FILTHY: A Steamy Romance Collection

by Brent, Amy

  Logan

  When Courtney opened the door, she looked like she was seeing a ghost. I gave her my best “SURPRISE!” smile and said, “Hi, Courtney.

  “Logan, what are you doing here?” she asked.

  “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by,” I said. “It took me three planes, an airport shuttle, and a taxi to get to the neighborhood, but here I am.”

  She leaned against the door and blinked at me. I couldn’t tell if she was happy to see me or not. “I don’t understand. Why are you here?”

  “I just needed to know what happened,” I said, letting my shoulders go up and down. “I’m not here expecting anything. I just need to know what I did to drive you away.”

  * * *

  “You didn’t do anything to drive me away,” Courtney said after letting me in and leading me to the sofa. I sat on one end, she sat on the other.

  “Then what happened?” I asked. “Why did you leave without saying goodbye?”

  Her beautiful eyes closed and she took a quick breath. She opened her eyes and spoke quietly. “I had my whole life planned out, Logan. I couldn’t let what happened between us change that. I thought it would be easier for both of us if I just left. I also didn’t want to get you into any more trouble or give you a reason to make a decision based on what happened between us.”

  “Why did you think I would do that?” I asked. “I mean, we had one amazing night together, and seemed to enjoy each other’s company, but I had no expectations. We were just getting to know each other. It never occurred to me that you would change your plans for me.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “You weren’t having… feelings for me? I mean, I got the impression from your voicemail… shit… did I misread things that badly?”

  I hadn’t come this far to lie to her. I said, “I won’t deny that I was incredibly attracted to you, or that I wanted to spend more time with you. I mean… I might have been feeling something… I mean… I wasn’t in love with you then…”

  Her mouth slowly opened. “Then?”

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It didn’t ease the tension that I felt in every muscle of my body. I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol in a month. Things seemed so much easier when I was stoned.

  I said, “I’m not saying that I’m in love with you. And I’m not saying that I’m not.”

  Her eyes softened as they went around my face. “Then what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that I can stay in Chicago for a month before I have to be back at work,” I said, giving her a hopeful look. “Maybe we can spend some time together, get to really know one another. Now that we aren’t governed by some silly rule about fraternizing with a student.”

  “So you want to fraternize with me as an adult,” she said, her lips curling into a smile.

  “Yes,” I said, holding out a hand and praying she’d take it. “I’d like that very much.”

  She slipped her hand into mine and smiled.

  “Very well, Professor Logan. Fraternize away.”

  Courtney

  Logan took my hand and pulled me across the couch. I pressed my lips to his as we tore at each other’s clothing; kicking off shoes, tugging shirts over heads, pushing pants and underwear down legs.

  When we were naked, he leaned back on the couch with his big cock sticking straight up like the mast of a great ship. I sat next to him for a moment, our tongues dueling, his fingers dipping into my flowing pussy, my fingers wrapping around his cock.

  I pumped him for a minute, then he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me over on top of him. I straddled his legs and put my hands on his shoulders.

  He held his cock steady as I slowly lowered my pussy onto him. The moment the head of his cock hit my opening, I nearly came. My juices washed over him like a hard rain, soaking his cock and balls, lubricating his way inside me.

  Logan put his hands on my tits and I rolled my hips back and forth, milking his cock back and forth, rolling my tender clit over the top of the shaft. Sparks of lightning shot through me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he tweaked my nipples and buried his mouth into my neck.

  “God… I missed you…” I moaned. My body tingled as my pussy tightened around him. The orgasm was coming quickly. I could feel him in cunt, my chest, my throat, my heart, my mind.

  “I’m cumming…” he moaned, moving his hands to my hips to rock me faster over his cock. The muscles in his shoulders rippled as he threw back his head and howled. “God… Court… cum…”

  I closed my eyes and rode him like a bucking bronco, taking his cock in as far as it would go before letting it slide out. My clit vibrated over the shaft. I curled my toes and dug my teeth into his shoulder.

  “Logan… oh… god… Logan...”

