Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “What’s the matter?” I whispered before I caught his earlobe with my teeth.

  But all he did was pant heavily against me.

  My eyes flickered along the side of his face and I saw how set his jaw was. I saw his hands balled up into fists at his sides, and it was a stark contrast to the man who had just poured out his soul to me on the couch. I leaned my lips in and kissed the shell of his ear, and when he sighed and leaned into my lips I whispered my wish like a prayer to God.

  “Please, Derek.”

  “Oh, god, Maddy,” was all he said. His hands rushed to the button of my pants and he undid them with a simple swipe of his hand. He pushed me down onto the bed and I could feel my breasts freely moving underneath the thin lacy fabric. He fisted my pants and ripped them from my legs, revealing to him the matching panties I had found them buried in that same drawer. My gut was screaming, and every atom of my being was crawling with electricity for him. I could feel my nipples puckering hard against the fabric while I watched Derek slowly remove his shirt. His granite abs and his thick chest finally came into view, and all I could think about was how I was going to sink my teeth into every inch of his skin all through the night.

  I was going to ruin him, just as he had already ruined me.

  I got up from the bed and catapulted my body into his. He reached his arms out for me and held me against him, and as I buried my tongue into his mouth my hands wrangled with his jeans. I got them undone and slid the fabric down his long, strong legs, and when he stepped out of his pants he whirled me around and barreled us out of his room. I peppered his shoulders in kisses and ground my hips into his stomach, and just before, I went to leap back for his lips, my back landed against something firm –

  – Cool, firm, and smooth.

  Derek pressed his body weight against me, trapping me between his heat and the coolness of the windows in his living room, and I watched his every move as he slowly inched the lacy fabric above my head. My core was slicking itself with my juices while he slowly undressed me like he was opening his favorite Christmas gift, and when the fabric lightly fluttered to the floor, he dipped his head down and took my pert nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck,” I breathed.

  I leaned my head against the window and felt his throbbing erection teasing me through my soaked underwear. God, how I wanted him to fill me up: to show me off to the people below so they all would know exactly who Derek Blake belonged to.

  So they know who I belonged to.

  My hands rushed through his hair while his teeth rolled my nub around in his mouth, and his hands grasped tightly onto my thighs as I slowly began to grind down onto him. His body was strong and his muscles indented the thickness of my body. It was as if I was designed to mold into every position he decided to put me in, and whimpers began to pour forth from my lips when he robbed me of his touch to look me in my eyes.

  “You’re beautiful, Maddy,” he said softly.

  I fluttered my eyes open and leaned my head back to look at him, but just as my eyes connected with his, I felt his hand meander between us and move the thin, wet fabric between my legs off to the side.

  “And you’re mine,” he growled.

  He lined himself up with my entrance and bucked his hips against me, and the sensation that ricocheted through my body was nothing short of catastrophic. I felt my walls fluttering hard around his thick dick, and his hips snapped against mine as his body pressed mine into the window. Skin against skin echoed off the corners of his penthouse as breathless murmurs poured from my lips, and soon I pitched my body forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “Yes, Derek. Please. Oh –... oh god.”

  His balls were smacking against my ass and my juices were dripping down his length. Just as I was approaching my undoing, he ripped himself from me and put me down onto my feet.

  “Turn around and put your hands on the window,” he ordered.

  I couldn’t move fast enough to have my hands planted on the window, and that’s when I felt him rip the lacy underwear I was wearing right off my body. The tattered fabric went fluttering to the ground, and I watched it waft in the air conditioning of his penthouse before he lined himself up with me again.

  “God, yes,” I whispered lightly.

  He pressed himself inside of me and my legs visibly shook. He grasped my hips and pulled them higher, and then he pressed my body against the window. My cheek was plastered onto the cool glass and my painfully erect nipples were throbbing with the cold, and when I felt his lips on my shoulder, I couldn’t help the words that tumbled from my lips.

  “I love you, Derek.”

