The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3)

by Bink Cummings

  “Don’t do this. Please,” he pleads raggedly.

  Disregarding his desperation, I suck him further into my mouth, taking him into the back of my throat and holding him there, where I can no longer breathe. My eyes lift to meet his, and I take in his face. It’s broken; there’s no other way to describe it. Knowing that I’m causing the pain, not only makes my heart ache for him, it rips me apart inside because I’m doing this to him. I know it’s cruel that I’m the one causing his eyes to water with pain and his lip to tremble. It’s not easy. But I have to.

  I slide him out just so the tip rests inside my mouth, and he jerks backward. It plops out with a wet sound. “Big,” I keep hold of him and move in to reclaim the connection.

  “You’re not a whore!” he shouts. “Don’t you fuckin’ do this!”

  I stall, but continue to stroke him, using my saliva as lube. “You wanna know how I feel?” My hand glides up his smooth steel and back down. He grunts his pleasure, although I can tell he wishes he felt none.

  I don’t wait for a reply when I continue. “I’m turned on,” I explain.

  An unreadable expression flashes across his face quicker than I can decipher before it returns to something entirely different. He’s no longer sad. Angry? Maybe. I dunno what. It’s something I don’t know if I’ve ever seen before.

  Big doesn’t reply, so I keep going. “All I wanna do is suck my man’s cock. I want him to come in my mouth, and I want it to be the last mouth he ever comes in.”

  I sigh, “Shit, I don’t even know what happened on the run or with that blonde. And right now, I don’t care. All I know is my old man scared me to death last night after I’d spent some shitty time with my mother. And all I wanted was to spend some time with him in his arms. Then I wake up with his mouth on my pussy. The next thing I know I’m in here watching the love of my life gettin’ his ass handed to him by a man I love and respect. And for what? So you can right your wrongs? To show me you love me?”

  Shaking my head, I laugh humorlessly. “Don’t you think I know ya love me? I also know ya wanna protect me. You’ve kept some pretty shitty secrets from me that we’re just gonna have to deal with. But you feelin’ guilty for shit that doesn’t even matter has gotta go. Same with you havin’ an issue with me suckin’ your dick….”

  I grip him harder and he grunts, his eyes still on me. “You want me to forgive you? Then give this to me. Let me show you that the woman you love who loves you back can give you pleasure this way. You need to understand, Big, whores aren’t the only ones who belong on their knees. Old ladies who serve their men do too.”

  A single tear drips down Big’s cheek and moments pass before we say anything. I know I just let my own gates open, and he’s got a helluva lot to digest. I give him time to come to terms with my words.

  Clearing his throat, Big breaks the silence. “You’re agreein’ to be my old lady?” he asks.

  Out of all the things he coulda said, I wasn’t expecting that.

  I snort a laugh, grinning, “Uh, yeah, I’ve kinda always been your old lady, haven’t I?”

  He fiercely growls his response and thrusts his hips toward me, bringing his cock to my mouth. “Gonna make this clear, Sugar Tits. I don’t want my old lady on her knees. I don’t fuckin’ like it one bit. So I’m gonna do this for you this one time. And after, if you wanna taste my dick, we’ll work it out another way where I get to taste that pussy and have ya comin’ on my tongue first. This one-way shit ain’t gonna work for me. Not when that pussy’s mine and should be ridin’ my face. Ya got me?”

  Moistening my lips, I don’t respond and allow my actions speak for me when I take him back into my mouth. Sucking on his head, I savor his pre-come, then lave my tongue along the underside of his head and shaft, sliding him deeper.

  “Fuck, babe, you’re killin’ me,” he rasps.

  My hand returns to his balls and squeezes, as my lips engulf him. Slowly, I fuck my mouth with his dick, in and out, as my hand pumps his shaft. I suck him, feeling his pulse pound under my tongue. I groan my own delight at the feeling.

  The smoothness of his monster is a lot to take in. I do it by sliding it down into my throat and back out again. Over and over, I fuck his cock with my mouth as he stands, his legs trembling and breathing heavy. As grunts and groans of sheer pleasure erupt between his parted lips, I move faster and roll his sac in my palm. I squeeze it harder. His legs quake, and I taste an extra burst of pre-come hit my tongue. It powers me on. Fuck, this is beautiful. I could come just from tasting him. He’s perfect.

