MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel)

by Bink Cummings

  “Linda?”

  I tuck my knees further to my chest. Wrapping my arms around my legs, I bounce my head in reply.

  “She moved to Florida, I think,” he weakly shrugs. “Gunz and Steel went to visit her in recovery and told her she had two choices — move or pick out a burial plot and headstone.”

  That sounds about right. For once, I agree with the unforgiving options they offered. In most cases, they’re as lenient as a steel beam. Hence my father’s road name - Steel for his hard, inflexible, cut and dry disposition. That’s why he makes a good VP. That man doesn’t have a tender spot in his heart for anyone ‘cept Lindy Sue. Go figure. Big Dick’s emotions come in to play with each and every run and business transaction. He’s a smart, calculated, control freak. His core is as fluffy as a marshmallow, which creates room for imbalance when his emotions get the better of him in a sticky situation. That’s why my daddy makes a perfect second hand. His core is as strong as steel, and he gets the tough jobs done. Where Big’s empathy and guilt would otherwise get in the way, daddy’s indifference proves invaluable. They are a perfectly matched team, with a smart techie badass as their Sergeant of Arms. They all work like a well-oiled machine. Years together, they know each other’s strengths and weaknesses, which goes beyond the basics of brotherhood. It’s thicker than any blood. They are a unit, working in tandem. A seamless symmetry, virtually unheard ofSon of a bitch…See, I am doing it again. Avoiding what’s really going on here, my mind’s focusing on nonsense.

  I don’t know what to say about Marylou or Linda. I don’t want to talk about them, and I have no clue what else to talk about. My mind is moving a hundred miles an hour, with a million thoughts and emotions battling for superiority. This weekend has been an intense roller coaster.

  Minutes pass, and the silence thickens with unanswered questions. Big relaxes on the bed, lying flat on his back. His feet by me, his head toward the end.

  “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asks, propping his hands under his head, elbows out to the sides.

  “You, me, us, Harley.”

  I silently gasp, then grumble, regretting the words as soon as they impart my lips. Stupid, stupid, word vomit.

  “Who’s Harley?” he inquires, tone light. The air that was once foreboding and icy has taken on a lax, sensuous vibe. I like it much better this way. I can breathe and allow myself to level out to get a handle on all this shit coming at once.

  “Our daughter,” I realize as soon as I say it that I haven’t acknowledged it directly to him, and it feels good. Our daughter, it has a nice ring to it.

  “I don’t get a say in her name?” he kids.

  Lightheartedly, I chuckle. Scooting down into the mattress, my legs sprawl out in front of me toward his head.

  “You can pick her middle name,” I offer to pacify him.

  “Davidson,” he thoughtlessly blurts, his voice rich and husky.

  I flip onto my side. “You can’t give our daughter that middle name.”

  “Why not? You named her Har-ley.”

  Tucking one leg up, knee bent, the one lying on the bed straight, I prop my head up with my hand, elbow bent. “You don’t like it?” I glance down, raising a brow. He’s peering at me at this awkward angle. With a quick twist, he flips onto his side, elbow perched on the bed, palm holding his tilted head.

  His appraising eyes burn with a sudden lust, as his molten gaze rakes my form, “Fuck, Sugar Tits, you can name her Pansy for all I care, as long as you spread those fine ass legs apart. Give me a good look at that pussy.”

  I comply, with a naughty thrill. Spreading my legs further, I provide him with the view he most desires. The man has a serious pussy fetish—tasting, touching, looking, smelling. My panties obstruct his direct view of my folds. Although, the dampened lace clings to my lips, slinking between my engorged labia just enough to crease.

  “Is that what you wanted?” I wiggle my ass a little, teasing and taunting him. My once throbbing core reawakens with abandon, burning with incessant need. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a cock in me and even longer that I’ve had the one I desire most. I can play an alluring seductress, and that is just what I am about to do. Time to get my man so hard he won’t be able to sit still. Make him lust for me like he’s never lusted after anyone before.

  He sharply grunts his reply, sending a tendril of erotic exhilaration rushing down my spine. My moist pussy clenches at the deep sound of his gruff tone. I love it when he growls and grunts; it’s hot as fuck.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I smirk dirtily. “More?” I goad, winking at him. I know what he wants, and he’s going to have to wait to get it.

