Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “Good point.” He agreed. “What do you mean by ‘perfect’?”

  “Well, first of all, I wouldn’t be wearing my biker outfit.” Melissa joked. “Go wait for me by the pool. Please?” She chirped.

  “Fine.” Bruce reluctantly agreed.

  “This girl is full of surprises. First, last night. Now, this? She’s weird. But I like her. I never liked predictable women who do everything by the book. Use your imagination, girls. Don’t expect the guy to do everything. I still don’t know why she’s not been dating. What the hell is wrong with the guys in Vegas? Are they blind or something?”

  The swimming pool was rather small for an estate of that size. There was a white, aluminum table under the balcony to the right, with two chairs on either side. Bruce waited patiently for Melissa, but in the meantime, he kept imagining her in regular clothes. Up until then, he had not seen her wear anything other than her leather outfit. Tapping his fingers on the aluminum chair closer to him, he heard a faint sound, like something light had landed on the floor around him. But Bruce did not have the time to look for the source. A large splash at the pool startled him. Two seconds later, Melissa emerged from the water, in a scarlet bikini, sending his pulse rising. She was a sight for sore eyes, as she pushed her wet hair back from her face.

  “Look down to the left.” She spoke in a fruity voice, with a toothy smile on her beautiful face. Bruce indulged her, only to see two white towels and a pair of black swim trunks on top of them.

  “I borrowed that from my cousin, Sean.” Melissa said.

  “I didn’t see that coming.” He confessed.

  “Come on, what are you waiting for? Go put it on!” She urged, her tone high-pitched. Bruce was too excited to ask her where he could change. The wide corridor that led to the driveway would do just fine. In the few minutes that it took him to get rid of his uniform, he could not stop smiling.

  “What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment? Am I really that special, or is she doing everything because she’s not been in a relationship for so long? I’m not going to ask her. Hell, no. She might get upset. I don’t want to ruin this. It’s just a little too good.”

  Bruce was stunned to discover that Melissa had yet another surprise for him. She was sitting on the aluminum chair on the far side of the table, with a cold bottle of wine and two glasses in front of her, staring at the corridor that he was on, with a towel wrapped around her shoulders.

  “Hi, Houdini.” He teased her. His joke worked; Melissa quickly burst into loud laughter. In fact, she laughed so hard that she put her hand on her stomach.

  “Oh, come on!” She chuckled. “You took your time back there.”

  The sight of Bruce’s well-sculpted body forced her to stop laughing in a matter of seconds. Melissa swallowed hard, staring at his toned abs.

  “I thought you’d look good.” She murmured. “Just not that good.”

  “Thanks. So…” Bruce faltered, as he sat across from her. “Is this what you had in mind when you said ‘perfect’? Me in swim trunks and you jumping off the balcony?”

  Once more, Melissa laughed heartily.

  “Yeah, more or less.” She giggled. “Come on, you have to admit you’re having fun.”

  “I am.” He muttered. “I was just not expecting any of this.”

  “It’s not much.” Melissa commented, leaning towards him. “I’m just trying to impress you.”

  “You went through all this trouble to impress me?” Bruce pointed to himself.

  “Yeah.” She chirped, pouring some wine into his glass. “Why’s that so strange?”

  “It’s never happened to me before.” He spoke in a firm tone.

  “No surprises there.” Melissa laughed, picking up her glass. “I mean, who would do that for you? A biker? I don’t think you’d like that.”

  It was Bruce’s turn to burst into laughter.

  “No.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t.”

  “Here’s to a new start.” She proposed a toast, puzzling him. Wondering what she meant by that, he picked up his glass, but he would not ask her to elaborate.

  “To a new start.” He said with a grin, clanking his glass into hers. Melissa drank a few sips and put her glass back down on the table. It was there that the look in her eyes changed. It was so serious that for a moment, Bruce thought that she had a confession to make. But that wasn’t the case. She put her hands on the edges of the table and pulled it towards her, before slowly rising to her curvaceous, 5’6” figure, maintaining eye contact with him. Melissa moved around; two steps brought her closer to him. She raised her left leg over him and sat on his lap.

  “It’s up to you now.” She whispered, her voice filled with desire, putting her hands on his shoulders.

