Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “Kiss me again.” She said, her voice raspy, as she attempted to push his body upwards. Jake released her nipple from his mouth with a pop as he broke the suction seal he had created; but instead of kissing her right away, he chose to kiss his way up her neck. A small smile formed on her face as he did. He licked her chin, before once again claiming her lips, as she ran her hands down his back. Allison cupped his butt and sank her long fingernails into his firm flesh, their fiery kiss driving him crazy with lust, as he felt thick drops of precum flowing down his large, stiff cock. His big, heavy balls were rubbing against her clit, her muffled moans in his mouth audible over his grunts, as he squeezed her breast and her thigh at the same time.

  “Put it inside me,” she urged, her voice even lower and raspier. Jake opened his eyes. Gazing into hers, he removed his hand from her breast. Reaching down, he gripped his cock. He forced a loud, lustful moan out of her, as he rubbed the head against her hard, swollen clit. She opened her mouth and her eyes wide first and then bit her lower lip, as he stimulated her with his big, stiff cock. She let go of his butt, cupped his face in both of her hands and pressed her mouth onto his. Jake guided his cock to her entrance. Her moisture surprised him. After all, he had not done much. But, he would not resist her request. Slowly, he pushed his manhood through the wet folds of her womanhood, the sensation overwhelming him, as he lost himself in yet another passionate kiss.

  “Awww, my God...” she moaned in his mouth, as he filled her up. “I’ve missed that dick.”

  “Your pussy’s so hot,” he groaned, as his hand landed on her other upper outer thigh. “So wet…”

  “You’re driving me crazy,” Allison whimpered, tossing her head back, as her right hand crept around his face. Jake’s lips crashed against the left side of her neck. He stroked her, gliding deep and long within her, savoring her wetness, as she feathered her fingers through his hair. With her loud, lustful moans ringing in his ears, he kissed her neck, but what he really wanted was to worship her breasts a little more. Still, he would not do that just yet. Jake let go of her legs and placed his hands down on the sheets, before leaning back. Sitting up, he grabbed her ankles and put her shaking legs over his shoulders, scanning her body from bottom to top. His hands slid down her calves, until they reached her knees. He pulled her closer, as she settled her gaze on his face.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered while biting her lower lip. Once again, her voice turned him on. Right away, he started rocking into her, fast and hard, fixing his gaze on her pussy. Allison’s loud moans sounded like music in his ears, as he watched his manhood go in and out of her. His gaze rolled up her body. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, his grunts audible over the slurping sounds of his penetration. Holding onto her long, slender legs, he pounded her dripping wet pussy, feeling tiny drops of sweat forming on his chest and his stomach. With his cock buried in her depths, he stroked her thighs, lust written all over his face. Allison rolled her gaze down his sculpted body. His toned muscles flexed with every thrust, her knuckles white from gripping the sheets in ecstasy.

  “Just like that, baby! I’m going to come!” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as Jake thrust into her faster and harder by the second. Her breasts were bouncing wildly up and down, as his forceful penetration sent waves of delight up and down her spine. Allison’s body writhed, thrusting up to meet him as he drove relentlessly into her. Her moans became screams of pure, intense pleasure, as she let the waves of a loud, aggressive orgasm roll through her. She threw her head back, as she came in shivers of orgasmic bliss, flooding his cock with warm, thick juices. Allison opened her eyes and looked up at Jake, panting for breath, but with a broad smile on her face.

  “You didn’t come…” she gasped, as her smile grew even wider. Then, she rolled over onto her belly. The mere thought, of taking her from behind, made his manhood throb, as she got up on all fours. But, it wasn’t just the sight of her gorgeous ass that blew his mind. She reached up under her crotch and began to rub her clit, looking up at him over her right shoulder. “I love that.” Allison whimpered. “Come on, baby. Don’t keep me waiting.”

