CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tabitha and her sex-laden chatter had me arriving home swollen. The martini had helped. The first thing I did was drop in on Aidan in his music room. I found him ripping into one of his wild licks. I loved hearing the raw and raucous notes bouncing off the walls and how his pelvis pushed hard against the back of the red guitar as if he were making love to it.
I wiped my brow. His bulging biceps flexed, all veiny and hard, while his fingers ran up and down the fret board. His hair had fallen onto his face, his eyes were closed, and those luscious sculptured lips, apart and moist. Mm… I’d seen that look before.
He opened his big blue eyes, and as always, robbed me of air. Would he ever stop doing that to me? I wondered. He was about to put his guitar down, but I shook my head and motioned for him to continue playing.
Aidan was an avid musician. When he wasn’t running his business, he was in his studio, firing up his guitar. There were also quieter, reflective moments when Aidan would balance his acoustic guitar on his muscular thighs, exploring new riffs. He had so much talent I wondered why Aidan wasn’t a professional musician.
But then, bristling at the thought of women throwing themselves and their panties at him, I was glad he wasn’t. As selfish as that seemed.
By his own admission, Aidan suffered from stage fright, which came as a surprise. It didn’t show at my father’s wedding or at the Red House, where I first watched him perform. I told him as such, but he just shrugged it off and spoke of his newfound passion for writing songs.
I loved watching him place dots on sheet music. I quickly learned that Aidan was equally as driven and focused on music as he was in his business. If not more. His virtuosity and flare made him one truly gifted musician. I’d lost track of how many times I told him that. He’d just smile and deny it. It wasn’t false modesty. Aidan was blessed with humility.
Was there anything about Aidan that was rotten?
His temper wasn’t great. But then, without fire in his belly, he would not be such a smoking-hot lover.
Dressed in my silk chinoiserie, I decided to treat Aidan and model one of my lacy purchases. The red lace teddy sent a feverish shiver through me at the thought of what Aidan would do to me. Rather fittingly, I was stretched out on the chaise longue, reading erotic short stories by Anaïs Nin.
Aidan entered the room and cast me one of his irresistible smiles. “I think it’s time we get Chris to do a painting of you like that.”
I pointed to the many studies of Aidan and me already on the walls. “I don’t know if I could stand another painting of me,” I replied.
“I could. And you look like something out of a dream at the moment.”
“Instead of me, I’d like a painting of you playing your guitar. You look so sexy, Aidan, when you play.”
He smiled sweetly. “Maybe.”
I placed my book down and watched him approach me. Aidan wore a Led Zeppelin T-shirt that stretched around his big shoulders, while his jeans hugged those strong, athletic thighs.
I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent of herbal shampoo and male, which, as always made me dissolve. Blood pumped down below my navel as I made room for him on the chaise longue.
He undid my hair, making it cascade over my shoulders. His hand stroked my neck then crept down shoulders. Hungry for his fingers, my flesh puckered while, straining against the lace, my nipples hardened.
Aidan’s heavy gaze reflected my longing. His fingers slid over the slippery silk that covered me. He ran his tongue along my lower lip before settling on my mouth. His lips, warm and moist, softened on contact before crushing mine as passion took over. Our tongues swam together. I loved tasting him and how he played with me so suggestively. I’d forgotten to breathe.
As his hand slipped under my silk gown, I exhaled tightly. When he felt the roughness of the lace he undid the tie of my gown, and like water, it fell to my feet.
He hissed. His eyes darkened with lust. “Baby, let me look at you.”
My heavy breasts poured out of the skimpy outfit.
“Stand up and dance for me, princess.”
Aidan went and sat on the bed ready for my little performance. I sashayed toward him, and he opened his legs to make room for his hardening cock. I stood before him and swayed my hips.
“Mm… that’s so sexy,” he rasped.
As my hips gyrated in front of him, he unzipped his jeans. He kicked his jeans off, and I saw his eager cock pleading to be freed.
“T-shirt.” I pointed at his torso.
He lifted it over his head, and my eyes moved from his eyes to that rippling pectorals and to his cock.
My thighs were damp as I watched his glistening cock, bluey red, veins distended. I salivated. His heady, earthy scent of male arousal was like a drug. I pulsated with the pain of excitement.
I sat on his lap and placed my breasts in his face, my nipples erupting, ready for his ravishing lips.
“You set me on fire, baby. The more of a woman you become, the sexier. And these tits make me so hard.” His face buried into my breasts, his hot lips and tongue leaving trails of warm moisture over my nipples. Instead of undoing the lace to my teddy, he pulled it off roughly, making the delicate fabric rip, freeing my heated flesh.
Just like all my lingerie, my little outfit lasted barely a few minutes around Aidan. There were plenty where that came from, I thought, quietly amused. That was part of the game, dancing around until he was so engorged with need, he became animalistic.
His ravishing tongue drove inside me. A moan trembled through me. His hands grasped my bottom as he groaned into my sex. My fingers twirled deliriously through his hair as I pushed his head deeply into me. He fluttered his tongue over my bud, sucking and licking, one flickering impulse after another until I turned to jelly and quivered a creamy release into his mouth. I fell into his arms.
He wiped his mouth on my thigh. “It’s music. Hearing you come. Your sweet little whimpers that build into groans send my cock crazy, angel.”
If his tongue and fingers were earth shattering, then the thought of having him plunder me, shook the very foundation of my whole universe.
I stroked his throbbing cock. It was lubricated with pre-cum and I licked the head. Aidan moaned and fell back on the bed. I took him in deep, having learned to relax my throat. He was so big my mouth stretched to its limits.
“Ah…” he groaned. I could smell his build-up. I knew when he was about to erupt, for the veins pulsated on my tongue. He pulled out. “It’s making me want to blow. Open your legs wide. Let me look at your drenched little cunt.” I did as he asked, and he held his cock in his hand. “Play with yourself, baby.”
My finger circled around my swollen button.
He held up two fingers. “Enter yourself.”
His jaw tightened, his eyes were ablaze with arousal. I was so wet that my fingers slid in and out. He took my finger and sucked it. “Your tight little pussy is made of honey, sexy girl.”
He placed me on all fours, and on his knees, he positioned himself against me. I loved being taken this way. It was so deep, setting off an agonizing ache through me.
“I need to go hard, Clarissa.”
“Please,” I whimpered.
His hands cupped my breasts as he thrust into me sharply. I gasped at the pleasurable stretch. My head dropped back and my eyes watered from the delicious ache. I was tingly and my blood hot. Every nerve was on edge, letting off little sparks. The friction was intense as he pounded into me. Aidan’s breath was rough and uneven. His groans turned into growls as he took me with the need of one who’d been starved, which wasn’t the case, considering I’d swallowed an eruption out of him for breakfast.
As he drove hard into me, stars poured down behind my eyes. The build-up soared as his rampaging cock found new parts to plunder. Each thrust made my muscles spasm uncontrollably, as I clenched his hardness tight. I lifted off and came back. Each time I stayed away longer, until I became such a dribbling mess that I surrendered entirely and was swept by a hot wave of time-stretching bliss. My moans lengthened into a scream as my body convulsed in pleasure that swallowed me whole.
My name erupted out of Aidan’s lips as he trembled through his own thunderous explosion. His jaw was tight and his head had fallen back.
We crashed into each other’s arms.
When we returned back to earth, Aidan kissed me tenderly.
Aidan lay on his side and pushed hair away from my face. “You are so damn addictive, Clarissa. I can’t get enough of you, my love.”
I ran my fingers over his bulging bicep. “I feel the same, Aidan. You leave me breathless.”