  “What’s that?” He asked in a raspy tone.

  “To make this night perfect.” Her short, seductive reply was all the incentive that he needed. Bruce wrapped his long arms around her as she leaned her head towards him. Their lips locked in a long, soft kiss. His body tingled at her light touch. Bruce glided his hands up and down her back, feeling her wet skin in his palms. Everything she had done that night had impressed and excited him. Now, he had to show her that he could turn a good date into an unforgettable date.

  Eager to feel her big breasts on his chest, he pulled her closer. His cock began to twitch, as Melissa’s nipples made contact with his skin. But her reaction to that sent his senses into a frenzy. She let out a deep sigh, feeling the hard muscles of his chest. Bruce had a raging erection in seconds. Their kiss soon grew more demanding. Melissa’s touch was no longer light. She squeezed the firm flesh of his shoulders, pressing her crotch against his groin. Filling his nostrils with her feminine scent, he undid her bikini bra. Melissa tilted her head back, accommodating him.

  “I’ll do everything.” Bruce whispered, as he kissed her on the chin. He slid his hands up her back and stopped them on the back of her head. Gently biting her chin, he ran his fingers through her hair. He could feel Melissa’s nipples hardening, as he trailed heated kisses along her throat. Bruce removed his hands from her head altogether, desperate to touch her large, luscious breasts. He put them on her hips. Kissing her on the chest, he collected a few drops of water with his lips, running his hands up her midsection. As much as he wanted to marvel at her breasts, he would not open his eyes. Bruce preferred to fill his palms with her delectable flesh, trailing long, sensual kisses across her chest. A gentle squeeze on her breasts forced Melissa to tilt her head almost all the way back and bite her lower lip.

  “God, it feels so good.” A deep sigh escaped her. Pressing her breasts together, he stuck his tongue out. He would love to focus on them only; Melissa’s erect nipples were begging for his attention. Still, the temptation of touching her other erogenous zones was too hard to resist. Bruce’s right hand crept around her chest, while his other hand got busy by rubbing her nipple. He ran circles around her breast, stroking and teasing her nipple, as his hand slowly slid down her back. Bruce untied her bikini panties and tossed them away. Closing his mouth over her nipple, he cupped her left butt cheek. He grabbed and held on to it, as he gently bit Melissa’s erogenous zone and pulled it towards him. Her long sighs were quickly turning into soft moans. She was rocking her hips back and forth, as if she wanted to feel Bruce’s erection on her crotch. Melissa tilted her head forward, seeking his lips. Feeling her wet mouth on his left cheek, Bruce tilted his head up. Their fervent kiss sent shivers down his spine.

  Too aroused to stay on that chair, he entwined his arms around her back. Holding her tight, Bruce slowly rose. Then, he slowly turned his body to the right. Going on his knees, he eased Melissa down on her back. He leaned back and sat back on his feet, hooking his thumbs into the sides of his swim trunks. But then, she did something that drove his senses wild. Melissa brought her legs up to her chest, exposing her pussy and part of her butt cheeks, looking up at him with unbridled lust. Bruce licked his lips like a hungry predator, as he got up. He got rid of his swimw
ear in a hurry and sat back on his knees once more, gazing at her long, shapely legs. Melissa opened them slightly, putting her hands on her breasts. Bruce fixed his gaze on her pussy. Her juices were shining on her labia. Closing his eyes, he leaned towards her. Placing his hands on her upper outer thighs, he laid a long, sensual kiss on her right inner thigh. Melissa’s body tightened, as he caressed her legs. She squeezed her breasts, moaning louder, quivering at his touch. With the scent of her pussy juices getting stronger by the second, Bruce kissed her flesh, sliding his hands up and down her legs. Reaching the crook between her pussy and her thigh, he gently bit it. Melissa squeezed her eyes shut, enjoying the attention on her erogenous zones. Still, with his mouth so close to her pussy, he could not resist the temptation of tasting her.

  Bruce stuck his tongue out. The tip landed on her entrance. Melissa was soaking wet. He ran it up her pussy, collecting her juices, sending her into ecstasy. She squeezed her eyes shut, jolting up. Leaning against her left shoulder, she reached her arm forward and put her hand on his head. Melissa grabbed a fistful of his hair, as Bruce laid short, hot kisses on her labia. Feeling a large drop of precum leak out of the tiny hole on the cockhead, he took his right hand off of her leg. He led it to her pussy, running his tongue up and down her pussy lips.

