CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
It turned out that Aidan had an apartment not far from the Red House. Not in the mood for driving, he suggested we stay there. I was fine with that. Even a garbage dump would have been acceptable as long as Aidan was there.
“Sara’s friendly. I’d enjoy meeting them for dinner,” I said.
Aidan had his arm around my waist as we sauntered along. Although he’d had a few drinks, too many to drive, he didn’t show any signs of being drunk. I sensed Aidan held his liquor well. Like my father, who was also partial to a drink or two, Aidan never slurred his words or stumbled about.
“She’s a vegan. She cooks these colorful, elaborate meals.” Aidan laughed. “I always have to grab a cheeseburger on the way home.”
I giggled. “I’m the same. I tried to do the vegetarian thing at college, but I got so iron deficient I couldn’t get out of bed.”
Aidan turned and regarded me at length. “There’s so much I have yet to discover about you, Clarissa Moone. I’m excited at the prospect of doing just that.” Aidan smiled radiantly.
“That makes two of us. There’s much I don’t know about you, Aidan Thornhill.”
“I must say, you were pretty thick with my father there. I’m sure you weren’t just talking about the weather.”
“He told me that philandering was your way of dealing with the aftermath of Afghanistan.”
Aidan stopped walking. His face contorted. “What?”
“Well, those weren’t his words, but…”
We stopped at an apartment tower across from the beach. It was such a magnificent night. The fresh, breezy air had sobered me up, because unlike Aidan, I was a little drunk.
“We’re here.” Aidan swiped a card over the double glass doors.
It was a very modern building with a marble-floored entrance. The walls were filled with giant canvases of contemporary abstract art, very much like the corporate buildings downtown.
“We’ll continue this later,” said Aidan in a serious tone.
We were alone in the elevator. Aidan held me. And as I stood against the wall, he pressed against me, his lips ravishing mine. Like mouth sex, his tongue took possession. I was putty in his hands as his fingers crept under my dress. He squeezed my bottom before running his hungry fingers up my thigh, settling on my cleft. “Oh God, you’re wet, my little princess,” Aidan said with a heavy breath.
When the elevator stopped, Aidan extricated himself from me. I was a little disappointed. I wanted to have hard, quick sex against the wall just like in the movies.
On my wavelength, Aidan said, “As much as I’d love to ravage you right now, a comfortable bed is more fitting for what I plan to do to you.”
Yum. With that engorged erection throbbing on my thigh, all my muscles below my naval clenched in excited anticipation.
“This is your other home,” I said, standing by the full-length window. With nothing but the sea and sky in view, the room’s dimensions seemed infinite.
“It’s one of my homes. I have a few. I grew up around Venice Beach, so I’m fond of this one.”
“Are you really that rich?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.” Aidan took me in his arms. “Would you be with me if I wasn’t?”
I pulled away. My brows met furiously. “What do you think?”
Aidan laughed. “You’re even sexier with a pout. Come here, Princess.” He crooked his finger.
“There’s so much I don’t know about you, Aidan,” I said, sitting next to him on the sofa.
“What do you want to know?” He kissed me on the neck.
“Why did you leave your fiancée? Do you plan to use me?”
Aidan pulled away and frowned. “Shit, Clarissa.”
“Well, you asked.” I rose and moved about the large room.
Despite being more contemporary than I was used to, the room had many tasteful and attractive objects to absorb, namely, the enormous canvases of seascapes and abstracts. They were masterfully created, textured and painted in oils. And as with everything Aidan surrounded himself with, I was impressed.
Aidan grabbed two small bottles of Evian from the fridge. “Do you want a glass?” His face had softened, dropping that anguished look from a few moments earlier.
“No, I’m good.”
Aidan undid the cap for me and handed me the cold bottle.
I took a long sip. It was so refreshing and worked wonders for my pasty, dry mouth.
Aidan removed his shoes. Even his bare feet turned me on. “I left Jessica because I didn’t love her. I wasn’t attracted to her. For starters, our tastes diverged on everything. She liked modernist minimalism, and you’re aware of what I like.” Aidan’s lips curled up on one side.
“But different tastes are interesting,” I said.
“I wasn’t attracted to her. Simple.” Aidan’s eyes had that searing, carnal glint. “Clarissa, I’ve never met anyone like you before. I’m new to this.”
“So am I,” I said softly.
Aidan took me into his arms. I buried my head in his neck while he stroked my hair. “I’m crazy about you, Clarissa. I thought of little else. When you pushed me away last week, I lost it. I couldn’t concentrate. I’ve got a lot on my plate as well.” He sighed. “I had it so bad. I needed a session with Kieren just to get through the week.”
“Is he your psychologist?” I asked.
He nodded slowly. “Did my dad tell you?”
“He mentioned that you had one, mainly for issues related to the army.”
“Fuck.” Aidan pushed his hair back.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone’s got a therapist these days. It shows that you’re trying to become a better person.”
“Do you want me to become a better person?” he asked.
“I like you the way you are. It’s just that I don’t know you that well.”
He approached the sofa again and sat close. He stroked my face, his blue eyes drilling into me. “That makes two of us.”
Lost Aidan was just as magnetic as confident, unsinkable Aidan. If anything, his vulnerability made me want him more.
Emboldened by liquor, I reached for his trouser button. With my eyes firmly on his, I undid his zipper. His hooded gaze ate into me. He lowered his pants and stepped out of his boxers.
Aidan stood before me. My breath hitched. I forgot how long and thick his penis was. I became breathless with anticipation. As I took it into my hand, it dwarfed my tiny hand. He grew steel hard, the veins pulsating in my palm.
