Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “Shoot.”

  “How come he didn’t invite you to his wedding?” Her question put him in an awkward position. Marcus clenched his jaw, dragging his gaze away from her.

  “My guess is he didn’t know where to find me.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I used to be in the military.”

  “You were in the military?” Helen’s voice became high-pitched, as she slid her index finger up his forearm.

  “Yeah,” he nodded. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said quietly in a sweet tone, moving her gaze over his face. The large, scorpion tattoo on his shoulder caught her eye.

  “Hey, that’s some nice ink,” Helen commented. “Why did you get it?”

  “You’re a curious little girl, aren’t you?” Marcus teased, as his smile reappeared. “Why this, why that…”

  “I sure am,” she admitted, her voice lowering to a husky whisper, as she gazed deep into his eyes. Marcus wrapped his right arm around her upper back and held her close, as Helen tilted her head up. His gentle, passionate kiss swept her away from asking any more questions. The feel of his full lips on her mouth made her entire body tingle, as she swung her right leg over him and climbed on top. Wetness slid down Helen’s thighs, as Marcus took her in his embrace. The fine hairs of his beard grazed her skin, as she cupped his face in both of her hands. She could feel his hard muscles underneath her, as he caressed her back through the fabric of her top. Marcus slid his hands down her back as Helen pressed herself into him. He pulled her top up and over her head, before she tilted her head down once again.

  “Your skin is so soft.” He whispered in her mouth, his hands returning to her back, as he claimed her lips once more. Marcus deftly unclasped her bra, his breathing heavy, as Helen pushed her fingers into his hair. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, as she felt his hardening manhood through his pants. Their kiss was becoming more demanding by the second. Slowly, Helen began to slide back and forth against his cock, as if she had been trying to intensify the sensation. Marcus’s hands crept around her hips, before he moved them up her body. A low, guttural grunt escaped him, as he wrapped his fingers around her big, supple breasts. Holding onto his shoulders, Helen tilted her head back as he squeezed them. Marcus then pressed them together, kissing her on the chin, as she quickened her pace.

  “God, you’re so hard.” Helen whimpered, gripping him tighter, as he kissed his way down her chest.

  “You’re one wild country girl.” Marcus grunted, trapping her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He pulled at them gently, forcing a deep, loud moan out of her. Helen had lost control, but she didn’t care. She was in his arms, feeling his big, stiff cock between her legs, as he stroked her breasts. Marcus’s lips reached her chest, as she leaned forward. Slowing down, she slid her hands across his shoulders, watching as he planted hot, quick kisses all over her chest. Marcus pinched her nipples lightly, as he moved his mouth to her left breast. Running her hand up his neck, she slipped it into his hair, as he stuck his tongue out.

  “Awwwww, baby!” Helen moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair, as she felt the moist tip on her hard, swollen nipple. Marcus flicked his tongue over it, squeezing her breasts, as she pressed her crotch against his groin. By now, she was so wet that her juices had seeped through her panties. But still, she would not ask him to take her to bed. Helen was enjoying every single second of his worship, as the gentle sound of waves, splashing onto the sand filled her ears. Marcus’s beard brushed her tender skin, as he sucked on her breast, sending every nerve in her body into overdrive. He pushed her right one upward one last time, before sliding his hand down her side. Squeezing the soft flesh of her hip, he pulled her closer and then moved his hand further down her body.

  “God, you’re turning me on.” She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut, as he grabbed and held onto her ass cheek through her jeans. Still, that moment did not last long. Marcus released her and reached his arm towards the table. Slipping his hand into the right pocket, he pulled out a set of keys.