  Her sexy encouragement was exactly what he had been waiting for. Jake positioned himself behind her, staring down at her ass cheeks, as he grabbed his cock. Leading it to her entrance, he then put his hands on her hips, as her pussy swallowed his length. Yet another pleasurable moan escaped her, as his manhood reached her outer edge. He had not maintained a slow pace before and he was not going to do that now. Tightening his grip on her hips, he started driving his massive, pulsing cock inside her. Allison put her hand back down on the bed and once again gripped the sheets. Within seconds, his big balls were slapping against her ass. Their moans filled the room, as her butt cheeks bobbed up and down with his thrusts. Jake bent his body down, running both hands up her sides. She tilted her head up, as he laid a hot, passionate kiss on her shoulder. Allison reached her hand back and stroked his cheek, as he cupped her breasts from behind.

  “Come for me,” he urged, his voice deep and manly, as he rolled her nipples.

  “Yeeaah, baby! Right there!” She groaned, dragging her nails down his face, as he quickened his pace. Willing to intensify her pleasure, he struggled to withhold his orgasm. Jake squeezed her breasts, sensing her butt cheeks bouncing with each hard thrust. This time, Allison’s loud, lustful moans echoed back from the walls of his bedroom, as she was overcome by a tremendous orgasm that had her back arching with pleasure. Too reluctant to let go of her breasts, he would not lean back. Instead, Jake continued to pound her soaking wet pussy, feeling her ample juices running down his large, swollen shaft. He pulled out at the last second, spewing a massive amount of semen all over her ass. She tumbled onto the bed, gasping for breath, just before he lay on his chest beside her.

  “God, I needed that,” Allison exhaled hard, kissing him on the shoulder.

  “I think we both did.” Jake murmured with a little smile.

  “I rushed things a bit,” she continued in a sweet voice, as a sad look spread over her face. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” he replied, taking her palm into his hand. “It was fun; and like I said, we both needed some fun.”

  “Sometimes, I wish I could turn back the clock,” Allison’s murmured, her voice filled with sadness, as she squeezed his fingers. “Then, I would never volunteer for that damn mission and we would still be together.”

  “I still don’t know why you did that,” Jake said in his baritone, sucking in a deep breath, still sounding perplexed and hurt.

  “Because I was stupid,” she admitted, bitterly using a self-deprecating tone. “Stupid enough to believe it could end the war. But I soon realized there was nothing I could ever do that would put an end to that atrocity. They don’t want it to end, Jake. Some people are making too much money out of it.”

  “I couldn’t have said it better myself,” he agreed. “Anyway, I should let you get some rest.”

  “Oh, no, you don’t,” Allison smiled, grabbing his hand. “You’re not going anywhere, Mr.”

  “I hope this is not part of some…” Jake paused, “crazy plan to win me over. Is it?”

  “It’s not,” she assured him, as sorrow returned in her voice. “I’m not going to try again; not anymore. Why should I? You were right. I should have been honest with you. I live nine hours away from you, and you have a life here, too. On top of all that, you’re clearly in love with that deputy. But, you said tonight was all about the fun. So, stay here.”

  Jake remained silent, as he rolled over onto his left side. He raised his arm over her back and pulled her closer, as her face lit with amusement. Allison tilted her head up, angling her lips. Their mouths joined in a long, tender kiss that made him feel warm inside. Her attitude had startled him, but, just like before, he would not turn her down. Allison was a beautiful woman; their relationship may have been over, but he couldn’t deny to himself that he absolutely loved touching her.

  “Sex was never the problem betwee
n us, Allie. It has always been amazing. If this is our last night together, I’m going to make sure it’s going to be a night to remember.”

  30

  Two weeks went by after the night that Clay shot and killed Austen Rivers. As one would expect, the Sheriff’s station was, once again, occupied by federal agents investigating his disappearance. Of course, the bikers had not left the body there. They had loaded it into a van and buried him miles away from the spot. They also burned the flourmill to the ground, destroying any evidence. Clay had informed Jake about everything. As much as he didn’t like it, he didn’t have a choice but to keep his mouth shut about the whole thing. Yes, his friend was only defending himself, but a possible investigation of him would probably reveal his involvement in criminal activities. By the end of that investigation, Clay and his crew would most likely end up behind bars.