  My eyes watch his pleasure as I work him faster, sucking him through hallow cheeks. My lips firmly caressing his shaft with each stroke. I know he’s close. I can feel it as his cock swells in my mouth and his breathing sputters, while his eyes roll into the back of his head. His hips thrust, shoving himself deeper into my mouth. I take it all, delighting in his roughness.

  “Uh!” he moans. “Fuck!” he sputters next.

  Yes…honey, come for me.

  I suck him in earnest, jacking his shaft.

  “Babe, I’m…” he blows out a harsh breath. “Shit,” his entire body trembles as the chains clash brutally.

  Then it happens, his body coils, and I watch as his face and neck flush red, as he holds his breath. His muscles turn ridgid. “Argh! Fuck!” he roars, unleashing the first jet of come into the back of my throat. Greedily I drink him down, as his body slackens, tremoring through his violent climax. Another shot bursts into my mouth, quickly followed by three more. A tiny bit drips from the corner of my mouth, but I keep drinking him down, sucking him through his glorious release. I stop just as he tries jerking away. I know it’s too much. He’s too sensitive, but I refuse to pull away. Gently I hold his erection between my lips until he begins to soften.

  Coming off his orgasm high, Big looks down at me, his face soft and tender. I take him from my mouth and release his sac. “Fuck, Sugar Tits,” he thickly mutters, his eyes growing heavy. “I… I…. I dunno what to say.”

  With a little effort, I force myself out of the uncomfortable position and stand. I wrap him in my arms, laying my head on his chest and listen to the lub-lub of his heart. “You don’t have to say anything. I love you and thanks for that,” I nuzzle my cheek to his pec.

  The chains rattle once more. “Babe, I love you too, but I need ya to get me down. I can smell you; ya need to come,” his voice is hoarse.

  He’s right, I do. My stomach is aching from not getting off. I’ve had this happen a couple of times when I got so worked up and didn’t come. I don’t care about that right now though. My need means nothing. I got to suck Big’s dick. I got to taste him finishing in my mouth. I got to feel all of him. I know that might seem petty to some, but it means the world to me, just as he does.

  “There’s keys on the table,” he explains anxiously. “Please, go get ‘em.”

  I press a brief kiss to his pec before following his orders and retrieving the keys, which lay next to his discarded boxers on the table. I carry them both over to Big and stop in front of him.

  He jingles the chains. “Just put ‘em in the cuffs and release me.”

  Stepping forward, flush with Big, I go to my tippy toes and grab hold of the cuffs with one hand as I use the other to insert the key. I make quick work of them both. As soon as Big’s arms are freed, he envelopes me in his warmth, not caring about his flesh wounds as he holds me close. I drop the keys to the cement, curl my arms around his torso, and bury my nose in his muscled chest.

  He kisses the top of my head, while his hands roam my back, feeling my curves. “I fuckin’ love you so goddamn much.”

  “I love you too.” My words are muffled by his chest, as I inhale his soothing scent and relax. My legs turn to Jell-O but my beautiful man holds me, keeping me safe, never to let me fall.

  A hand moves up my back, my neck, and tightly threads through the base of my hair. Sharply he jerks my head back, and I grunt my surprise, snapping my wide eyes to meet his gaze. L
eaning to get closer, his other hand slides down my spine and palms my ass, suggestively digging his fingers into my sensitive flesh. I gasp, and he devilishly grins, growling triumphantly in his chest.

  “Let’s get this outta the way before I spend the next hour eatin’ your pussy.”

  Oh. God. Yes.

  Big’s hand inches to the top of my shorts and shoots down the back, his fingers instantly running through my wetness. Holy fuck! My toes curl, and I let out a wanton whimper.

  Slowly, he licks his lips, “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

  “Yes,” I breathe closing my eyes with ecstasy, as his fingers part my lips and glide from my core to my asshole and back down again, where he circles my entrance. It clenches its need just as he nudges his finger a fraction inside. I shudder, exhaling a shaky breath. Fuck, he feels amazing.

  “No, Sugar Tits, look me in the eye,” he orders and I comply, prying my eyes open, lids heavy.

  He continues, “That’s it, my love. Keep ‘em on me.”