  Our bodies tensed together for a minute, then relaxed.

  I leaned forward with his cock still inside me and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “I’m so glad you showed up,” I said, smiling, nibbling at his ear. A sudden thought made me frown. I pulled back to look him in the eye. “How did you find me?”

  He smiled. “Your friend Mindy came to my house,” he said. “She seemed worried about you, moving to the big city all alone.”

  “Really?” I grinned. I still talked to Mindy almost every day. She was now my remote shrink. “And she said you should come check on me?”

  He shrugged with his eyes. “She just said if I was ever in Chicago I should look you up. She gave me your address. She thought you might be glad to see me.”

  “Well, she was right,” I said, pressing my forehead to his. “That Mindy, she always knows how to make me feel better.”

  “And do you feel better?” he asked, gazing into my eyes.

  “Yes, Logan, I do. Now shut up and kiss me again.”

  Epilogue: Logan

  I never returned to California. After a month, I called Martha Warner and turned in my resignation. Then I called Tom Brooks and told him he could have my motorcycle if he would clean out the bungalow and just donate everything to charity.

  I had no reason to return.

  Everything I cared about was right here, right now.

  Courtney worked during the day while I sat at her apartment and worked on my new book.

  Yes, that’s right, I was writing again, after nearly twenty years.

  I had saved enough money to live for a couple of years, so Courtney convinced me to take time off to write a book.

  It was a love story about an older man who was stumbling blindly through life, and the younger woman who took him by the hand and heart and showed him the way to happiness.

  It was an easy book to write because it was the story that I was living every day.

  Now, if I could just get Courtney’s mother to like me, all would be right with the world.

  THE END

  Part IV

  FILTHY SEAL

  Description

  I’m a former Navy SEAL and mercenary for hire. I’m one disciplined, hard-nosed, tough as nails, son of a bitch. And I’ve fought bad guys all over the word… Iraq… Afghanistan… Pakistan… Africa… I’m not afraid of any man or anything. Nothing rattles me. Nothing. Then I learn that my wife is dead back in the states and my regimented world is turned upside down. She’s not only dead, but she’s dead with another guy’s baby in her womb. And deep inside, I know it could be my fault.

  Ben Ryder… Fine, I’ll admit it. I was never the best husband or father. In ten years of marriage I was gone a lot, leaving Bethany to hold down the fort and raise our son, Cody, all alone. But that’s the life of a SEAL’s wife, the life she signed up for. When I shipped out two months ago she told me she wanted a divorce. Now I learn that she died while carrying another guy’s baby. It was not quite the homecoming I’d hoped for, especially when I learn that her death might not have been an accident as everyone first thought.

  Then I meet her, Lolita, the hot nineteen-year-old sex kitten next door. I spy on her when she’
s alone in her backyard pool, floating naked on a raft with her fingers busy between her legs. She knows I’m watching her. Touching myself. My hand in rhythm with hers. I know she can feel my eyes burning into her body like the laser sight on my assault rifle.

  Soon, she’s in my bed and in my life, a wonderful distraction at a horrible time. I should be awash in guilt and sadness, but it’s hard to be sad when Lolita wraps her long, lovely legs around my waist and begs me to take her over the moon. In her arms, I feel like the luckiest man alive, at least until reality sets back in and the truth about my wife’s death is slowly revealed…

  Lolita Carter… My mother named me after that girl in the movie, Lolita. You know the one, it’s about this teenage girl who seduces a much older man and slowly drives him insane. I’m not out to drive anyone crazy—at least not like that— but I can’t help the things I feel and do when I know the hot Navy SEAL next door is watching me. I know his wife just died, but looking at his muscled chest and shoulders and handsome face just makes me melt in my bikini bottoms. I kept help that I’m just nineteen-years-old in a body like this, with the sex drive of a nymphomaniac and a craving for older men. But I get the feeling he feels the same way I do. There is something about the way he looks at me, the way he licks his lips when his eyes drift slowly over my body. He’s a dirty boy, all right, a Filthy SEAL. And I want to be his dirty girl.

