MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel) (27 page)

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.”