  I nod, chewing my inner cheek. He stills his fingers at my core.

  “Other than the bitch at the clubhouse that you saw, I ain’t touched anyone else but you,” he explains.

  I open my mouth to ask him about the run, but quickly shut up when he continues, “On the run I was taken to a room with some of the brothers and a coupla whores. Not gonna lie. I had a bitch tryin’ to get me to fuck her. Rubbed her tits on my arm, bent her pussy over in front of me, and tried grinding her ass on my dick.”

  I wince at the thought. What a desperate fucking whore.

  “Hey, don’t,” he commands and kisses my tense forehead. I try to relax and he keeps on. “I told her to fuck off, and if she knew what was best for her, she’d fuck somebody else and stop messin’ with me.”

  “Did that work?” I murmur, praying that I’m gonna like what he has to say next. Just the thought of some bitch trying that hard has me seeing red. Who in the hell does she think she is touching what’s mine.

  He shakes his head, “Unfortunately, no. She was pullin’ out all her best moves. Pathetic as hell. Ended up grabbin’ her arm and tossin’ her to Mick. He took care of things after that. Micked her and banged her ass in front of all of us.”

  Whoa, I didn’t see that coming. Mickey never does that in front of them. Like ever. Hum…

  “What’d Gypsy do?” I have to ask since he and Mickey are pretty much inseparable. Though I don’t think they fuck the same chicks. Pretty sure Gypsy doesn’t fuck anything. If I didn’t know any better I’d say the man’s a eunuch.

  “Stood and watched like the rest of us,” Big replies.

  That doesn’t exactly surprise me, but it’s still sick as hell. Drugging a woman and fucking her asshole in front of the brothers. I know Mickey has some serious demons but most of them are concealed behind closed doors. This is strange, even for him.

  “And Mickey was cool with fuckin’ the woman in front of ya?” I know I shouldn’t ask, since it’s none of my business, but my mind can’t seem to process correctly. It’s not adding up.

  “He was pumped from an earlier fight, needed to let off some steam. Don’t think he gave a fuck where he dipped his dick as long as he got off.”

  Big’s finger jolts at my core, sliding in just a little more and breaking me from my thoughts. “Babe, you’re thinkin’ too damn much. Mickey’s shit is his own business. Don’t be addin’ him to your list of people to talk to. He’s whole, I promise ya. Don’t press him about this. Especially since I shouldn’t have even told ya. You know the rules.”

  Yes, I know them. And he’s right, I need to stop thinking about it. They’re grown men, and can handle their own shit. All that matters is Big didn’t touch the woman. That’s a major relief. But what about the blonde that Brew mentioned?

  I assess Big’s face, reading him. He seems level. Content. Happy even.

  “What about—” I start, only to be cut off when Big interrupts me.

  “What about the blonde?” he presses, and I nod, wondering how in the hell he knew what I was about to ask. Sometimes it’s crazy how well he knows me.

  “Short version… diner, busty blonde who digs bikers saw my cut and hit on me. I ignored her and got up to take a piss. The bitch followed me to the bathroom. That’s what Brew saw. Only he didn’t see me be an asshole to her. Pretty sure he thought I got blowed by her ‘cause my face was red when I came back, and I threw a hundred on the counter. Then I told the brothers it was time to roll out,” Big explains levelly.

  “Then what did happen?” I prompt.

  “Ya sure ya wanna know?”

  Damn, that doesn’t sound good.

  I nod hesitantly.

  “The blonde followed me into the bathroom, yapping about how she always wanted to fuck a biker. Pretty sure she was hopped up on somethin’ or drunk. Didn’t care. I took a piss, blowin’ her off. Just as I’m zippin’ my fly, I feel a hand on my ass. That’s when things didn’t go too well for her.”

  Uh-oh.

  “Please tell me you didn’t hit her,” I all but shout.

  Big hugs me closer and kisses my forehead once again, as his finger pulls out and swirls around my wet entrance. “I didn’t hit her,” he mutters to my forehead.

  I blow out the grateful breath I didn’t know I was holding.

  “But I did push her against the wall and put my gun to her forehead.”

  He did what!?

  “You did what?!” I screech, jerking in his embrace. His fingers in my hair tighten as he forces my eyes to stay with his, keeping me rooted in place.