He murmured, “Careful. I’m not going to last.”
Aidan lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom, placing me on the bed. He unzipped my dress. “I’ve been dying to remove this charming little number. My cock’s been aching all night, thinking about it.”
When he unclasped my bra, he growled. His eyes filled with hunger. “Oh my God, Clarissa. Each time is like the first time. How can someone be so fucking sexy?” His hands ran up my body, his eyes darkening with lust. “You steal my breath away.”
Aidan took my heavy breasts into his hands. He groaned heavily, his eyes never leaving my face. As he took my ripened nipples between his moistened lips, an electrical impulse headed straight to my sex. I turned to liquid.
He pulled down my panties. On a campaign to devour me, he buried his head between my thighs. Tingling and electrifying, his tongue masterfully stroked and rotated softly over my swollen clit. An extended sigh left my parted lips. Aidan’s two fingers entered and stars exploded before me.
His hard, hungry cock was next. I ached as my legs opened wide. My eyes half-closed, my body burned. Aidan wiped his creamy mouth on the back of his hand before ravaging my mouth, his tongue, flavored in my cream, plunged deeply—a rehearsal of what his cock was about to do.
Pressing urgently against me, his erection fell into my hand.
I directed him into my sticky entrance. The thick, wet head entered slowly. The stretch was so intense it stole my breath.
“Are you okay?” Aidan struggled to speak.
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered.
Aidan’s heart pounded hard against my ribcage. “My God, you feel amazing.”
We moved slowly, almost tentatively together. Aidan was being careful. He didn’t want to hurt me. All the while, his fervid gaze pierced me. A glint of vulnerability burned through. The deeper he entered, the more I could see in his eyes this burning need to possess me. In response, I drowned Aidan in my desire.
My nerve endings had become increasingly sensitive. With each thrust I soared higher and higher as I gripped his firm butt. His hard body fitted so well with mine.
I flexed my pelvis to meet Aidan’s penetration, which had grown deeper and harder. My toes curled tightly. The walls of my sex contracted wildly. The friction, the intense stretch of his rampaging cock set off a series of hot waves.
Spasms came in rapid succession. I relinquished gripping, and an overpowering swell grew with increasing intensity. My core tightened from the immense heat. My drugged body took off, gliding through jewel-like constellations, fireworks erupting in my mind. As my nails dug into Aidan’s curvy biceps, a stretched, uncontrollable moan came out of my lips.
“That’s it, Princess,” Aidan gasped.
Undergoing his own eruption, Aidan’s body trembled in my arms. Hot cream spurted, filling me. We tumbled in a wave together, Aidan holding me as he cried out my name.
We remained clasped together waiting for our senses to return.
“I’m sorry I came so quickly,” said Aidan. My head rested on his firm, undulating chest. His pounding heart vibrated through me.
“There’s no need to apologize, because I had two orgasms.”
“I love being inside of you. I’ve never known a woman who feels like you do. You’ve bewitched me, Clarissa. You have such a responsive pussy.”
“Is that a good thing?”
Aidan laughed. “Hell yeah… you’re a dream, my little angel. I love your innocence.” He kissed me. “Although you’re a natural when it comes to…” Aidan paused. “That’s the best bit.” He trailed his finger around my moistened lips.
“A natural when it comes to…?”
“I was going to say fucking. But it doesn’t seem the right word to describe what I meant.”
“I don’t mind. I love fucking you too. I never imagined it would be this enjoyable. Consider me a willing student.” I giggled.
“My princess, I don’t have to teach you anything. You’re doing just fine.” Aidan’s vivid blue eyes softened. “This is new for me as well, you know?”
“How so?”
“It’s the first time I’ve ever made love. With all the others, it was only fucking.” Aidan played with a strand of my hair. “Your flavor is so addictive. Your exquisite pussy is so pure. No one has been there.” Aidan whispered. “Nor will they if I have my way.”
What???
Even though it was all too soon, my heart exploded with such ferocity that hot blood raged through me.
That was the moment I dropped my guard and fell head over heels in love with Aidan Thornhill.
As my eyes fell on his half-erect penis a carnal thirst swept through me to drink him dry. I went to go down on him and Aidan said, “You don’t have to, my princess— really.”
“You don’t wish me to?” I asked, peering up. I licked my lips in readiness. That did it. His cock stiffened without me touching it.
“Well, of course… I love it. I love your full, soft lips… ooh.” He closed his eyes as I took him. It didn’t take long for him to grow rock-hard.
I moved my pursed lips up and down. My tongue fluttered along his veiny shaft as his hard balls fell into my hands. Aidan’s hitched breath told me I was getting it right. Cream fell onto my tongue. I tasted us. It was so erotic.
His enormous cock made my jaw ache, but I kept going anyhow. I loved tasting his arousal. I took him so deeply I nearly gagged.
“I will not last,” he said hoarsely in a bid to push me away so that I wouldn’t have to swallow. I ignored Aidan and continued anyway. Then a few moments later, with his eyes closed and jaw clenched, a cry of agony echoed from his ribcage. Aidan emptied his salty hot release into my mouth.
Aidan took me into his arms. His heart thrummed into my ear. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“With you. You’re my first, remember?”
Aidan looked deeply into my eyes. “What, not even having these mouth-watering tits devoured?” He fondled me again.
“No,” I said. “Sad, isn’t it?”
“Not sad, just fucking bamboozling. Were all the guys you met gay?”
I laughed. “No. But I’ve never met one I was attracted to until…”
“Until me?” Aidan’s fleshy lips curled divinely. “I’m one lucky man, that’s for sure.” Shaking his head in disbelief, he murmured, “Words cannot explain how that feels.”