The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 4 (MC Chronicles #4) (8 page)

After he’s finished, Big returns to my chair and offers me his hands to help me up. I accept them, and into his awaiting arms I go. He doesn’t waste a second to have me wrapped in a hug, his lips pressing to my forehead. “Let me go run ya a bath and wash ya,” he murmurs, fanning his warm breath over my scalp. The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. Goosebumps sprout down my arms and legs. I move closer, my nose nuzzling his pecs between the flaps of his cut. My arms encircle his waist, holding tight, fingers clutching at the base of his leather.

For as much as we’ve been through, it never ceases to amaze me where we’ve ended up. From growing up with this man and him helping raise me, to him falling in love with me, I eventually fell in love with him. We’ve literally been through hell and back. Drawing in a luxuriating, breath the scent of him intoxicates my scenes just like it has from the beginning of time. The leather, musky, clean, all-man smell centers me. He’s my home. This is where we belong.

Nodding to his chest, I briefly kiss him there in the valley between his pecs. “Only if you let me wash you, too.” I bargain, only because I want my hands on him and my mouth wrapped around the growing erection that just started digging into my belly.

A pleased growl rumbles in his chest, reverberating in my ear. “Alright, Sugar Tits. I’ll—” Big’s words cease as he swiftly scoops me into his arms and carries me from the room like a damsel in distress. Not wanting to wake our daughter with a squeal, I bite my lip to suppress any noise, then bury my face in Big’s throat. I kiss him there, and he strides faster.

“I love you, and please remember that when I fuck your mouth, you keep kissin’ me like that and I won’t be able to control myself.” His tone’s husky—strained.

With my confidence boosted another notch and my nipples hardening, I lave my tongue across his smooth neck. A potent growl emerges from his throat as he enters the bathroom. The edge of his heel kicks the door shut as he propels us forward. Hurriedly, Big deposits me on the toilet lid and makes work of shucking off his clothes. His belt is yanked free, clanking to the floor, jeans and boxers dropped to his ankles. After removing his cut and laying it on the sink basin, his cock bobs hot and heavy between his muscled thighs, pointing straight at me as he lifts his shirt from his head. Greedily, I take full advantage of this opportunity and lean forward to swallow him in one gulp.

Hips pitching on instinct, Big roars his pleasure with his jeans locked around his ankles, shirt now tossed onto the ground. Thick fingers slide through my hair, controlling the tempo of my sucks. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, using the other to fondle his weighted balls. The musky scent of him is enough to drive a woman insane.

“That’s it. Oh yeah. Shit. Fuck.”

Big’s words tumble from his parted lips in a jumbled mess. I knew he needed this—desperately so. Though he’d refused to give in until now. If I can’t have pleasure, then he can’t have pleasure; that’s what he’s been disputing. Finally, I win. Finally, I get to suck him into oblivion. I’ve missed his cock so much.

Hungrily, I let him fuck my mouth. The velvet steel slips between my lips, hitting the back of my throat, and moves down it before gliding back out. Unintelligible words begin to fall from his lips in pure rapture. His chest heaves for breath. On its own accord, my pussy gets wet. The impulse to touch myself fills me with an urgent need. But, once again, I stomp it down and savor Big’s thick cock thrusting into the back of my throat as his body runs on instinctual need. Massaging his balls in my palm, I tug on them, and he fucks my face harder, his hips snapping with practiced precision. I can take it. I can take him all, and that in itself makes me moan around his substantial girth. The fingers embedded in my hair tighten. Glancing up, I watch Big lose himself entirely in the moment by letting down his guard and allowing himself to revel in the pleasure I give him.

Big’s heavy-lidded eyes watch my swollen lips take him in and out my mouth. His Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn … beautiful,” Big buries himself, balls deep, and holds himself there, cutting off my air supply. “Just perfect,” he growls before allowing me to breathe once more. Air rushes into my lungs as his maddened thrusts slow and he lazily feeds me inch after inch of steel. Sliding until just the tip of his cock is resting between my lips, Big stops for me to suck. Swirling my tongue around his crown, my gaze locks with his. Languidly, I lave the thick head and he throws his head back, expelling a lusty groan. I do it again, and am rewarded with the same result.
Damn, he’s sexy.

Hand wrapped around his shaft, I use my teeth and gently nibble around the ridge of his head. His legs quake, stomach quivering, even the fingers in my hair begin to tremble. I nibble some more, applying a bit more pressure on the underside. The tremors soon wrack his entire frame as a continual string of shallow moans fill the room. Turning it up a notch, my teeth lightly rake his shaft from base to tip, and a thick drop of pre-come is my treat. Closing my mouth over his slit, I savor the salty tang and close my eyes to moan around it. More wetness pools between my legs. My nipples bud to sharp points in my bra, aching for attention.