  Sliding my palm sensuously down my hip and over my lush cheek, I arch my back, gliding my hand between my legs. Skimming two fingers over the lace of my drenched panties that cover my core, I purr in my throat, “Mmmmm,” and languidly moisten my lips. “So wet,” I torment seductively.

  “Fuck,” he lowly grunts under his breath. “More.”

  Tsking Big, I shake my head, scandalously grinning like the evil goddess I’ve channeled. “You will fuck me. But only when I say.”

  Locking eyes with Big, his lids lower, and the icy-blue pools blaze with fervent hunger.

  Scratching my nail over the ridge of my panties, I curl my index finger under the lip and into the shallow depths of my moist core. Liquid heat coats my finger as I faintly moan, sinking my finger deeper between my pussy lips. My clit incessantly thrums, drawing me closer. Brushing over the sensitive hood, I quiver and suck in a sharp breath.

  Holy shit. I think I can make myself come just watching Big watch me with those prey driven eyes.

  His hand reaches down and roughly cups over the bulge in his jeans. “That’s it,” he encourages. “Touch your clit, Sugar Tits.” His delicious voice is like honey and whiskey.

  I eagerly comply, pushing my panties to the side and expose my folds to him. Lavishly my finger encircles my clit, drawing the bud from its silken sheath. A jolt of unabashed ecstasy sweeps me into a plane of fevered arousal I’ve never visited before, as the pad of my finger grazes the hardened bud.

  “That’s right,” Big utters.

  Screwing my eyes shut, I concentrate on the unbelievable pleasure each sweep of my finger ignites from my clit. Uninhibited moans expel from slightly parted lips, as my finger flicks over my bud and my toes curl. I pant, taking myself higher than I’ve ever taken myself before. The sounds of Big’s carnal groans and his heavy breathing make me wetter, as he grinds the palm of his hand to his iron rod. My hand shakes, and my body trembles with the need to come. Sweat beads on my forehead. I bite my lip.

  “Come for me,” Big roughly demands, and that does it. Curling forward, my shoulders tighten as my jaw rattles, and I am catapulted over the heavenly edge of immaculate sated bliss. Wave after lusty wave of spellbinding pleasure crashes though me. My body flexes and jerks, riding each spark of ecstasy. Feral sounds never heard in the animal kingdom harmoniously belt from my lips between heavy panted breaths.

  Rolling onto my back, I try to catch my breath and calm my post-climatic body. My legs listlessly drop open, smoky eyes flutter, and my hands splay out to the side. My left arm drapes over Big’s leg. My right hand, damp with my nectar, drops to my side. A lazy smile curls from my lips.

  Wow, I can’t believe that just happened. I made myself come on my own. I’ve wondered if I tried hard enough or was turned on enough if I could bring myself to this beautiful moment. Big has been the answer all along.

  “Wow,” I breathlessly mutter.

  The jean clad legs beneath my arm slide away, leaving my arm to drop to the mattress. The bed moves, and I feel warm calloused hands run up my calves and thighs to my panty swathed pussy. I shiver and contentedly sigh when Big’s deft fingers dip into the elastic of my waistband. With a throaty grunt and a tug, one side snaps, breaking away. Then he moves to the other side. Once my panties have been deliciously laid to ruin and discarded, he pries my thighs further
apart and climbs between.

  “If you’re gonna be in bed with a naked woman, maybe you should be naked too.” I crack open an eye to see him kneeling between my legs. His hands rub together, making loud friction, as he appreciatively devours every inch of my body with his dreamy, sex-filled eyes. He’s like a fuckin’ kid in a candy store, and he can’t decide which treat he wants to sample first.

  Fuck, he’s goddamn sexy.

  “Oh, Sugar Tits, I’m gonna get naked alright. And your hot body is gonna ride my cock.”

  I shiver with excitement at the thought. Big steals one more lingering gaze and shuffles backward off the edge of the bed. Lifting onto my elbows, I watch him while he slowly and almost tortuously removes his cut and lays it neatly on the floor. Next, his hand runs the lip of his shirt before he curls his thick fingers under the cotton and lifts it over his head. I purr in my throat at the naked sight of his flawless body. His jeans hang low, revealing the dark waistband of his black boxers. The deep V at his hips makes my mouth water, and I smirk when my eyes take in the intricate compass tattoo that graces his hip, with the compass needle pointing straight to his massive, erect cock.