  He began to thrust again, this time much slower, before he sucked a patch of skin in between his teeth. He licked and he gnawed, his hips slowly filling me with his length. He traveled the span of my back, marking me like he would his property before he reared back and picked up his pace. Harder and harder he thrusted, and with every thrust he made I could feel his balls smacking against my swollen clit. My essence was trickling down the inside of my thighs and my legs were growing weak as my body climbed its precipice of pleasure. Just before I was ready to dive off into the deep abyss of Derek’s body, he stopped and pulled himself out.

  “Nooo,” I whined lightly.

  Derek grasped my shoulders and spun me around before his lips lightly connected with mine. My legs gave way and his strong arms caught me. There was nothing but the moonlight caressing our skin. My body hummed a tune his body responded to in harmony, and all I wanted was to bring him pleasure…

  …To make him moan my name with the happiness only I could make him feel.

  “Patience,” he whispered.

  I felt him pick me up before he carried me to the bathroom, and he set my naked body on the edge of the tub before he got in it himself. I raked my eyes along his strong body, watching as every muscle he moved twitched underneath his luscious skin. He started the water to fill the bath and dumped some bath salts into it; then he turned his body back to me and smiled.

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  His question caught me off-guard.

  “What?” I breathed.

  “What do you want?” he asked again. He slowly walked towards me, his eyes never wavering, and the only thing I could do was stare. I watched him kneel on the stairs of the tub, his hands reaching to part my knees, and I could feel the rush of cool air as my glistening core was laid bare for him. His eyes flickered down to the center of my body and a smirk crossed his face. He licked his lips, like a lion ready for dinner, and my body slowly began to lay itself down before I heard the question again.

  “What do you want, Maddy?” he said quietly. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I wanna cum, Derek,” I whimpered.

  “Oh, you do?”

  “Yes. God, just –... please.”

  I felt his arms wrap around my legs to pull me closer to the tub’s edge. Steam was filling the bathroom and the heat of the water was trickling up the sides of the tub, and I could feel the stones of the tub heating underneath my back before Derek pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.

  “How many times?” he whispered.

  “What?” I breathed.

  “How many times does my Maddy wanna cum?”

  He pressed a kiss to my other thigh and I could no longer think straight. My core was dripping and my body was aching for release and my heart was hammering out a rhythm that was screaming out for Derek. I felt my mind go blank as an entire future burst behind my eyelids, and my hands rushed to his hair as he chuckled into my wetness.

  “Tell me how many,” he commanded.

  “As many as you want,” I breathed.

  And finally, after weeks of agony, tension, and tears, his tongue parted my folds and raked up my slit. A groan emanated from my throat while my fingers tightened into the tendrils of his hair, and soon my heels were hiked onto the edge of the bath and my body was spread wide for him. His tongue lapped deeply at my essence, drinking me
up before the tip of his tongue flicked my swollen nub. My body shook for him while his hands held me down, and the more I bucked the tighter he held. I’d have bruises the next morning, but I didn’t care. His tongue was carving its memory into my body, and I knew I’d never forget it.

  I knew I’d never be able to replace it.

  “Derek. Yes. Just –... like that,” I choked out.

  My legs began to tremble while Derek’s hands fell away from my hips, and my body bucked furiously into his face before I felt a slight pressure at my entrance. I mewled and whimpered at the feeling of his finger sliding deep into my body, and before I could process what was happening my pleasure hit me like a tsunami. Silver stars burst in my vision as my back reared off the hot stone of the bath, and the water began to slosh up the sides as my walls clamped down onto Derek’s fingers.

  “Yes! Derek! God!”

  I panted and heaved while my back dropped back to the stones, and his tongue slowly swirled around my clit before I stuck my feet into the bath tub. The water was up to my ankles, and all I could do was heave for air and stare at the ceiling.

  That was, until Derek’s tongue struck up his ministrations again.

  He sucked my clit between his lips while his fingers crooked inside of me, and I could no longer hold back my sounds as my voice echoed off the hot stones surrounding us. I lost all control, my body bucking wildly into his hips, and I could feel him chuckling between my legs as my hands wound tighter into his hair.

