relationship, she had also been on the pill, but once that ended and she swore off men, there had been no point in getting a repeat prescription.
She would have to book an appointment with a doctor, but she was more than willing to do that.
Doc got to his feet. “Get my dick out,” he said.
She loved when he took control.
Her hands shook a little as she worked his jeans open, sliding the button loose, and then worked the zipper down. His boxer briefs were tight, but she was able to get them out of the way so she could work his cock.
He gritted his teeth, and she couldn’t help but watch him. Doc was already hard, the tip leaking pre-cum, but he was free.
“Put me inside you,” he said.
This felt so good, and yet they were pushing a boundary. Maeve was not on the pill, and they were not using any kind of protection.
Once again, the sane part of her wanted to tell her to stop, but the other side, the one that wanted to be with this man and say “screw sanity,” won.
He moved forward, and she lined his naked cock to her core.
She looked into his eyes, and Doc thrust and pressed forward.
She felt him move within her grip, and she didn’t move her hand away, but felt, inch by inch, him sink inside her.
No condom. Just the two of them, acting like fucking idiots.
Doc moved her hand out of the way as he slid balls-deep inside her.
She felt every pulse of his cock. It did feel different without the condom.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet for me,” he said.
She had no words. There was nothing to say. She was at his mercy.
Neither of them moved, and his lips were so close to hers. She couldn’t think.
This was just a feeling, a magnetic, all-consuming feeling.
Doc kissed her, and she felt it from her lips down to her toes, as they curled of their own accord.
He started to pull out of her, and she whimpered because she didn’t want him to leave. Doc thrust back inside her. He rocked within her, each thrust taking a long time, and it built a need within her that took her breath away.
She felt on edge—needy, desperate, hungry—and Doc reached between them and teased her clit, drawing her to the edge, but he didn’t let her come.
Instead, he pulled his hands from her and fucked her hard and fast on his desk.
The heat was building between them. Maeve didn’t think it was possible for Doc to get any harder, and yet he did, filling her up.
He ravished her mouth and fucked her pussy, and she felt him reach that peak, and his seed spill wave upon wave inside her.
Her own orgasm forgotten about. However, Doc shocked her as the moment his orgasm was finished, he pulled out of her pussy, sat down at his desk, and then his fingers were on her clit.
She watched him as he watched her pussy, and she knew he was getting what he wanted, as she felt his cum leak from her pussy, sliding back toward her ass, and he pushed her over the edge with his fingers.
****
Eden and Razor returned from their honeymoon, and Maeve threw them a welcome-home party.
Doc was a little disappointed that her menstrual cycle arrived, and they could not have sex anymore.
Not that it stopped him from wanting to hang out, however, he also realized Maeve was avoiding him.
She could make the excuse that she was planning her sister’s welcome-home party.
However, she didn’t want any help, and when half the guys showed up at her place, she did everything she could to avoid him. Doc didn’t like it.
Nancy and Charlotte also turned up for Eden and Razor’s welcome home.
Mac had offered to pick them up at the airport.
Doc stood in the main sitting room, drinking a beer, looking at Maeve, who kept entering the room, seeing him and disappearing.
Nancy was talking to him about Charlotte wanting to take a few extra courses. His daughter had already come to him and asked if she could. He’d paid the money, and his daughter was free to do whatever she wanted.
He didn’t like the idea of Maeve using him for sex.
“Are you even listening to me right now?” Nancy asked.
He turned toward his ex and glared at her. “No, I’m not. Stop meddling with Charlotte. If she wants to take classes, let her take classes. This is not your life. This is her life. Stop trying to live it for her.”
With that, he handed her his empty beer, made his way into the kitchen, and Maeve was there, but she tried to hide.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her outside.
It was cold as fuck outside. The weather had taken a sudden turn, and he’d even seen the forecast suggested it could snow in a matter of days.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He pressed her up against the wall. They were out of any line of sight.
“What am I doing? What the fuck is all this, Maeve?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He raised his brows. “Seriously. You get your period and you’re treating me like I don’t exist. Did you just want to use my dick? Is that it? You wanted a good hard fuck, and now that you had that, you’re done.”