  Captain Benjamin Ryder (Retired)

  Mosul, Iraq

  I dug my fingers into Bonita’s narrow hips and lifted my ass off the bed so my cock would go even deeper into her tight cunt. She gasped, then sucked in several quick breaths, but didn’t slow down. She exhaled slowly as a dreamy smile washed over her face, her dark skin glistening with sweat. She had her eyes closed, riding me like Deborah Winger rode that mechanical bull in that old movie Urban Cowboy. Her fingertips were tangled in my thick chest hair as if she were holding onto the reins as her hips slid back and forth over the length of my cock in a slow and steady rhythm.

  Her breathing was heavy and slow, like the warm breeze coming off the ocean on a hot summer day. She sucked in air each time she slid forward and the head of my cock hit her cervix, then moaned out the breath as she slid her hips back, letting her swollen clit slide over the nine inches of my veiny shaft.

  “Fuck… Cap… I’m sure gonna miss you when you’re gone…” she sighed without opening her eyes or altering the movement of her hips rolling back and forth, back and forth. Nostrils flaring, her wide mouth curled into a smile. Her teeth were perfect, pearly white. The tip of her tongue pushed through her lips and stayed there for a moment.

  I often wondered what a girl like her was doing in a fucking shithole like Mosul, on her third tour with the SEALs. She could have been a thousand other places doing a thousand other things that didn’t threaten her young life on a daily basis. Regardless of the reason, I was glad she was here, right now, with me, in this shitty little hotel room in the armpit of the world. At that moment, I considered myself to be the luckiest man alive.

  “That feel good, baby?” I asked as the hot lava in my balls started to flow throughout my body. I was covered in sweat. I blinked it from my eyes and licked it from my top lip. It was fucking hot as hell in the room, but the sweat was being pushed from my pores by the heat of the woman atop me. I could feel Bonita’s presence in every pore, follicle, and cell of my body. My cock was just the receptacle through which her energy flowed.

  “Mmmm… You are the only motherfucker in Mosul that knows how to fuck me like I like it, Cap,” she said, her lips still smiling, her hips still sliding, her pussy still sucking me into its delicious vacuum. “I like it nice and slow… nice and slow…”

  “Slow and steady is my specialty,” I said with a smile as I peered down between us to watch my cock slowly sliding inside her, then slowly sliding out, her purple pussy lips suctioned to the shaft like an old-timey milking machine. I swallowed hard and held my breath as I watched her, grateful that out of all the assholes in Mosul, Bonita had chosen me to be her fuck buddy while I was in-country.

  “The rest of these motherfuckers… are like teenagers on… prom night,” she said, the words coming in bursts of air across her lips. “They’re done before my pussy even gets wet... I like you old school motherfuckers… That know how to please a woman...”

  “I’m gonna take that… as a compliment,” I said with a smile, watching the lean muscles beneath her dark skin ripple as she braced her palms on my chest and rocked her ass back and forth. “There are other old school motherfuckers… out there that would love to take my place after I’m gone... You just might have to… lower your standards some, that’s all.”

  “Shit, Cap… you were about as low… as I ever planned to go.”

  “Glad to know that I set the bar,” I said.

  She smiled, still with her eyes closed as if she were locked in her own little world. Her nipples plumped up like little purple thimbles. I leaned up so I could slather them with my tongue. She picked up the pace, sliding her pussy over my cock faster and clenching her glorious ass when I slid all in to tighten her core muscles. I could literally feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock as she clenched. Her mouth hung open and she started panting like a dog. I’d been fucking her just about every day for two months now. I knew every move of her body and every sound she made when she was getting ready to cum. Thank God, because I was about to explode.

  “You like that, baby?” I asked, sucking in air as every muscle in my body tensed. “You like Cap’s big cock in your tight pussy?”