  “Oh, my God!” Melissa moaned even louder, wrapping her legs around his neck, as the tip of his tongue touched her hard, swollen clit. Flicking his tongue across it, he pushed his index finger slowly in her tight pussy, sensing the sweet taste of her juices in his mouth. Melissa bit her lower lip, tilting her head back, groaning with pleasure. By now, Bruce’s 7.5-inch cock was rock hard. Precum had pooled on the head and two drops of it were flowing down the sides of his thick shaft. With her juices flooding his finger, he trapped her clit between his teeth. A gentle bite sent Melissa closer to heaven. Gripping his hair harder, she squeezed her eyes shut.

  “I’m coming, baby!” She screamed. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

  Her sexy voice encouraged him to quicken his pace. Bruce even slipped his middle finger in her pussy and began to push his fingers in and out of her faster. Melissa pinched her nipple, breathing harder by the second. Her pussy muscles were flexing uncontrollably, as he continued to lick her clit in circular motion. She pushed him down onto her, as she came in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Bruce’s fingers were drenched with her juices. He flicked his tongue across her erogenous zone one last time, filled with a sense of pride. But Bruce needed release. His big, stiff cock was throbbing. He did not mind the hard floor; he had to have her.

  Bruce sat up. He placed his hands on Melissa’s knees and pulled her closer. She removed her hand from her breast and leaned against her shoulders. Then, he gripped his cock, looking right into her big, blissful eyes. He led it to her entrance, leaning towards her, as she put her feet against his chest. Bruce’s manhood pushed through the moist folds of her womanhood. She spread her legs a little more. The sensation of her wetness on his shaft made Bruce bite his lower lip. Melissa had been honest with him. It felt really tight; clearly, she had not been with a man for a while. She wrapped her legs around his waist, willing to feel him all the way in.

  “Awwww! God, you’re so deep… So deep inside me.” She moaned, as her pussy engulfed his entire cock. Melissa curled her index finger. Bruce would not say “no” to her. He leaned forward, sliding his hands up her midsection, stroking her with long, deep strokes. She entwined her arms around his back, before he pressed her lips against her mouth. Lost in the magic of her passionate, fiery kiss, Bruce stopped his hands on her chest. Sensing her long fingernails being dug into the firm flesh of his upper back, he squeezed her breasts. Her muffled moans in his mouth sent him one step closer to heaven. As much as he savored filling his palms with her big breasts, Bruce realized that he had barely touched her thighs. He took his right hand off of her breast and reached behind his back. Cupping her lower thigh, he slowly ran it up, until it reached her upper outer thigh and part of her butt cheek. He squeezed it first and then dug his short fingernails into her delectable flesh.

  “Faster, baby.” She urged, a lustful moan leaving her hot, wet lips. “Make me come again.”

  Once again, he would indulge her. Straight away, Bruce fastened his pace as yet another fervent kiss overwhelmed his senses. Caressing her leg, he began to thrust her, sending waves of pleasure through her curvy body. Feeling her pussy gripping his cock, Bruce explored her mouth with his tongue, as Melissa’s hands wandered over his massive back. His strong, tense muscles flexed with every push. She grabbed and held onto his lower back, as his short, hard thrusts were quenching her desire. By now, Bruce could hear the juicy sounds of his penetration. Melissa’s pussy juices were flowing down her butt cheeks. He could even feel them on his big, heavy balls, as they slapped against her ass. She slid her hands further down his back. Cupping his butt, she squeezed his flesh, forcing him to groan louder in her mouth. With his cock reaching her outer rim, she tilted her head back, ending their kiss.

  “Yeah, baby!” She screamed. Bruce sensed that her second orgasm was close. The moisture and the heat of her pussy had increased and her grip on his back was even tighter. Bruce had never felt such heat on his shaft. Much to his pleasure, he had turned her on too much. Even though he was curious to feel her lips on his manhood, he would not let her do that. Bruce loved her incredible body so much that worshipping her erogenous zones was enough to give him a raging erection. His breath got faster by the second. Their moans tore the silence of the night. Melissa’s shuddering orgasm literally ripped through her, as Bruce continued to pound her pussy. Her loud screams filled his ears. He could not withhold his own climax. Bruce pulled out; a huge shot of semen spurted out of his quivering cock in several streams of whitish liquid. He collapsed onto her, gasping for breath.