  “You like?” he lightly teases, flicking open his belt buckle, jeans button, and zipper in one fell swoop.

  “Of course I do….I just never noticed the needle,” I nod at his hip, as he kicks out of his jeans and toes off his boots, dropping them all into a neat pile on the floor.

  Hooking his thumbs into his boxers, he drops them. Before me stands my man, with his proud cock jutting outward, the tip dripping dewy drops of pre-come. I lick my lips and hum in my throat at the delicious sight.

  Big grabs a handful of his fat cock and strokes it from base to tip. Stopping to swirl his pre-come over the head with the palm of his hand, he returns to fucking his fist, as his eyes take me in.

  I push up on the bed and tug my dress over my head, tossing it onto the floor. Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, and it too is thrown over the edge of the mattress. My hands go to my chest. Cupping my breasts with my hands, I tweak my nipples, heavily breathing. I watch Big as he reaches between his legs and tugs on his heavy balls. His other hand still wrapped around his thickness.

  “Fuck, Sugar Tits,” he breathlessly grunts. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

  His loving tone makes me all gooey inside. I bite my lip.

  “Godddd,” he drawls, “I’ve missed you,” he sighs heavily, intently watching me.

  Shyly, I turn my head away and blush crimson.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  He doesn’t like this so he growls, “Don’t you look away.”

  I snap back to face him and switch from biting my lip to nervously chewing my inner cheek. Swallowing hard, my stomach quivers with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

  I watch Big stroke his thick perfection, my lids begin to droop with desire, and my pussy throbs, clenching and unclenching.

  I’ve never gotten to take him in like this before. I salivate at the sight of his thick thighs littered with intricate tattoos, where barely any flesh tone can be seen. His hips are angularly cut and lightly covered in just the right amount of meat. My eyes scan the way the dense rose vines curve up his leg and hip, encasing the compass and pointing to his cock. Further up on his abs, to the left just below his ribs, lies a quote from none other than Alice in Wonderland: “I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”

  Swallowing hard again, I point to the quote. “When did you get that? And why?” I try to ask, but it comes out in a near croak.

  His slight hip thrusts are wildly distracting and sexy as sin. I can hardly control myself, let alone speak a coherent word. Jesus, I’m pathetic.

  Big stops moving, glances down, and releases his cock.

  I frown. I love when he pleasures himself, and I don’t want him to stop.

  “This?” his knuckle brushes down the tattoo, and he looks up, making eye contact.

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t you remember?” he asks seriously.

  I tilt my head to the side, appraising him. “Huh?”

  “Don’t you remember?” he repeats, his eyes still on mine.

  “Um….” I think about it for a minute, and I can’t figure out why that would hold any significance. “No.”

  He shakes his head, reaches down, swipes the bead of pre-come from his dick, and smears it into the shaft. Then he takes a bountiful step and crawls into the bed with me. My frown deepens. I like when he’s standing. When he’s standing, I get to see all of him, and there is a shit ton of him to see.

  Crawling up the bed beside me, Big reaches over my body, scoops his arm under my side, and flips me to face him.

  “There,” he grins, his body facing mine. Both of us on our sides.

  Running his fingertips down the length of my inkless arm, I scoot forward so I’m closer to him, feeling the heat emanate from his body.

  He stops rubbing my arm and reaches up to comb his fingers through my hair, his glittering eyes locked onto my lips.

  Leaning forward, he brushes his lips across mine. “When you were in college,” he breathes against my mouth.

  “Yes?” I whisper, instantly sucked under his spell.

  His hand tightens in my hair, and he inches closer. I feel the hardness of his cock brush my thigh. Lightly, I moan and my stomach quivers; my nerves are at an all-time high.

  How am I feeling this way when I’ve had sex a hundred billion times before? This is just Big. I shouldn’t be this nervous, but I am. My body is tingling all over, and I’m so turned on it’s impossible to stay still.

