CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Clarissa’s apartment tower looked even seedier in the cruel light of day. I didn’t like her living in this bum area known for drug dealers and lowlifes. I sighed with relief when Clarissa said she’d return to the estate that same afternoon. I wanted her out of there. But how could I tell her that? I’d only known her for three weeks.
“It’s Tabitha’s birthday today. I promised to lunch at Sammy’s,” said Clarissa.
“Where we met last night? Do you hang there much?” I asked, picturing that good-looking dude all over her.
“Johnny, Tabi’s brother, runs it, and we like it there.”
Clarissa seemed so young. Was this the same girl who’d dangled her heavy tits in my mouth as she mounted my cock? I wanted her badly right then. My needy hand moved up her leg. Clarissa stared at me seductively, encouraging my journey up her dress.
Oh, holy shit. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Clarissa,” I exclaimed, my cock pushing hard against my jeans.
“Aidan?” Her lips curled.
“You forgot to wear your panties. You were like this at the diner. What if a wind had lifted that pretty dress?” The notion both terrorized and thrilled me.
My fingers crept between her lips. Oh, she was wet. I caressed her clit. Clarissa’s heavy-lidded gaze held me captive. Fortunately, I had tinted windows.
I pressed a button to make the windows opaque, designed for moments like this—only I’d never had a moment like this. My finger fluttered over her bud.
“Can anyone see us?” she asked, in a breathless, about-to-come voice.
“No. In any case, if one was to be caught in flagrante delicto, this would be the place to do it.”
Clarissa laughed. I bent down and opened her legs wide. I didn’t know if it was the thought of doing this in public during broad daylight, albeit with tinted windows, or the exhilaration of observing Clarissa unfold like a rose, but my cock throbbed so hard it threatened to erupt.
Clarissa tangled her hands in my hair. Although it was borderline painful, I didn’t mind, especially when Clarissa squirted into my mouth. I’d never experienced a woman ejaculating before. Now, that was a serious turn-on.
Trancelike, her dainty hands reached into my boxer shorts. Wet and ready, my cock sprang up. Clarissa licked her lips. Driving me crazy with anticipation, she lowered her face onto my lap.
Oh, those soft, full lips. Clarissa moved up and down with her mouth, her tongue licking me as she sucked. Exquisite torture. I needed to be inside that tight, wet pussy.
I pushed back the seat to make room for Clarissa to sit on my lap.
“Are you sure no-one can see us, Aidan?” she asked in that cock-swelling, soft voice. I shook my head.
Straddling me, Clarissa used her toned thighs to lower slowly onto my cock. Ooh. In a moment, that would remain with me forever, I unbuttoned the dress, which I’d chosen for its buttons. Her tits poured out. “This not wearing underwear will have to be a regular feature, I think,” I said.
Clarissa giggled. While she bounced up and down, I supped on her erect nipples, making a meal of them. It didn’t get better than this. My cock was in so deep in this position.
“Slowly, my darling.” An explosion was imminent. Blood raged through my veins. “I need you to come, Clarissa.” My face contorted. I struggled to speak.
The walls of her sublimely tight pussy closed around my cock. It was tighter than ever, the friction immense. Stars shot before my eyes while Clarissa moaned in agonized pleasure. Her spasms increased, strangling my cock.
“That’s it baby. Come for me,” I said, struggling to speak. Clarissa released, flooding me, which set my own fiery deluge off. I gave a body-shuddering groan as my hot sperm emptied into her.
We held each other, waiting for our breathing to steady. Clarissa, all weightless, had her legs clasped around me, her wet cheek against mine. Rather disturbingly, I almost cried—something I’d only done once before in my life. And that wasn’t due to a mind-blowing orgasm. Was this how true love felt?
Clarissa buttoned up her dress and moved over to the passenger seat. I opened the glove compartment and passed her some tissues.
Unable to take my eyes off her, I watched Clarissa, whose hands were under her dress. It fired me up again.
“Clarissa, stay with me, please,” I said, surprising myself. I had work to do, but that could wait.