  6

  Melissa rewarded him with a kiss on his lips, before a blissful smile spread across her face. Her brown eyes glimmered, as she looked up at him.

  “You.” She gasped. “You did it. It was great.”

  “Thanks.” He returned the smile. “You were amazing.”

  “But I didn’t do anything.” Melissa sounded surprised.

  “You didn’t have to.” Bruce shook his head sideways, once, lowering his tone. “I would have sex with you on a bed of nails. You’re so pretty… So sexy…”

  “Awww, you have to stop being so cute, Mr.” She purred like a contented cat. “You might regret it.”

  “Why would I?” He laughed.

  “Because you’re making me want to…” Melissa faltered. “Do things to you.”

  “Ok, hold that thought.” Bruce murmured, averting his gaze from her. He looked around him. Their surroundings amused him.

  “Damn.” He snorted. “I can’t believe I just had sex by the pool.”

  “Let’s not talk about the past.” She suggested, as she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back. Bruce leaned back and eventually got up, maintaining eye contact with her. Before he could speak though, Melissa had something more to say to him.

  “I realized something when we were on that cliff.” She spoke in a calm tone, rising as well. “You got secrets. Well, so do I. Who doesn’t? But, I think we’re good together. We have something in common. We make each other laugh.”

  “I can’t argue with that.” He admitted.

  “So, is it?” Melissa inquired.

  “Is it? Is it what?” Bruce squinted at her, confused.

  “Is a woman riding a Harley hot?” She elaborated.

  “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He confessed. “I could spend hours watching you on that bike.”

  “Really?” Melissa sounded surprised. “I thought men liked staring at women in bikinis or short skirts.”

  “Men can be different, Melissa.” Bruce stated. “Some like blondes, some others, like me, prefer brunettes. Take a look at Matt. He left with your friend last night. She’s cute, but I don’t like her that much. She’s a little too blon
de for my taste. Not all of us like the same things in women. I think you know what I mean.”

  “I do.” She smiled up at him, taking one step closer. Melissa put her hands into his palms and bent her head towards him, finally resting it on his chest. She closed her eyes, tightening her grip on his hands.

  “Mmm, this feels so good.” She whispered. “I could stay in this moment for hours.”

  “Me, too.” He replied, burying his face in her hair. “I don’t think I’m going to go to L.A.”

  “L.A.?” Melissa whispered, leaning back, a hint of fear in her voice.

  “Yeah, me and Matt were planning to go to Malibu next week.” Bruce explained. “I don’t know about him, but I want to stay here.”

  “Stick around, then.” She chirped, as a happy smile lit up her face. “Ok, I got to ask.” Melissa continued. “What did you do before you joined that MC?”

  “That’s a long story.” He said. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”

  “Yeah.” She nodded.

  “I was a straight A student in high school. I got into Yale medical school in 2004. I wanted to be a doctor. When I got home for Christmas that year, I met Vincent Burrows, the MC President. I saw him on the street one day. He rode a Fat Boy. I love that bike. Anyway, we talked about Harleys. Before I knew it, he was teaching me engines. I spent hours every day, studying everything about pistons, thunder-headers and everything related to motorcycles. I discovered that fixing them was a lot more fun than fixing people. I dropped out of college a few days later.” Bruce spoke in sighs.

  “I didn’t know you liked them so much.” Melissa whispered.

  “Neither did I.” He muttered. At that moment, the faint sound of a cell phone ringing got their attention.

  “Oh, shoot.” She complained. “I left my phone upstairs. Don’t go anywhere.”

  Bruce reflected on the events of the night, watching her walk away from him. He was happy; as a matter of fact, he was having so much fun with Melissa that he had completely forgotten about the stolen money and Frank Howard. Bruce wanted to stay there for even more than two weeks. However, he knew that if he spent more time in Las Vegas, he would have to face many angry customers. They would not forgive his absence and probably choose someone else to fix their motorcycles.