CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CLARISSA
Aidan’s thick cock expanded in my hand. I was barely able to hold it. The veins vibrated on my palm. The memory of having his cock in my mouth had made me steamy all week. It was so irresistible, I slid down the bed. Aidan stopped me. “I want to come inside of you again, Clarissa,” he said in a raspy voice that sent a pleasurable throb whirling through me.
The greedy need for more orgasms swept through me. Although his silky tongue had taken me to a place I never wanted to leave, it was his hard, imploring penis that sent me to an erotic version of nirvana. Was this what they meant by a deal with a devil? If so, I’d landed it, given that these moments of sheer bliss were worth any potential heartbreak. Then again, were they? Whichever way, Aidan Thornhill had certainly taken possession of my body, heart, and soul.
My legs wide, Aidan’s expert touch sent me over the top again. He made me orgasm within seconds of circling my engorged clit. Toy Boy was incapable of that, and no fantasy could compare with Aidan. I guided his velvety-hard length. The anticipation had me almost hyperventilating.
While I placed him inside of me, Aidan’s big blue eyes burned into me. “I love you taking control, Princess.” The stretch was so divine I shivered with pleasure. His slow, almost tentative entry robbed me of air.
Our eyes locked. The fire between my legs was so intense that I involuntarily contracted around his hard cock. Waves of sensation ran through me. A growl vibrated up through his ribcage, out of his mouth and into mine. His tremulous muscular frame sculpted into me as he clasped me tight.
Aidan’s eyes filled with fragile longing as his cock slid in. In that blue, devouring stare, I saw the sky. Or was I flying? A tentative push and then he penetrated deeply. My pelvis flexed up to meet his insistent movements, and I gripped his firm, hard butt. Aidan’s greedy hands were all over my heavy breasts. His cock was so hard it threatened to tear me in half.
I wanted it to hurt, to ravish me.
Aidan’s golden-brown hair was tousled from my restless hands. His lips were half-opened, his gasps increasing in volume.
Electrical impulses sent waves of heat, raw and primal, into my sex. He moved quicker and harder, the friction from each thrust hot and intense—like the blending of sweet and sour. Pain and pleasure married.
My muscles unraveled as I submitted to the pure bliss of taking him whole. Aidan had metamorphosed into a wild, sexy beast, his face red-hot. Coated in lusty desire, his darkened eyes threatened to ravage me entirely.
I clasped on tightly to his strong, muscular arms as we built up to a ferocious tempo. Driven by pure need, he pounded into me, his heavy balls hitting against my clit. A threatening eruption grew with each thrust. One wave of warm, liquid delight after another grew in strength. The faster and harder he fucked me, the more frenzied became the spasms within until it became so unbearable I had to let go. And off I went, one warm impulse after another, each time more intense. Starved of air, I felt a rainbow of color dissolve into me. I levitated while the room spun around.
My God, this was one hell of a drug.
Meanwhile, back on earth, I’d swallowed Aidan whole. My legs clasped around his muscular thighs, my nails digging into his strong shoulders. My cheeks were dampened with tears. It was pure and raw, incomprehensible emotion. And even more perplexing was my chest, heavy with love.
Aidan was about to be swept away, his remote, but devouring gaze told me so. His jaw tensed, face contorted, and the cry of a wolf reverberated from him. The whole room vibrated with “Clarissaaaa.” Then pure heat charged up, filling me with a hot torrent of semen.
Our bodies, sweaty and sated, breathed together as one.
“Clarissa, I’ve never experienced anyone like you before.” Aidan’s throat was thick with emotion.
Just as overwhelmed, I’d lost my ability to speak. Apprehensive that should my mouth open, tears would explode, I remained silent in his arms. Aidan pulled away and gazed into my face, brushing my tear-soaked cheek.
His kiss was so tender it was almost chaste.
When I woke, Aidan was tangled around me. Although he radiated so much heat, I was reluctant to leave his arms in case of waking him. Mouth agape, Aidan was in a deep sleep. Even like that, his hair messy and those captivating eyes hidden, Aidan was still devastatingly handsome.
In the meantime, there was plenty to distract me. Casting my attention upward, I was entertained by swirly cornices with carved angels’ faces. Painted white, they stood out against the pale-teal ceiling, which was a shade lighter than the walls.
Splashed in daylight, the grand room, replete with adorable objects, seemed to come alive. None of that could keep me away for too long, no matter how awe-inspiring, as my eyes returned to Aidan. His strong body, those shapely arms capable of lifting me effortlessly, and his movie-star looks made him the prize-winner in that beguiling room.
The guitar in the corner only intensified my attraction. I had a weakness for creative men.
Aidan moved in my arms. “Good morning, Princess.” His eyes were clear and so turquoise blue I was rendered breathless.
“Hi,” I said, moving out of his arms.
“Where are you going?” He pulled me back, and I settled in again. Our bodies melded together so comfortably, I never wanted to leave. “What time is it, my angel?”
“I don’t know,” I answered.