  “We should get inside.” He said, his voice raspy, as he laid one last kiss on her breast. His arm snaked around her chest. Helen felt his muscles flexing. A pretentious scream fled her lips, as he slowly rose. Marcus turned around, as she curled her legs around his hips. She rested her head on his shoulder, as he unlocked the door. He walked into the living room, as she kissed his firm skin. Several beams of moonlight were coming through the window to the left. He kicked the door shut and held her tighter. Swaggering towards the couch under that window, he eased her down. Marcus leaned back and pulled his tee up and over his head. The moonlight glistened on his massive arms, his rock-hard pecs. Helen leaned her back against the couch, staring at his chiseled abs, as he sat down on his knees. He took her shoes off in a hurry, maintaining eye contact with her, as she unbuttoned her jeans. Reaching up, Marcus hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants. He pulled her panties and jeans down and off her feet. The sight of her naked pussy made him lick his lips like a hungry predator. Bending his head down towards her, he wrapped his left arm around her thigh and eagerly pulled her closer. Marcus closed his eyes, as his other hand landed on Helen’s inner thigh.

  “Oh, my God!” She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as she felt his lips on her clit. Caressing her silky flesh, he stuck his tongue out, as she reached towards him. Helen threaded her fingers through his hair, the sexy sounds of her arousal over his deep grunts, as he traced slow circles around her clit. Marcus brought his right hand closer to his face. Helen gripped the cushion hard, as his fingertips made contact with the tender flesh of her pussy. Sliding his index and middle fingers up and down, Marcus pulled her clit into his mouth, forcing a louder moan out of her, as she tossed her head back. Marcus nibbled on her nipple, using his thumb to tease her entrance, as she grabbed his hair. Helen tilted her head forward once more, her thigh muscles flexing faster and faster, as his mouth sent waves of delight up and down her spine. The sight of his face on her pussy and his masculine back added to her arousal. But, it was his next move that sent her senses into an overdrive. Marcus slowly pushed his middle finger through wet folds of her womanhood, darting his hot, wet tongue against her clit.

  “Yeah, that’s it!” She groaned, biting her lower lip, as she banged her hand against the cushion. “I’m going to come!”

  “Sweet, juicy pussy.” He grunted as her juices flowing down his skin, as his finger got lost in her depths. Helen gasped for breath, loving his sensual touch, as she pressed his head onto her. Desperate for even more stimulation, she did not stop at that. Taken over by lust, she bucked wildly up against him, as her moans filled the room. The shimmer of orgasm fluttered through her body, as his deep, hard penetration sent her over the edge. Helen’s body quivered, as she was overtaken by a swift, aggressive orgasm that had her legs shaking with pleasure. Marcus flicked his tongue across her clit once again, sliding his finger out of her dripping wet pussy, as she eased her grip on his hair.

  Arising to his imposing, 6’3” stature, he kicked his boots away. Helen was still panting for breath, as he pulled his pants down and off his feet. Her pussy throbbed with anticipated desire, as Marcus finally exposed his cock. Precum was dripping down his long, rock-hard shaft. He wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed one more, thick drop out of the tiny hole on the head. Turning around, he seated himself beside her. Helen swung her right leg over him, settling her gaze on his face. She tilted her head down, as he took her in his embrace. Their lips locked in a long, fiery kiss, his hands travelling down her body, as she felt his cock rubbing against her clit. Removing his right hand from her, Marcus gripped the base of his shaft, as she circled her arms around his neck.

  “Awwww, yeaaaaah…” Helen groaned in his mouth, as her pussy slowly engulfed his large, stiff cock. Marcus smoothed his hand over the curve of her ass cheek, his fingers very close to her ass crack, as their tongues danced against each other. He brought his other hand to her ass and
squeezed, as he began to push in and out. Feeling him in her depths, Helen dug her fingernails into his skin, as he trapped her lower lip between his teeth. He bit gently, grabbing her butt cheeks at the same time, as she held onto his neck. Too overwhelmed to keep up their kiss, Helen leaned back, exposing her breasts. Marcus wasted no time. Burying his face between them, he slapped her ass hard enough for her to feel it. Her loud moan of arousal resounded through the air, just before he stuck his tongue out. Running it across her chest, he massaged her ass, as she began to bounce up and down on his cock.

  “Right there, baby!” Helen groaned, as the tip of his tongue made contact with her hard, swollen nipple. “Lick it again!”

