Entrance (Thornhill Trilogy Book 1)

by J. J. Sorel

  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.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  AIDAN

  It was ten o’clock in the morning. I’d never slept that late before. How long had I slept? The last thing I recalled was Clarissa giving me a blowjob that sent me off to heaven. Where was she? I dragged myself out of bed. My cock was hard, which wasn’t unusual for the morning—it had a tendency to ache for sex first thing, especially since Clarissa arrived.

  Dressed in nothing but a bath towel, the goddess was in the kitchen, making coffee. I stood by and watched. I prayed she’d bend over. Boy, I had it bad.

  She smiled. “Good morning.”

  That face. Those glistening brown eyes, that soft black hair that sat just above her pear-shaped ass—Clarissa was a gift from the gods. After all the women I’d been with, I’d never met someone so pure in heart and soul. Just hearing her speak penetrated deep to my core.

  Every gesture was unconsciously sensual as Clarissa brushed her hair from her face with that delicate hand. I could still taste the musky flavor that oozed from her when she came in my mouth.

  She snuck a peek at my hard cock. He twitched in approval. Oh God, that expression— uncertain, yet aroused. What an honor to have watched Clarissa turn into a woman whilst
in my arms.

  For someone who liked to be in control, I was terrified of the power Clarissa had over me. I needed to be with her, in her, around her. It was like conquering Everest, only better. That was how I’d felt after Clarissa responded to my text the day before. After a week of desolation, I soared so high that in a rare display of emotion, I nearly hugged Greta, who probably would have reciprocated given she had a thing for Clarissa’s dad.

  “I made you some coffee. I wasn’t sure how you like it.”

  “Black is fine,” I said, entering the kitchen, I dropped her towel. Clarissa giggled. Her laughter could lift a fog, turn dark into light.

  I pushed my hair back. Fuck, those tits. I’d always loved big breasts. But I didn’t like boob jobs. Clarissa’s were soft and firm, her nipples rosy and puckered like delectable raspberries. And the way her tits bounced about delectably, falling into my mouth when I fucked her—my heart skipped a beat thinking about it.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I said, kissing her luscious lips. Clarissa had the softest lips, not pumped up like some ridiculous cartoon character. Recalling them around my cock, I nearly came there on the spot.

  I pulled away. “Let me look at you.”

  Clarissa blushed, even after everything we’d done together.

  Leading her by the hand, I said, “Let’s have a shower.”

  After checking the temperature, I invited Clarissa in. I held her in my arms. She was about one foot shorter than me, which suited me fine—I loved petite women.

  The water cascaded over us. I wanted to take her hard, but I had to prepare her. So I got on my knees. How I loved her musky earth scent.

  Clarissa held onto the tiled wall, whimpering and quivering. I gripped her thighs and breakfasted on her sweet release as she flooded my mouth.

  I stood up and kissed her swanlike neck. “Do you mind if I enter you this way?” I turned her around so that I faced her behind. “I don’t want to bruise you, but I’d love to fuck you hard.” My heart landed in my mouth. It was like we were fucking for the first time again.

  “I’d like that,” she said with a breathy voice.

  That did it. I plowed into her.

  Her moaning was music. She was so wet and hot. That super-tight, responsive pussy clenched my cock. It didn’t take long at all. In fact, I only had to enter a few times, and I shot into her hard. I’d never come so quickly and intensely. Never one to cry out in sex, suddenly I’d become a crybaby.

  “Hey, I didn’t get you off. That was way too hot. I lost all control,” I said, turning her to face me. I held her.

  Her beautiful face flushed. Her eyes had that glint of arousal. “It’s fine. Maybe we can have another go soon.” She licked her lips.

  Aah… She wanted to blow me. This girl swallowed my cum as if it tasted like chocolate. That thought alone made my cock bounce up. With her hand on my cock, Clarissa was a natural. She knelt down and moistened her luscious lips, then she took me deeply.