  Nevertheless, despite their best efforts to get rid of any evidence, the federals agents were able to find skid marks, on the road outside the mill, from motorcycle tires and also some footprints, which belonged to Clay’s men. One by one, the bikers were brought in for questioning, but naturally, they all denied knowing anything about the arson. Unable to prosecute them for anything, the NCIS had to let them go. But still, they wouldn’t leave. In fact, twelve days after the murder, they widened the search area, and one day afterwards, they found Rivers’ body and dug it up.

  Jake was concerned, whereas Clay did not seem to worry at all, maintaining that, even so, his guilt could not be established, because he had wiped the serial number off his shotgun. The NCIS could not match the bullet to his weapon. Still, no matter what his friend told him, Jake could not shake the feeling that something had gone wrong. Two weeks to the day after the murder, he discovered that he had every reason to do so, as he found a thick, brown envelope in his storage room. It was from Holly. It contained a number of pictures and a few hairs in sealed, plastic bags and also, a letter from her.

  “My dear Jake,

  I’m really glad you didn’t ask for that key back. If you had, I wouldn’t know how to do this. The closest neighbor to your bar is two hundred yards away, but your place is at the end of the street.

  First of all, you should know that I know everything about that night. The Sheriff told me all. That marine had kidnapped Allison, and he was about to kill you both, when Clay showed up. The Sheriff has known him for a long time, and thinks he is being honest with him. I believe him, too. I have seen you with him: I know how close you guys are. That is why I had to steal all the evidence the NCIS had found against him.

  You see, one of Clay’s men was sloppy and a little stupid, not to mention greedy. I’m talking about Tom Farris. He stole the money from Rivers’ wallet, but he didn’t take the wallet. He put it back in Rivers’ pocket. The NCIS were able to recover fingerprints. Don’t worry, they only found these about an hour ago. They were too tired to run them through the system. That procedure could take hours. I stayed at the station after my shift and ran the fingerprints. That’s how I know they belong to Farris. Also, the hairs in those bags are grey. Clay is the only biker with grey hair. He got lucky, though. The power went out, just when the feds where about to test those hairs for DNA. They postponed the test for tomorrow morning. Please, don’t tell anyone I gave these to you. I could lose my job. By the way, you should burn all the evidence, including this envelope.

  I’m really happy you found the guy behind everything. I wish you’d told me, so I could give him a piece of my mind. That man ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to me. No, sorry. I did that. I believed that picture, when I should have given you a chance to explain yourself. I keep asking myself why I did that, but, every time I do that, I end up crying. Life has been very hard without you. I wake up in the morning, hoping to see your face, but you’re not there. Every time there’s a thunderstorm, I remember our first kiss. My God… you took me in your arms and I felt like I was being pulled away from this world. After that, all I could think of was seeing you again, kissing you again, touching you, feeling you…

  You were right to accuse me of not trusting you. I am usually a lot less insecure than that. I was just scared of losing you. But please, try to understand, Jake. It’s happened to me before. I’m not saying you’re the same as that moron I used to date. It’s just that you and Allison had been together for a lifetime. I found it hard to believe you wouldn’t get back together with her. Yeah, I know… You said you wouldn’t. I should have believed you back then. I regret it now.

  I heard that song you mentioned to me that night. God… I can’t even begin to describe how I felt; so full of pain, so emotional, that I started crying before the first chorus. Then that chorus hurt more: much more. Because no one will hold me from dark until dawn, baby. No one will love me like you. You never said it, but you didn’t have to. I saw the love in your eyes, Jake. I saw it when you talked to me, when you made love to me. I saw it in your tears, the day I came by the bar. I heard it in your voice. God, how I’ve missed that voice… I miss you so much… I’ve never missed anyone so much in my whole life.

  I love you with every beat of my heart.