  “Yes. Derek. Lick that pussy. Oh… oh, god, yes.”

  My words soon dissolved into incoherent babbling just before my body began to build again. His tongue flattened out between my folds and raked up my core, and I fell apart again against his face as his arms held my body as close as I could get to his face.

  “Oh, yes, Maddy. Mmmmm,” I felt him hum.

  My eyelids felt heavy and my body jumped with every touch of his skin against mine, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt him pull his body away from mine.

  But then he appeared above me, his body sinking between my legs, and his thick length sat at my swollen entrance while his body weight sat on his forearms by my head.

  “I love you, Madeline,” he said gently.

  “Oh, Derek,” I whispered. I ran my toes up the backs of his calves and watched him shiver above me, and when I had linked my weakened legs around his hips I guided his body to mine. His dick filled my swollen cave as a rush of breath left his lips, and he raised himself up onto his hands before he began rolling his hips into mine. Thrust after thrust, push after push, my arms flew to his back and began raking down his skin. I’d lost control of my body and handed over all of myself to the man above me whose body was pounding into mine. My back scraped against the rocks and my breasts bounced against his skin, and with each thrust that filled me with his dick I felt a piece of myself fall away.

  I felt a piece of myself give way to him.

  His grunts and groans fell heavily upon my ears, and it wasn’t until I felt his hips begin to stutter that I sank my teeth into his shoulder. I sucked a massive patch of skin in just as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck, and my legs held him close as my body shook and pulsated around him. Yet another orgasm shook through my system, leaving me breathless and exhausted, and his body pumped me full before our bodies collapsed on the side of the tub. The water was running over the top and slowly trickling over towards the door, and that’s when Derek kicked his foot out and shut the water off for good.

  “Ho –... my god,” I breathed.

  I couldn’t open my eyes and I couldn’t move my body. Every cell of my being had been diced and fried, and I knew then that if this was the moment I died, I could die a happy woman.

  But soon, I felt a pair of strong arms come around me, pulling me into the warm water of the bathtub as I fluttered down onto his lap.

  He kissed my forehead before I leaned my head onto his shoulder, and I could hear the water draining from below us while his hands weaved their way around my waist. I cuddled into him, wanting to be as close as I could get, and his voice broke the silence just as I felt myself surrender to sleep.

  “Welcome home, Maddy,” Derek murmured into my skin.

  And all I could do was smile.

  THE END

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  It had been Éclair’s idea to put a mirror on my ceiling; she had been joking, of course, but it is turning out to be one of the best things I’ve done for myself in a considerable amount of time. We’re on top of the blankets, and I’m lying on my back as she straddles me. I’m not sure whether to look at her breasts or stare up at the mirror on the ceiling at her backside. I find my eyes jumping back and forth between the two. She is the kind of woman who likes to be in control, but every once in a while she surprises me. “Veux-tu esayer l’amour en levrette?” she asks in the middle of a pant, and I have no idea what she is saying. She knows I love the French thing.

  “Oui,” I say, and she hurries off of me and proceeds to prop herself up on her hands and knees. “Oh! Oui!” I say and get on my knees behind her and press myself into her vagina.

  “Oui! Plus vite!” she shouts, and I speed up as I wrap my arms around her front side to pull myself further into her with each thrust. “James!” she shrieks. I hold her around her waist with one hand and play with her breasts with the other. She drops down further, lifting her backside up higher towards me with her forearms on the bed.

  We both enjoy pushing our bodies to the breaking point. It’s the athletes in us that makes this all the more fun. She moves with me, and I swear she is going to break my pelvis from the fierce movements. She stretches out her arms and lifts one of her legs, and in one swift movement, she flips over with me still inside her –creating a tingling sensation I have not felt before. The human body is not meant to move like that, but she manages. I’m on top of her nose, staring down at her. A part of me wonders if she is staring at my bare ass in the mirror above us the way I had been doing with her. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, forcing me down on top of her.