Aidan regarded the gilded French clock sitting over the fireplace. “Holy shit!” He sprang up. “It’s nine. I’ve got to be in New York by midday.” Running his fingers through his hair, Aidan said, “I’ve never slept this late before. I don’t normally sleep much at all.”
He caressed my arm, making my skin pucker. “Tell me, did I talk in my sleep?” Aidan looked serious suddenly.
“Not that I’m aware of,” I replied.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave.” Aidan leapt out of bed. It was jarring. I missed him instantly.
Aidan’s masculine fluidity was nothing but eye-candy. All lean muscle, a six-foot-two hunk of perfection. My gaze followed him as he looked out of the French doors. He was comfortable in his nakedness, his cock semi-erect. Aidan turned and regarded me. The sheets were off me, which I’d arranged on purpose. I wanted to seduce him. It worked. His eyes became hooded, and his mouth-watering cock lengthened.
“Come and have a shower with me.” He picked up the receiver of his phone. “Can I have two coffees, some fresh juice, and whatever’s just been baked? Good… yep… in fifteen minutes… fine.”
He hung up and approached me, his eyes twinkling with playful intent. He ran his hand up my leg, and his lips met mine. It was instant heat. “Come here, my little beauty.” He balanced me in his strong, muscly arms.
I’d never been in such a roomy shower before. Aidan held me as the water cascaded over us. His needy erection pushed against my leg. “God, I wish I wasn’t in such a hurry,” he said, squeezing my bottom and running his hands up and down my body. Stopping at my breasts, he licked his luscious lips and went on to ravage my nipples. I was like jelly and as sticky as tar.
Aidan’s fingers settled between my legs. He parted my aching pussy and entered with his finger, hissing. “You’re so ready and juicy.”
He towered over me. How was that going to work?
Aidan turned me around, his hands on my breasts, his heart beating between my shoulder blades. “Can I take you hard?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. My butt was against his stomach.
He entered me in one push. “Clarissa…” He shuddered. “Your pussy is addictive.” He pushed deeper.
It was pure fire. His heavy balls thudded against my cheeks. It was so erotic I simply rippled into his hard body. He leaned in very close. The words “fucking exquisite” bounced off my cheek.
The hot water, the urgent pounding, his fingers working magic on my clit, made me come so wildly my cries echoed off the tiles. At the same time, what started as a strangled groan grew so intense in volume that Aidan sounded as if he was dying. My name stretched out of his lips as a torrent of hot cream gushed up in me.
After our senses had returned, Aidan chuckled. “I guess we better do what we came here to do.” He squirted some divinely fragrant body wash on a sponge and washed me.
He was in his own world as he cleaned every inch of my flesh. He need not have washed my breasts as thoroughly as he did.
When it was my turn, I did the same, except for his penis and heavy balls—I left that to him. Despite a hankering to take him in my mouth, I knew that he was on a tight schedule, so I abstained.
The knock at the door sent me off to hide in the bathroom. Aidan laughed. “Hey, where are you going?”
I didn’t know what annoyed me more—the attractive new maid or that Aidan answered the door with only a towel covering him from waist to knees.
As she wheeled in our breakfast, I noticed with major dissatisfaction how sexy she was. Confident and swaying her well-shaped bottom, she went all gaga-eyed at her new boss. I needn’t have worried about being spotted because she ignored me entirely.
It was all flirty smiles. Boy, did I miss Melanie. My stomach churned away. I was green with jealousy. How could I not be? Aidan casually pranced about half-naked, looking like a sex god in his barely-there towel, those mouth-watering, rippling pectorals all golden, with a smattering of golden hair, crying out to be touched.
To add to my angst, Aidan’s towel hugged him precariously. The thought of it unraveling was enough to make my breath hitch.
“Thanks. It’s Susana, isn’t it?”
She nodded, sashaying about in her tight-fitted jeans and low-cut blouse. She wasn’t as busty as me, but rather annoyingly she had a very curvy, wiggly butt.
Her eyes shifted from Aidan’s face to his body. When Susana smiled, all heavy-lidded and coquettishly, she had an expression that said, I can’t wait to fuck you, causing my hands to fist.
“Just put everything there,” said Aidan, pointing to a table out on the balcony.
After she left, I said, “She was flirting with you, Aidan.” I zipped up my dress.
“I didn’t notice.” Aidan smiled innocently. He was either acting oblivious to protect me, or he just couldn’t see how he had affected her. Stroking my hair, Aidan said, “In any case, I’m not into blondes.”
A dark cloud had drifted over me, nevertheless, reminding me how vulnerable I was.
“Oh, my princess, you’re jealous.” Aidan shook his head, and a lopsided smile formed. “You have nothing to be jealous about. I like my girls to have long black hair and large brown eyes.” His finger trailed over my lips and then walked down to my cleavage, burrowing in between my breasts, sending my pulse pumping. “She’s nothing like you. No-one is.” Aidan had turned serious. “And no-one has been where I’ve been. I’ve never had that with a woman before.” He held me tight.
I was helplessly lost in him.