  “You were pissed at me. I was missin’ you. Some bitch touched me without my consent. I saw red and pulled my gun,” he shrugs likes it’s no big deal. “Told her the only blonde that I could ever fuck was my old lady, and if she was smart she’d never cross a Sacred Sinner again. And if she did, the next time I’d aim the gun between her legs before I pulled the fuckin’ trigger.”

  Oh my motherfucking Christ! I can’t believe he did that and to a woman of all people.

  “I can’t believe you did that!”

  “Well she shouldn’t have followed me into the bathroom and touched my ass,” he shoots back.

  He’s right but still…

  “That’s…” I fumble over my thoughts and words as they travel a million miles an hour through my brain. Today is full of a fuckload of surprises, that’s for damn sure. But this pretty much tips the scale.

  “That’s what? Good? That better be what you’re about to say. ‘Cause I made that bitch cry and beg for her life.”

  Of course he did. The woman just wanted to ride a sexy as hell biker. Not get killed. What’s wrong with him?

  “Why would you do that?”

  “I was feelin’ pretty fuckin’ raw. I’d just left my old lady after I fucked up, not knownin’ if she was gonna be here when I got back. Didn’t know, babe, if you were gonna leave me. I rode for days, and I couldn’t stop thinkin’ what I was gonna do if you decided to skip out for good this time. Or if you were gonna end up in bed with Deke. That shit ate at me, day and night. Then you get kidnapped, and it made everythin’ worse.”

  Leave him? End up in bed with Deke? What. The. Hell?

  “With Deke?” I question dumbfounded.

  “Yeah, with Deke,” he jerks his chin in affirmation. “He’s in love with you, and you’re fond of him too. You two gotta bond, and he’s a helluva lot nicer than me. Younger too.”

  “He’s not in love with me,” I argue because it’s true. He’s not. He’s infatuated. That’s it. Don’t you agree? You have to agree. Deke’s great. But he’s not in love with me. Right?

  “Yeah. He is. I can’t blame him, but I don’t like it neither.”

  What is that supposed to mean?

  I fumble over words trying to think of something to say without blowing up on him.

  “Nope,” Big interrupts my thoughts. “This is done. Stop thinkin’. We’ve covered what we need to cover. Now I’m gonna take my ol
d lady to bed, and lick her pussy till she can no longer think about anythin’ but her old man and bein’ in his arms.”

  No way! We haven’t even covered everything else I need to know. We have to talk about my sister and about Deke. He opened that box. We can’t just stop in the middle of this conversation. I have to talk to him about this. He has to know that I love him, and Deke is just a friend.

  Slipping his hand from of the back of my shorts, Big grabs my ass and sharply tugs my hair. I scowl at him and try to break from his hold by pushing on his chest. It does me no good; he’s too strong. And to make matters worse, he curls his massive body around mine. Shit, he’s gotta stop this. I’m not done talking.

  “Big,” I open my mouth to reason with him. I’m quickly silenced when Big’s mouth crashes to mine, and his tongue thrusts hungrily into my mouth, claiming it.

  Oh god.

  Without thinking, I slide my arms around his neck seeking more. Big groans to my mouth. Whipping and slashing, our tongues battle. Fevered moans erupt as our breathing grows ragged. My body rubs against his, and my nipples graze his naked skin through my shirt. I become lightheaded, sucked under his spell.

  Big’s hand leaves my hair and glides down to cup my other ass cheek. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, curling around my belly to keep Harley safe. His erection nestles itself between my thighs, and I grind myself to it.

  On a heated growl, Big tears his lips from mine, and I cry out from the loss. I need more. He can’t stop kissing me. Not now.

  “In the shed or our bed?” he pants.

  My eyes quickly scan the room. I want him now. I need his mouth on me now. Not in here. I’m done with this place. We’re moving forward, and we need our bed to consummate that.

  “Bed,” I affirm.

  Big doesn’t waste any time when he strides naked with a purpose out of the shed and headed toward the clubhouse. The yard is clear. The brothers left us alone. Thank god.

  “We gotta use the clubhouse. I can’t wait to have my mouth on you,” he explains stopping at the backdoor. I unlatch from his neck and pull it open. He shoves it the rest of the way open with his foot and goes inside, headed straight for his bedroom.