“That’s it. Taste me. Do you like that?” His voice is so husky I can barely understand him.

Swirling my tongue around his slit and poking it in just a little, I nod my head, moaning in my throat to let him know how much I love it—how much I love him.

“Tell me.” He jerks his cock free from my mouth with a
pop
, but I still have a hold of his shaft and balls. I squeeze them both, trying to yank him back to my lips. His hips refuse to budge. “Tell me,” he repeats, sharply.

“I love sucking your cock.” I’m not ashamed to admit it.

“Why? Why do you love sucking it?” He’s eyes are pleading with me to be honest; to feed his kink.

Not wanting to disappoint, I lick my lips, then bite my bottom lip before responding. “It turns me on.” It comes out breathy. Fuck, this is turning me on even more. I squirm in my seat at the rough sound of my voice.

Big rewards my answer by smearing his pre-come over my wet lips like a glossy balm. Insatiably, I clean with a needy groan, delighting in the taste. He does it again, then pitches his hips forward to breach my mouth with his cock, sliding it home. Heeding his advances, I nibble the head even more, knowing that he loves it. And he repays me for my efforts when his body quaking starts all over again. He saws his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes raptly watching me work him. Shit, this is such a powerful position. If we hadn’t experimented with blow jobs, he would have never known this trips his trigger. And boy, oh, boy, am I glad it does. I just hope his knees don’t buckle.

“Ohhh, shiit.”

Big loses all control when I suckle his fat cockhead between my lips, my teeth grazing the smooth, round tip. Soon, he begins to curse between frantic breaths, and I revel in bringing him closer to the brink. Wrapping his fist around my hair, my scalp burns as he tugs it harder, trying to fuck deeper into my eager mouth. Though, I refuse to let him as I bite a little on the tip and his cock swells, balls drawing tighter in my hand. Then, that’s all she wrote. Roaring like a beast, Big’s back arches, thrusting his chest into the air as the first burst of come hits my tongue. Then it is soon followed a longer rush of his essence. Like the ravenous woman I am, I swallow my man’s offering and continue to suck on him until the very last drop.

Audibly scrubbing his face with his palms, Big takes a step back, slipping his barely deflated cock from my mouth. I lick my lips, making sure I don’t miss a thing.

“Jesus … fucking … Christ,” Big stammers breathlessly, dropping his shaky arms to his sides. He retreats a stumbling step backward, nearly tripping on his secured ankles. Not wanting to see him fall, I kneel on the floor to help him out of his jeans and boxers. Lifting his legs one-by-one they come off, and then he stumbles further away, his back slamming against the closed bathroom door to rest there. “Fucking … shit.” He shakes his head this time. “I’m…”

I smile on the inside at my ability to render him speechless.

Tossing his clothes into the hamper, I remove his cut from the sink and hang it over the towel rod for safe keeping. Then I retake my seat atop the toilet until Big can regather his bearings that appear to be unscrewed.

Running his hands through his hair, he throws his bandana off in the process. It floats down to the floor and I leave it there for now. “I can’t believe you… Fucking shit. You’re the…” His heavy lids lift to meet my bemused gaze. This time, the smile I’m withholding surfaces. It’s a damn good feeling when you can do this to the man ya love. “You’re not only the best fuckin’ woman in the goddamn world; you’re the best cocksucker, too. Jesus, I can’t believe I ever tried to keep ya from doin’ that. Your lips…” His head knocks against the door as he stares at the ceiling. He releases a breath and reaches down to fist himself. “Your mouth is like God and the Devil himself made a woman, and that woman was you. Sweet, and so fucking sinful that you could be the death of every man. Only, I’m the lucky motherfucker who gets to keep you and die with a smile on my face. Jesus, what a way to go.”

This time, a giggle imparts my lips and I’m the one left shaking my head in amusement. He sounds dreamy when he talks, like he’s half here, half in another worldly plane. It’s kinda adorable.

“Big, do you wanna take a shower before our daughter wakes up?” I speak softly, watching his hand fondle his half-hard dick, his eyes still cast toward the sky, breathing beginning to regulate.

“I wanna…” He clears his throat, then tips his head to garner eye contact. They’re tender when they reach mine. “I wanna marry you, today, now, this minute, forever and ever.”