  All my love,

  Holly”

  31

  “He’s never going to call you, sugar. You’d better suck it up: move on; this is not healthy.” Cathy’s emphatic tone did not go down well with Holly. Heated arguments between the two friends had become part of their everyday routine. Place or time didn’t matter. Holly claimed there was still hope, whereas Cathy expressed her doubts. As usual, she was being quite blunt. “Man, I’ve met my fair share of stubborn people, but this guy? He’s as stubborn as a mule.”

  “Here we go again,” Holly sighed, gazing out her living room window. “You call him that every time we meet. Aren’t you tired of repeating yourself?”

  “Not when it comes to him. You made one mistake: just one.” She raised her index finger in the air. “And he doesn’t want to forgive you. Doesn’t he make mistakes? Who is he, God?”

  “Why don’t you put yourself in his shoes?” Holly would still not raise her voice, preferring to look up into the cloudy, evening sky. “What would you do if you found out your boyfriend doesn’t trust you?”

  “I don’t know, Holly,” Cathy sighed (it now being her turn to do so), using a sweeter tone than before, as she handed her friend a mug of tea. “I wouldn’t like it. That’s for sure. But, break up with him? I don’t think so.”

  “I broke up with him.” Holly corrected her, lifting the mug to her lips. “I hurt him; I said he wasn’t true.”

  “He has too much pride,” Cathy concluded. “That pride has built a wall between you.”

  “He’s a military man,” Holly stated, turning to her friend. “He may be retired, but, in his heart, Jake will always be a marine.”

  “So, what: marines are made of stone?” Cathy’s voice was reeking of sarcasm. “They’re human, aren’t they?”

  “Seriously, are you pretending to not understand?” Holly wondered, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “I insulted his honor. That’s the worst thing you can do to a man like him.”

  “I thought honorable men didn’t hang out with criminals,” Cathy scoffed.

  “Jesus!” Holly replied in a raised her tone, shaking her head. “You don’t let up, do you? That ‘criminal’ saved his life the other day. Jake would be dead if it hadn’t been for Marshall.”

  “You’ve told that story a million times already,” Cathy complained.

  “That’s because we’ve had the same conversation a million times already,” Holly remarked, furrowing her brows. “Frankly? I’m sick and tired of arguing about the same things, over and over. I know how you feel. Just stop reminding me on a daily basis, okay?”

  “I’m only looking out for you, honey,” Cathy said in a much nicer tone, raising her hand to her friend’s face. “You haven’t been the same since you guys broke up. You don’t smile anymore. You don’t eat. You hardly sleep. You always bring him up. Why are you do
ing this to yourself?”

  “Because: it’s the only way for me to feel closer to him,” Holly replied, her voice low and wobbly, as tears welled up in her eyes. “Every time I talk about him, I think he’ll just…” She faltered. “Walk through that door.”

  “Awww; baby,” Cathy whispered, opening her arms. She took her in her embrace, as two tears rolled down Holly’s cheeks.

  “I’m sorry, Cathy,” Holly said, her voice broken as she rested her head on her friend’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

  “I’m sorry,” Cathy put a little force in her own voice. “I should be trying to change the subject, instead of calling him names all the time.”

  “Could you go get me some water?” Holly politely requested. “I don’t feel so good.”

  “What’s wrong?” Cathy spoke, a touch of worry in her tone as she leaned back.

  “I’m fine,” Holly sighed, wiping her tears off her face. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

  “Sit down,” Cathy whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

  Holly bent her knees, attempting to ease her mug down on the living room table to the right, as her friend made her way towards her kitchen; but as she did, the world around her darkened. She closed her eyes, as the mug slipped through her fingers. It landed on the table. Hot tea spilled all over it and the carpet, as Holly’s body swayed backwards. She landed hard and flat on her back, her arms close to her waist, her legs slightly apart.

  “Holly!” Cathy’s voice was riddled with tension and fear, as she sprinted across the living room. “Oh, my God!” she cried, dropping to her knees beside her friend. “Open your eyes, baby. Come on. Open your eyes for me,” her words tumbled over each other as she gently slapped her friend. Holly’s eyelids twitched. Cathy cupped her cheek and put her free hand on her wrist.