Crimes of Passion : An Erotic Romance Story (6 page)

Addison grabbed Kelly’s hand and pulled him through
a small doorway in the alley. They climbed up a twisted flight of stairs to the second floor, although John was having a hard time keeping his hands off of her. Addison opened a door and pulled Kelly into a barren apartment. The only sign of life was a bed with white, rumpled linens, and a small desk messed with papers in the corner.

“
Is this where you live?” Kelly asked.

“Not exactly
,” Addison answered, kissing Kelly on the mouth before she lay down in the stranger’s bed. She looked up at John with a temptress’s eyes, filled with desire, and whispered, “Have your way with me John Kelly.”

John removed his shirt and jacket, and stood before her for a moment. She arched her back and curled her body, anticipating his touch. Kelly lowered himself on top of her and slowly undid her lace bodice, passionately kissing her neck, as his fingers worked their magic. She moaned softly in his ear, and her hands explored his strong shoulders, his upper arms, and the back of his neck.

When Kelly was done, he opened her corset, revealing her ample, porcelain breasts. He took one deep in his mouth and began to massage her other nipple with his idle hand. Her breasts were soft, and Kelly took his time making love to them. Addison twisted underneath his body as he put his mouth on her, and her legs began to slowly rub together.

“Would you like
me to kiss you lower?” he asked, sliding back as he kissed down her stomach, settling just above her hips.

“Yes, yes please,” she begged, curling
her fingers in his hair.

John
tucked his fingers around the waist of Addison’s skirt and slowly pulled it down. He ran his hands across her smooth pale legs, before settling himself between her thighs. Her beautiful lips were already dripping in ecstasy, and Kelly slid his tongue between them as he leaned down to taste her. Like everything else about her, she was incredibly sweet. Addison cried out at the new sensation, and Kelly’s cock grew larger at the thought of pleasing her more. Her legs wrapped around the back of his neck, and Kelly guided his tongue up and down. She used one hand to guide his head, while she used the other to rub over her swollen breasts. Her nipples hardened in the chill of the air.

After
Kelly inserted his tongue as far as it would go, Addison began to slowly rock her hips back and forth. She writhed in delight as Kelly ate from her, and if this was only his tongue, she could only imagine what else he had in store for her. Kelly’s tongue danced around her clitoris, and the blood rushed to Addison’s cheeks.

“
My god,” she cried as Kelly continued to go down on her, as she got wetter and wetter at his touch. When Kelly couldn’t take it anymore, he removed his pants revealing his massive erection. Addison spread her legs, eager to take him in, and Kelly climbed on top of her. He grabbed her legs and placed her ankles by his shoulders.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, but Addison’s face revealed no hints of hesitation. He thrust himself inside of her and her tight warmth wrapped around him.
It was even better than he expected; he only hoped that he could hold out long enough to satisfy them both. She was already dripping.

Addison
cried out as he penetrated her--- Kelly looked down to make sure she was alright--- then she tilted her hips back so he could fit himself deeper inside of her. A devious smile turned on her face as he continued to thrust, and her tongue ran across her upper lip.

“You feel so
amazing,” she said, writhing in heat. “No man’s ever made me feel this way before.”

John
was aroused by the compliment, and he collapsed over her so he could stare longingly into her eyes as he made love to her---
as he fucked her
. She pulled him down for a long, passionate kiss. As his pelvis pounded her harder and harder, their lips locked, and a guttural cry rose from the back of Addison’s throat.

Kelly’s orgasm was building strong---
stronger than it had been when he made love to Melody--- and the look on Addison’s face told him that she was almost there as well.

“
Turn me over John…” she whispered.

Kelly
flipped Addison onto her stomach and pulled her ass towards him. He looked down at her backside, and her beautiful pussy was just begging to be entered again. She arched her back, and pushed into him, and Kelly filled her over and over with his large, throbbing cock until she screamed. Her full breasts bounced with each impact, and her perfect ass shook in his hands as he squeezed. Addison’s cries became louder as she approached the end, and John matched her with increasing intensity.  He felt the heat rising up inside of himself, and his erection slid in and out of her without any friction. Addison shouted Kelly’s name when she finally went over the edge, allowing Kelly to arch his back and fill her at last with his hot wet cum.

Their bodies convulsed, in a tandem orgasm, and Kelly slowly pulled his
erection from Addison. His ejaculate trickled down her slim white thighs, though she smoothed the excess with her hands. Kelly’s body tingled, as the rest of the wave ran through him, and Addison’s pelvis still curled as the memory of her orgasm faded away. He ran his hands up and down her perfect body before collapsing in the bed.

As his
breathing slowed, Addison wrapped herself in the crumpled white sheets. She looked into his eyes and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. John wrapped his arm around her and inhaled the sweet aroma of her floral-scented hair.

“That was…
” he began.

“
Incredible…” she replied.

John breathed a sigh of relief, and they both laughed. He pulled her on top of him, and within
the depths of Addison‘s soft blue eyes, Kelly noticed a splash of vulnerability in the moment. Her body trembled, and she pressed her forehead against his.

“I think I
’m falling in love with you John Kelly,” she said softly. “You’re the one I want to be with.”

“
I’ve already fallen for you Addison” he whispered back, pushing Addison’s hair back behind her ear. Kelly paused for a moment, there was something stirring in the back of his mind that could not be ignored. “But how are we going to break the news to Stride?”

“Just give me
a few days,” she answered breathlessly, laying her head on Kelly’s strong chest and dancing her fingers along his abdomen. “I’ll find a way to take care of Edmund.”