  It was so hot that my cock went steel-hard in an instant. Instead of letting Clarissa finish me off, I lifted her up. And for round two, my balls pounded her firm, pear-shaped butt, my cock making a meal of her slick little pussy. This time, I made sure Clarissa climaxed so hard that her honeyed moans echoed off the tiles.

  “Do you like pancakes?” I asked while toweling my hair.

  “I love them,” replied Clarissa with a wide, amiable smile.

  Her hair stacked high in a bun, Clarissa looked sophisticated. Although I loved her hair out and wild, her hair tied up showed off her long swan neck. She looked radiant.

  “I know a great place within walking distance. What you do think?”

  Clarissa glanced down at her dress, frowning.

  “Is there a problem?” I asked.

  “I’m overdressed. You know, the morning-after type of thing.”

  “Clarissa, it is the morning after.” I laughed.

  “Yes, I know. But I’m not dressed for it. This is a little out there.” She touched her dress.

  “I love that dress. But I don’t like you feeling uncomfortable…” I thought about it for a moment while my body screamed out for pancakes. “Ah… I’ve got it. There’s a dress store a few doors down. How about we go in there? You can buy something suitable.”

  Clarissa nodded. “Okay then. Why not?”

  One could not avoid, it seemed, the devouring regard of the entire male population as we moved along the sidewalk. An uncomfortable tightness, something I’d never experienced before, settled in my belly. While oblivious to the stir she caused, Clarissa floated along. She did not have a femme-fatale bone in her body, which suited me fine. I was predisposed to jealousy, and if it was unleashed, I became highly combustive.

  After we were seated in the busy eatery, all eyes were on us. Although accustomed to it, I hated it.

  “Everyone’s staring,” Clarissa said, leaning forward and whispering.

  “Tell me about it. This is the land of gossip and speculation. They’ve been on my back for a while now. Jessica saw to that,” I said in an icy tone.

  “How so?” Clarissa asked.

  The waiter arrived with our order. After he left, Clarissa said, “You were about to tell me about Jessica.”

  And there I was, hoping Clarissa had forgotten the subject. “There’s not much to tell. Only that Jessica always made sure that cameras rolled whenever we were public.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “One of her many annoying traits.”

  Clarissa raised a brow. “One?”

  I sighed. “When I moved into the estate, I wanted to wash off the stain of my impoverished past.” I paused for a sip of coffee. “So, I mixed with the well-to-dos. Jessica came with that. I should’ve just gotten a publicist. That would’ve been more expedient.” I didn’t want to do this.

  “In what way did she annoy you?”

  “She wouldn’t take no for an answer. We were like chalk and cheese, different in a grating way. No pun intended.” I smirked, and Clarissa returned a wry grin.

  Clarissa leaned on her elbow. That delectable cleavage had my cock pushing hard against my jeans. How could someone do this to me? I just wanted to fuck this girl all day and night.

  “There’s not much to tell other than that the paparazzi and all of this unwanted attention started with her and hasn’t abated. It’s so not who I am, Clarissa. I’m a private guy.” I smiled tightly.

  “How did she take the break-up?” asked Clarissa.

  “Not that well. I suppose I ruffled her ego. Jessica never showed much emotion unless she was pissed. The relationship was one major, stupid mistake.”

  Clarissa touched my hand, and my whole body fired up. Her limpid eyes kindled with sympathy, almost emasculating me. I didn’t do pity well.

  “Hey, people do this all the time,” I said. “They have relationships that don’t work for whatever reason. You’re an anomaly, a rarity, one of those flowers that botanists spend their entire careers looking for.”

  Clarissa’s face brightened into a wide smile. “How beautiful, what an amazing thing to say.”

  Good. Let’s move on.

  The food arrived and not too soon—my appetite was huge, as was Clarissa’s. For one so petite, Clarissa had a hearty appetite. I loved watching her eat. Even that turned me on. And when jam dropped onto her cleavage, I wanted to lick it off. I used my finger instead. Reading my arousal, Clarissa responded with a girlish giggle. I spent the rest of the meal hoping that jam would spill down Clarissa’s cleavage again, childish though that was. I’d never had that much simple fun before.

  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 lunc
h 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.