  “Fuck… yeah… Cap… that’s it… fuck yeah… that’s what Bonita likes… fuck me… I’m getting close, baby… I’m getting close…”

  I dug my fingers a little deeper into her hips and help her set the pace. I could feel the fire in my belly and the cum rising from my balls, but I could hold on until she was ready to pop. That’s one of the reasons Bonita liked to fuck me. I was older than most of the SEALs on her team, but I could hold my cum until the cows came home if that’s what it took to get her rocks off. It was just something I’d always been able to do. And God forbid I cum without making her pop like a balloon first. I’d never fucking hear the end of it and neither would her team, at least until I left Mosul. There were two things Bonita was good at other than taking the heads off assholes with a sniper rifle at a hundred yards: busting my balls and fucking them dry. Sometimes I thought she got just as much pleasure from one as the other.

  Sergeant Bonita Jean Anderson—codename “Sniper Girl”—was one of the best snipers in the military bar none; Army, Navy and the Marines. She had a keen eye and a steady hand and didn’t hesitate when it came to punching the clock of some Taliban or ISIS motherfucker who had the misfortune of ending up in her sights. She was one of only two female snipers in the corps, and I’d have put her up against most male snipers I knew any day of the week.

  Bonita was African American, tall, nearly six feet, with skin the color of dark chocolate and brown eyes that could either suck you in or shoot you down. There was no fat on her frame, only muscle. When we fucked, I loved having her on top so I could watch the sweat coat her dark skin and the muscles ripple as she moved.

  She was the only black woman I had ever fucked and I was telling her the truth when I said that I was going to miss her when I went home in a few weeks. In fact, knowing she would be stationed in Mosul another four months made me think about coming back. Maybe. I’d have to see how things worked out at home. At the moment, I was not expecting a happy homecoming. To the contrary, I doubted anyone would be at the airport to greet me when I hit the ground in Arlington.

  One of the things I loved most about Bonita, aside from the fact that she could milk every last drop of cum from my body and beg for more, was that she was so different from Bethany, my wife. Check that—Bethany, my soon to be ex-wife. I was an asshole, but I wasn’t a cheater. If Bethany hadn’t told me that she was going to divorce me while I was in Mosul, my cock would have never left my pants. But
she did tell me that, so…

  She gave me the old “it’s not you, it’s me” routine, then proceeded to say that she just couldn’t live with me anymore and was taking our son and everything we owned and I could just get fucked if I didn’t like it. She gave me the name of some lawyer she had already talked to and that was that. It’s been nice, Ben. Get fucked. And so that’s what I did. I got fucked. I started sniffing for pussy the second my feet hit the tarmac at Mosul International. I had been a SEAL for ten years and my last four tours were served right here, so I knew most of the people I’d be working with, as well as a few local girls I wouldn’t mind dipping my stick into if I could talk them into it.

  I was free to do whatever the fuck I wanted because my wife was divorcing me and after nearly a decade of service, I wasn’t a SEAL anymore, and ironically that was because Bethany wanted me to retire and stay home with her and our son.

  Can you say, “Please make up your mind, bitch?”

  My retirement was short-lived because all we did was fight when I was home fulltime and money was tight. So, when my friend, Quinn Blackstone, made me an offer to come work for him, I fucking jumped at the chance. Quinn had been my best friend since the Naval Academy and a former SEAL. Now he was the president and CEO of Blackstone Security Systems, or BSS, a multimillion dollar security firm with big contracts with the U.S. and Iraqi governments, just to name a few.

  So, I returned to Iraq as a private security contractor working for BSS on a three-month assignment. You can call me a mercenary or a technical advisor or whatever the fuck you want. I make four times the money and don’t have to worry about getting my ass shot off in a night raid on some raghead cocksucker’s compound or blown to shit in a Humvee on the side of the road or cremated by some asshole on the street wearing a suicide vest. Plus, I don’t have to worry about getting shit from officers about fucking the enlisted personnel like Bonita, who I had gotten shit-faced drunk with the last time I was in-country and almost ended up fucking, but stopped at the last minute because I was a married man. I saw her in the hotel bar the night I checked in two months ago. We got drunk, things got friendly under the table, and I took her back to my room and that’s all she wrote. We’ve been fucking like horny rabbits ever since.