She turned and studied me, looking perplexed. Her cheeks glowed, and her eyes luminescent, her lips slightly open. “It’s my friend Tabi’s birthday. She’s expecting me.”
“Tell her you’ll catch up tomorrow. Take her shopping on me,” I said, getting out my wallet.
She touched my arm. “No need for that. You’re already paying me over and above my contracted wage. I can afford it.”
“Then give her a quick call and hang with me all day,” I said with a cajoling smile.
“What will I do about the car?”
“I can call one of my guys. He’ll pick it up.”
“But the keys are upstairs in the apartment,” said Clarissa, her brow puckering.
“Easily done. I’ll call him now. He’ll be here in five minutes.”
With those doleful eyes on me, Clarissa grabbed her phone.
“I need to be with you today,” I whispered into her ear, leaning over to kiss her. She flashed one of her knockout smiles. And I was a goner.
“Hey, Tabs. Listen, sweetie, I can’t make it. Aidan’s going away tomorrow, and we want to hang out. I’ll swing by in the morning, and we can go shopping. That’s if…” She looked over at me. “If I can get the time off work.”
I nodded. You can have the whole week off if you want.
“There’ll be someone coming within the hour to pick up keys for my car.” Clarissa listened without a murmur. This friend seemed too dependent on her for my liking. And I hated all the guys that came with Tabitha. Everyone wanted Clarissa. How could they not?
I picked up my phone and pressed the number for the head of my security team. “Hey, Evan. How’s your day? Look, I need you to do me a favor if you don’t mind.”
After I finished the call, I turned to Clarissa. “Tabitha relies on you a fair bit.”
Clarissa tilted her head. “I know, but we’ve been together since we were five. We grew up in the same area. We’re close.”
“I get that. It’s healthy to have a close buddy. I just don’t like her brother’s needy eyes all over you.”
Clarissa brushed my face with her soft hand. “Aidan, I’ve known Johnny for a long time. He’s like a brother.”
“Incest is more common than you think,” I said churlishly. “Where to? Venice Beach? We can hang there and watch a film. Or go down for a swim, cook a meal. What you do say?”
Indecisive as ever, Clarissa shrugged.
“Unless you want to go back to Malibu?” I asked.
“No. Venice is fine. It’s private.”
“You don’t feel comfortable sleeping with me at Malibu?” I asked, starting up the engine.
“I do, but…”
“But?”
“There’s Greta, my father…”
“Their rooms are nowhere near my space. It’s soundproofed, anyway. Your dad is only in the library during the day. And that has a separate entry. I, too, Clarissa, am a very private person.”
“That’s a relief. I love being on the estate,” said Clarissa enthusiastically.
“But you prefer the apartment?”
“For today, yes.” A gentle smile painted her face, which, as always, affected me like a sea breeze on a hot day.
“Do you spend much time there?”
“Only when I go to the Red House. Mostly, I’m at Malibu. It’s my sanctuary.”
“It’s glorious.” Clarissa sighed.
“I love hearing you sigh,” I said. “Your breathy voice makes me hard.”
Clarissa blushed, making me even harder.
“When I first visited the estate, it reminded me of Lake Como, in Italy. One of those massive villas one sees in magazines,” said Clarissa.
“The architecture is based on the Italian model. That’s what attracted me to the house in the first place,” I said, entering the expressway.
“What was your favorite part of Europe?”
I puffed out my cheeks and blew out slowly. “Prague, Paris, Madrid… all were spectacular. But I have to say Italy really did it for me. The art is just mind-blowing. Venice is like something out of a fairy-tale. The whole of Europe had that vibe, really. Especially after the brutality of Afghanistan, the contrast was extreme. Europe with its spectacular, unimaginable art seemed so civilized and refined.”
“You’re inspiring me to go,” Clarissa gushed.
“Don’t say that. I’m not ready for you to go.”
“Not yet, of course, but I will one day.”
“Yes, with me,” I said, sneaking a quick glance. She looked at me earnestly, with her brows squeezing in. “What’s that look, Clarissa? Am I coming on too strong?”
“A little.” She looked down at her hands. “But I like it,” she said in a tiny voice that I had to strain to hear.