By the time Kelly arrived at the law university it was already half past one. Edmund Stride was anxiously pacing around the front of the classroom while Avery Nichols sat at the window, playing the role of lookout. Peter Chapman and Marcus Eddowes were solemn, playing a brief round of cards, when Kelly burst through the door.

“Sorry I’m late,” Kelly said
, stopping in front of Nichols and Stride.

“
At last, Mr. Kelly. I’m sorry, was there a more pressing matter you had to attend to in your idle time rather than meeting us
here at the university at noon
?” Stride asked, sardonically. “Glad you don’t let a little fuss like a dead whore’s murder throw off your whole fucking day. That attitude will serve you nicely in prison.”

Nichols obviously hadn’t told
Edmund about Addison--- and Avery only knew the half of it. If Stride found out Kelly had even walked Addison home, it would be like pouring kerosene on the fire. Kelly stood before the group with a target across his chest.

“I had to
stop home so my mother would know I was alright,” he replied calmly, “I told her I didn’t come home last night because I was at the library studying for exams with the lot of you. I thought we needed a reasonable alibi, in case---”

“
In case what, Kelly? In case we got stopped by police? In case we needed to form a plan of some kind? Maybe you should’ve checked with the lot of us before you made up
our
bloody alibi--- you sodding idiot!” Stride hurled the eraser for the black board at the opposite wall. “Especially since there are no fucking exams at the university for another three weeks!”

“Kelly you do realize, if this gets out that we were
all at Lancaster’s pub last night, you are suspect number one,” Eddowes said, backing Stride.

“He’s right Kelly, you were the one alone with Melody
all night,” Chapman added. “You were the last one to see her alive.”

“Are you fucking kidding
me mates?” Kelly intervened looking around the room. “What do you mean I was the last to see her alive? Weren’t we all in the same room?”

“Yeah, high as kites! Wasted out of our bloody minds!
And even if we saw something John, we can’t be for sure. Ether is a hallucinogenic drug. The Ripper himself could’ve been in there last night and we might not bloody know it,” Eddowes replied.

“
But an intelligent, sexually frustrated individual of society, it’s starting to sound a bit like you Kelly,” Stride attacked. “You know, John…Jack…say, how are you with a knife?”

“What about you?!”
Kelly snapped, turning the tables on his nemesis. “You’re the misogynist who takes up with prostitutes when he has a perfectly good fiancée at home. You talk about women like they’re miserable cattle. You’re a spoiled trust-fund brat. You’re off your ass half the time on ether. And you get drunk and play at the card tables five nights a week! So what about you, Edmund?! Where’s your playing deck?! Is it missing a few cards there mate?!”

Stride lunged at Kelly, and Avery Nichols
forced himself between them.

“Alrigh
t, now everybody just calm down!” Nichols shouted, grabbing each of the men violently by their shirt collars. “John, Edmund, sit down this instant.”

The gentlemen were startled by the mild-mannered Avery Nichols
’s sudden spurt of aggression. Stride and Kelly continued to stare each other down after they sat on opposite sides of the circle. Edmund lit a cigarette and put his feet up on a chair, while Kelly took up a piece of chalk he found on the table.

“Give it here Kelly,” Nichols said, holding out his hand.

John tossed the piece of chalk to Avery, as he approached the board.

He began
slowly, “Gentlemen, as of right now, we are all suspects in this murder investigation. Every one of us had the time and opportunity to murder young Melody during the night, even if we didn’t have the motive. But I am sorry to say John, Peter and Marcus are right. You were the one who made love to her. You were the last to see her alive, so logically speaking, that makes you our prime suspect.”

Avery took up the chalk and wrote John’s name
across the board.

“
That’s bullocks!” Kelly shouted, becoming defensive. “I didn’t kill her!”

Chapman intervened,
“Settle yourself John, we aren’t accusing you. We just have to consider every possibility that the police will be considering. Don’t worry, we’ll get to me, Eddowes, Stride, Nichols, all of us later--- even the other girls that were in the room, or one of the other patrons, or the new Ripper--- but everything starts with you. The fact stands that you’re the one who shagged the poor girl last night. Your DNA is all over her.”

“So
tell us what you remember John…” Nichols said, looking seriously at his friend.

Kelly searched his mind for any
tangible evidence that would rule him out as a suspect, but all he had was the truth as he knew it.  “I saw her downstairs before we all gathered in the lounge. I thought she was pretty. We made eye contact, then she said hello to me on the way up the stairs. Obviously, then we all started getting high--- I choked on the ether because I wasn’t used to it, and the Absinthe made me feel like I was in a dream. After the girls were through kissing one another, Melody began attending to myself and Avery. Then, as soon as we all broke off, and Avery joined Stride, Melody and I went into the corner of the room and we made love.”

Stride kicked a chair.
“Jesus Christ Kelly, do you always have to play the sad, pathetic poet? You fucked the girl. There was no love involved. You didn’t know her, you were inexperienced, and you were so high I’m surprised you even found the right hole.”

“Why, were you
even watching Edmund?” Kelly pressed, feeling more heat rising under his collar. “You did say the Ripper was a puff…”

“She was a whore Kelly! She would’
ve sold herself to an elephant if it was highest bidder--- she didn’t give a shit about you! You’re just lucky you didn’t have to pay the bill!”

Kelly raged and shoved his desk forward. “Are you saying
she deserved it?!”

“
Melody was a prostitute. She dressed provocatively, and flashed her genitalia from every sodding street corner---the only reason her death is getting this much recognition is because people think she’s another serial victim. And the sooner you get wise to that reality the better. People don’t take pity on her; they just love a good scandal. That’s why it’s not a total loss if this Ripper chap eventually slips through the police’s fingers. There is no justice for the sinners.”