  “Fuck, yeah…” He grunted, his beard grazing her smooth skin, as he closed his lips around it. Loving the attention on her ass and her breasts, she could not even consider maintaining a slow pace. Tightening her grip on his body, she took him faster and deeper inside her, feeling her breasts swaying back and forth. A gentle bite on her nipple sent more waves of pleasure coursing through her, her moans audible over the slurping sound of his penetration. But, he didn’t allow her to control the action for much longer. Running his right hand up her body, Marcus stopped it at her hip and pulled her closer. He released her breast, tilting his head up to meet her lips. Helen’s mouth crashed against his, his breath heavy as he cupped her ass in both of his hands. Sinking his short fingernails into her delectable flesh, Marcus started thrusting into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

  “You’re going to make me come again…” She moaned into his mouth, her knuckles white with tension, as his deep, hard penetration sent her into ecstasy. Her ass cheeks wobbled with each thrust, as he kneaded them passionately, stimulating her even further, as she slid her hand up his neck. Helen grabbed a fistful of his hair, feeling his cock pulsing in her dripping wet pussy, as their moans filled the room. She moved her lips to his cheek and kissed him, before resting her head on his shoulder, as his balls slapped up against her. Completely overloaded and overtaken by sensation, Helen screamed out, as the deep, thick heat of orgasm formed in her body. Her juices rushed out of her and onto his cock, as orgasmic contractions rippled through her. A few, deep thrusts later, Marcus pulled out, his loud grunts audible over her subsiding moans. A string of semen shot from the tip of his cock and splattered on the floor, as he threw his head back, panting for breath.

  “Oh, God…” Helen gasped, kissing him on the shoulder, as she snuggled close. “That was so good.”

  “You’re a naughty girl.” Marcus teased.

  “I just go after what I want.” She purred, caressing the side of his neck. “Is that so bad?”

  “No.” He shook his head, lightly. Helen was about to speak again, when she caught a glimpse of something on his stomach, just below his chest. It was a faded tattoo. She couldn’t make out the letters, but she could see the two letters of each word: “S” and “F”.

  “What do those stand for?” She asked, bringing her gaze up to his face.

  “They’re army related.” His quick response and his somewhat angry look fueled her curiosity further.

  “What did it say?” Helen insisted, her voice sweeter.

  “Put your clothes back on.” Marcus grumbled, pushing her away from him, before he jumped from his seat.

  “I’m sorry, I…”

  “Don’t!” His powerful voice rumbled like thunder, as he quickly turned around to face her. “I said I don’t want to talk about it!”

  “I didn’t mean to…”

  “Get dressed.” He interrupted in a firm voice. “Forget this ever happened.”

  Helen could not force another word out of her throat. Shocked by his angry outburst, she watched as he picked his own clothes up from the floor. Sadly, for her, she had no choice but to comply and get dressed as well. In her confusion though, she realized that the man she had just had sex with held secrets and memories which still haunted him. Unfortunately for Helen, attempting to share Marcus’s secrets, to let him know he had someone to lean on, only made him shove her away.

  What’s gotten into you, Marcus? What happened to you in the army? It was just an innocent question. Nah, don’t fool yourself, Helen. Did you see the look in his eyes? He’s in pain. You may say anything you want, Marcus. But, I’m not done with you. Trust me; you and I will be seeing each other again very soon…”

  8

  Marcus dropped Helen off at her hotel and did not even say “goodnight” to her. Frustrated but also concerned about him, she could not find peace. His angry expression and his harsh words lingered in her mind. Helen hardly slept, recalling the faded tattoo.

  I wish I’d kept my big mouth shut. I’d still be in your arms if I had. Boy that felt good. You showed me a great time, Marcus: so driven, so passionate… stop thinking about it, Helen. Focus on the problem. But, what can I do? Guess? Ask him again? I know how that’s going to go; I don’t want to see that angry face again…

  The following morning, Helen decided to visit Michelle in her hotel room, eager to hear some feedback on the concert. More importantly, she was dying to confide in her good friend and ask for her help. Just when she was about to knock on her door however, she noticed that a draft of air was moving it outward. Helen pushed it open. Michelle was in the balcony, with a tablet in her hands and seemingly in high spirits.

  “Good morning.” Helen said, in a voice riddled with sadness, as she joined her friend. “Your front door was open.”

  “Oh, my God!” Michelle exclaimed, looking up at her. “How did it go last night? Did you get any sleep?”