He almost sounds like a kid, so full of hope and ferocity. Yeah, he’s damn adorable sometimes, and I’d never think to use that word with Big. Except, right now, he’s being that. There’s no other word to describe him. It’s silly to get a marriage demand when I just gave him an earthshattering climax. But leave it to him to do something stupidly cute.

Standing from my seat, I walk over to him until our bodies are flush, my breasts pressed to his stomach. He wraps his arms tightly around me as I look up to keep my eyes on his. “I know your orgasm was great, sweetheart, but let’s just take this one step at a time. We just had a daughter, and we have life to deal with. Getting married we’ll worry about at another time. Yeah?” Delighted amusement clings to my every word as I try to reason with my marshmallow Neanderthal.

Big’s eyebrows furrow, lips thin. “I want to marry you tomorrow, Sugar Tits. Seriously. I know I’m a little…” He thumps the side of his head with his fist, then returns it to my back. “I’m a little out of it. But I’ve never been more sure. You’re it for me.”

Smiling like a fool, I lean in and kiss his bare chest. “I love you, and you’re it for me, too. But let’s take a shower, let your head settle, then we’ll get to the marriage stuff.” I kiss his chest again, right over his heart, savoring the warmth of his skin against my lips. Tipping my head back, chin on his chest, I keep going. “Before we get to any of that, you gotta propose to me properly.” Playfully, I wink, and he scowls.

“I’m not askin’ ya to marry me. I’m tellin’ ya. We’re gettin’ married. You’re mine. Period. My dick belongs to that pussy. You own my damn heart. There ain’t much else to discuss.” I open my mouth to argue with his defiant attitude, but stop when he continues. “But … we’ll take a bath first. I’ll wash you, kiss you, explain to you why we’re gettin’ married, and then we’ll go see Leech.”

Before I get a chance to fight him, Big lifts my shirt over my head and begins to undress me. Taking a step away from him, he gets to work, and every time I open my mouth to say something, he’s standing up to peck my lips. “Big,” I whine after the third time he severs my impending words.

“Stop thinking. Just get naked. I want ya naked.”

Surrendering to his wishes, I allow him to strip me bare, not offering any help in the process. If he wants me nude, he can do it his damn self. Once he’s accomplished his task, he fills the tub with warm water and silently helps me inside. Not realizing how great this would feel, I expel a relaxed groan as he slips into the heat behind me.

His lips touch my shoulder. “Reason number one—”

Smirking, I cut him off with a chuckle. “Big, not now...”

“Reason number one … and you’re gonna listen.” There’s a smile in his voice.

Nodding, I relinquish myself to the onslaught of reasons to marry Big. If only he knew I’d thought about it occasionally. Not that I’ve ever wanted to be married. It’s never been my thing. But I’m not opposed to marrying him, if the time is right and I think we’re stable enough.

Trudging through the ridiculous list, we laugh and cuddle, as he kisses my shoulders, his arms wrapped around my middle, my back melded to his front.

Maybe one day we’ll be married. But for right now, this is all that matters. Him, me, Harley, and our family. The rest we’ll have to see about, and so will you. Now it’s time to wash my man. I’ll catch ya on the flip side.

Peace.

If you’re reading this note, you’ve finished Vol 4, or you’re cheating and reading the last pages first. I know Vol 4 has been a long time coming, but after writing
Beyond Her Words
and
Beyond Christmas
the last part of 2015, I couldn’t get to this sooner. Thank you for being patient, and I hope that it fulfilled some of your questions, while giving you more to think about.

I’m sure there were some parts in this book that might have had you going WTF? Like the name Leech. For my clubhouse members and
Facebook
follows, that name doesn’t come as a shock, because I refer to my daughter as that all the time. Yes, that’s her real nickname. No, I didn’t like it at first. But it’s slowly grown on me. She’s my Leech, and even though my books are classified as fictional with aspects based in truth, I’m here to say that Leech happens to be one of those truths.

It feels weird to me getting to a Vol #4 with this series and still having so much more I want to share with you. My hope is that I can put 1-2 MC Chronicles out each year until I no longer have anything to write in this series. And, if you caught in the epilogue 2 other club names, that’s because they’ll all be tied together somehow.
Beyond Her Words
and
Beyond Christmas
are already Corrupt Chaos books, for those who haven’t read them yet. And Penny, one of my clubhouse sisters, gave me the name of Crimson Outlaws to be used as another MC name for another series I intend to intermingle. So bear with me. I’m gonna have a lot more for ya to sink your teeth into in the years to come.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my work.

Peace, Bink.