  Warm minty breath brushes across my lips and fans out over my cheeks, as Big’s chest pistons rapidly for air. I know he’s just as excited about this as I am, except he’s holding it in better.

  “That’s it,” he breathily speaks to my lips. “Your pussy’s ready for me isn’t it, Sugar Tits?”

  I faintly nod my reply, unable to move my head. Big’s hold on my hair is too tight.

  He continues, “When you were in college, when we had that cancer run for those kids. Do you remember?”

  I remember that, so I nod.

  My reward is a hot tongue sensuously sweeping across the seam of my lips.

  Mmmmmm.

  The heart pounding excitement makes my stomach do another flip, sending a thrill of pleasure straight to my loins. My nipples harden to the point of pain. Okay, now I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

  Big keeps talking, “When we stopped off at the hospital, you and Candy Cane read to those cancer kids. You remember that?” he huskily asks.

  I take in a shuddering breath. “Yes,” I breathe to his mouth.

  Laving his tongue across my lips is my treat again. I can’t take it. I hook my leg over his hip, drawing him closer. He bends his knee just enough that his thigh settles against my exposed pussy, forcing me to jerk on contact.

  Big holds me tighter, curving his arm over my shoulder and around my back, so that his hand is threaded through the back of my hair. “That’s right, Sugar Tits. Grind your sweet pussy on my leg, baby, and I’ll tell you more.”

  Eagerly, I comply. Faintly thrusting my hips, I rub my soaked sex on his leg, tenderly moaning against his lips.

  “That’s it, come on, Sugar Tits. I need you to keep moanin’.”

  I can’t control it. I moan again, and my body begins to shamelessly tremble.

  Oh God.

  My clit thrums with each pass, as it connects with Big’s meaty thigh. I don’t know if I can take this. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

  Big keeps on talkin’. “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ hot, Sugar Tits. I can’t wait to fuck you. But I need you to keep on moanin’, baby. I need to hear it. I’ve missed you so damn much. Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” His bare chest brushes mine, and I nearly scream from unsurmountable pleasure when my nipples come in contact with flesh.

  He a
sks again, more demanding this time. “Do you?”

  Jerking my head back, he possessively covers my lips with his.

  “Uh-huh,” I cry in my throat.

  “Open your mouth for me baby,” he commands to my lips, and I listen.

  As soon as my lips part, Big delves his delicious tongue inside. His leg thrusts upward, grinding harder into my pussy. I moan into his mouth. He releases my hair, and his hand goes straight to my ass. Digging his fingers into the flesh, he swirls his tongue with mine. He tastes of mint and man. And god, I love it.

  Lost in the delirium of Big’s luscious tongue, our breathing becomes labored, as mouths devour each other, battling for ownership. My tongue collides with his, and he groans. Changing my game, I nip his tongue with my teeth, and he jabs his hips forward, his cock coating my leg in pre-come.

  Sliding his hand between my ass cheeks, he grabs on tight to one cheek, and I’m brought with him when he drops onto his back. He pulls me on top. Straddling his hips, with his dick nestled against my core, I sit up straight, completely exposed to him.

  Big’s hands dig possessively into my hips, while I try to catch my breath from our life-altering kiss. He seems nearly unfazed.

  Sweeping the tips of my fingers across my swollen lips, I grin. “God,” I wispily whisper, “you can kiss.”

  Big single dimple grins, amused, and shakes his head. “No, Sugar Tits, it takes two. And you’re damn good.” His hands tighten on my hips, and he moves my body up and back atop him as he undulates, gliding his cock in and out of my pussy lips, coating his dick in my juices.

  I lay my palms on his broad chest for support.

  “No, touch those tits,” Big orders, increasing the momentum of his thrusts.

  With each pass of his cock on my clit, I jerk, my body being driven higher and higher. My head lulls forward, and my eyes flutter close from the intensity. He’s going to make me come.

  “No,” he roughly growls, “open those eyes, and look at me.”

  I open them and stare into his sexually fogged beauties. “That’s it,” he licks his bottom lip. “Now those tits,” he nods to them, flicking his eyes to my hardened buds and back to my face. Jerking his hips harder, he cements his order. I belt out a moan, unable to release his chest in fear of withering into a puddle of bliss.