  “Tell me about the concert first.” Helen sighed.

  “I was just going over some reviews. Most people loved it.” Michelle informed, with a broad smile on her face. “Some complained about me singing mostly ballads, but, the way I see it, everybody is always going to complain about something. You can’t please them all. Now you go.”

  “Great.” Helen gave a satisfied nod. “I’ve been going crazy since last night, Michelle. I don’t understand this guy.”

  “He didn’t…” Michelle faltered… “…hurt you or anything, did he?”

  “No.” Helen shook her head sideways. “He took me to this gorgeous beach house. He was good to me. He looked totally relaxed, up till I asked him why he hadn’t been invited to the wedding. He’d been in the army; James didn’t know where to find him. He didn’t want to talk about that. Anyway, we had sex, we cuddled a bit and then, I saw some faded ink on his stomach. I asked him what it was; he said it had to do with the military. I asked him again. That’s when he snapped. He doesn’t want to see me anymore.”

  “You mentioned a tattoo. What was it?” Michelle inquired.

  “A couple of initials: ‘S’ and ‘F’,” Helen replied, running her hand through her hair.

  “Oh, my God.” Michelle gave an amused snort.

  “What’s so funny?” Helen wondered, a hint of annoyance in her voice, as she furrowed her brow.

  “Semper Fidelis.” Michelle assumed a serious tone, as her smile vanished. “Semper Fi: Always loyal: He used to be a marine.”

  “How do you know about that?” Helen’s voice turned into a high-pitched squeal.

  “A cousin of mine’s in the Marines.” Michelle stated. “Many of them get that tattoo.”

  “Morning, girls.” James interjected, stepping onto the balcony, with a stack of newspapers in his grasp. “These are all.” He added, setting them down on the floor.

  “Reading those reviews can wait.” Michelle confessed, not taking her eyes off of Helen’s face. “Ask him.”

  “James, was Marcus in the Marines?” Helen waited with bated breath for his answer.

  “Yeah,” he said with a firm nod. “As a matter of fact, he was. He told me you guys had an argument last night.”

  “Not quite.” Helen disagreed. “He just freaked out on me. What is wrong with him, James? Why’s he acting like that every time someone mentions the army?”

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sp; “Why do you have to know, girl?” James shrugged. “I mean, you just met him, not to mention you live three thousand miles away.”

  “You don’t want to tell me.” Helen complained, nodding at the same time. “Fine: Thanks for nothing.”

  “Watch your tongue, girl.” James reprimanded. “I never said I wouldn’t. But, here’s the thing. Marcus is my friend. I promised to keep his story between us.”

  “Pretty please?” Helen made her voice sound sweeter, as she leaned closer to him.

  “Let’s just say that he and I have a lot in common.” James used an emphatic tone.

  “Is he grumpy, too?” Michelle’s short question brought a small smile to Helen’s face. Yet, James did not feel the same about it.

  “Okay, let’s get a few things straight.” This time, he attempted a firm, commanding voice. “I’m not perfect. I am grumpy. I do overreact sometimes. I have a short temper, too. But, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to protect the ones closest to me: nothing at all.”

  “I’m sorry.” Michelle whispered, dropping her gaze from his intense stare.

  “Marcus has been betrayed, girl.” James lowered his tone, turning to Helen. “A lot worse than I have. I’m sorry; that’s all I can tell you. If you want to know more, you’re going to have to ask him about it.”

  “Worse…” Helen’s voice became a choked, pain-ridden whisper, as she lifted her hand to her lips. “Oh, my God.”

  “Pardon me for saying this, but…” Michelle paused. “He does sound messed up. Did he go to war?”

  “That’s the wrong question ask:” James commented. “He was a US marine. The correct question would be ‘how many times did he go to war?’ Anyway, I need to call Olivia. Excuse me.”

  After James left, the conversation continued. “I wish I were a hacker, just for a day.” Helen muttered, returning her gaze to Michelle.

  “I still don’t understand why you’re so interested in him.” Michelle stated, voicing her opinion. “I mean, let’s face it, Helen. James is right. We won’t be here that long. Why do you want to know more about him?”