Entrance (Thornhill Trilogy Book 1)

by J. J. Sorel

  Our lips crushed. We were equally famished. Her scent was earthy with a hint of jasmine. I hungered for her breasts after having fantasized about them for two weeks. And as I fondled them, my cock threatened to shoot. My tongue ran down her neck to her nipples. I teased them with my teeth and tongue, and Clarissa writhed beneath me, whimpering.

  My hands ran down between her round thighs and landed on her swollen clit. Her whimpers grew louder.

  “My delectable girl,” I rasped. “I have to eat you first. Get you wet and ready. We don’t want this pretty little pussy bruised.”

  Clarissa opened her legs wide, encouraging me, as my tongue rotated around her bud. The stickier she became, the louder her moans. It didn’t take long before Clarissa’s tormented whimpers bounced off the walls as she flooded me with her musky cream.

  “You’re like honey.” I wiped my mouth and kissed Clarissa whose mouth was wide and equally needy.

  Clarissa, with my guidance, sat on top. That gorgeous face, those full bouncing tits. She slid onto my erection, her eyelids lowering. My slow groan resonating in primal pleasure. Ah… I’d experienced nothing like Clarissa before. This was lovemaking that every man dreamt of.

  “I hope I’m not crushing you,” murmured Clarissa.

  “You’re super light, baby,” I gasped, barely able to speak from the sheer bliss of her drenched pussy clasping on tight. “I love you on top.”

  I had to use all my control because I wanted to shoot. But first, Clarissa needed to orgasm with me.

  As she leaned in towards me, her breasts fell into my mouth. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. After two weeks of unabated arousal, I was on a rampage to ravish.

  Clarissa’s vaginal walls contracted around my inflamed cock. Her movement was frenzied. The sheer friction robbed me of my senses.

  What a moment. Clarissa’s nipples were in my mouth, my hands kneading her breasts. “Am I hurting you?” My voice was strangled.

  “I like it,” Clarissa said. Yes, she loved me fondling her tits. Clarissa loved my cock ripping into her as well, if her contorting face was anything to go by. Agonized ecstasy echoed out of her parted lips.

  “One can only dream of a pussy like yours, Clarissa.”

  “I love feeling you inside, Aidan.”

  “Did you think about me doing this?” My thrusts increased, and the friction burned deep.

  Clarissa’s moans grew in strength. “Yes.”

  “Did you touch yourself?” I asked, about to lose it completely.

  “Yessss….” Clarissa’s pussy contracted in frenzied spasms, taking me with her. I shot so hard and deep that I thought my head would burst. It was lift-off. The heat was so intense that time stretched, as did my growl. I had never experienced that kind of orgasm before.

  Clarissa fell into my arms, and together our hearts beat in wild harmony.

  “That was something else. It just keeps getting better,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

  “It does for me too.” Clarissa sighed.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked, caressing her cheek.

  “A little, but I like it.” Clarissa smiled so sweetly that my cock hardened again.

  I drank in her beautiful face.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You get this look after coming, Clarissa. There is a tinge of shyness mixed with a hungry, turned-on glow. It socks it right to me.”

  “Socks it right to you?”

  “Yeah. Haven’t you ever watched Laugh-In?” I asked, tickling her tummy.

  “Ah…” Clarissa pulled away and giggled. “Don’t, I’m ticklish.” She sat up. “Yes, I have. I love the sixties, remember?”

  “I do. I remember everything about you, Clarissa Moone.”

  I pulled her into my arms. My cock thickened, and we were ready for round two. She licked her lips while gazing heavy-lidded at my cock. This girl had a penchant for fellatio. With those full, soft, and sensuous lips, how could one complain?

  How erotic to see the semen dripping off her lips, like a hungry vampire, Clarissa wiped my creamy release from her mouth. She sat up, looking pleased, and deservedly so because that was one hell of a blowjob. I wanted to stop her so that I could enter her, but Clarissa insisted on going all the way.

  My fingers explored below. “Now it’s your turn.”

  “I can’t. I have to work. We have guests arriving tonight, remember?” Clarissa tilted her head.

  I followed her into the bathroom. “Delegate. Get others to help. Let’s stay here. We can go to the beach. I’m hanging out for a swim. Then we can have lunch and then…” I wiggled my eyebrows.

  She slapped my shoulder playfully. “You’re incorrigible, Aidan Thornhill.”

  Clarissa turned on the taps and stepped into the shower.

  Compared to the double-sized showers I’d become accustomed to, it was a tight fit. Nevertheless, I followed her and held Clarissa as the water cascaded over us.

  “I can’t do any of that today, Aidan, as much as I’d love to.” Her eyes sparkled flirtatiously. “I could show off my new bikinis.”

  My cock stirred. “You’ve got new bikinis?” I hissed.

  She nodded with a girlish smile.

  “I hope you haven’t worn them already. In public, I mean. You’re a well-developed girl.”

  Clarissa laughed. “You’re so possessive.”

  I slid my hands over her wet breasts. “I have a right to be. I’m sure you wouldn’t want me flaunting it around horny girls, would you?”

  “No, I wouldn’t.” Clarissa sighed. “But I have little control over that. Every time we’re out I notice girls’ eyes feasting on you.”

  I haven’t noticed,” I responded dryly.

  It was a half-truth. There’d been a few occasions where I’d been blatantly groped. LA was teeming with assertive women. A part of me liked that kick-ass attitude, but not for love-making. I admired it in business, but initiating sex was another thing. I’d never been aroused by women who threw themselves at me. I cringed at the thought of Jessica, my ex-fiancée, who was overly confident and vain. Give me grace and sweetness of nature any day, if only for the languid sensuality that comes with it.

  I massaged body wash over her body. Hard again, my needy cock pushed against her leg.

  “Turn around. I’ll do your back,” I said, rubbing myself against her butt. My cock needed to take her addictive pussy this way. As my fingers crept between her lips, I felt her heat. “Mm, that feels sublime,” I said. My fingers dripped with her desire.

  “Oh…” Clarissa purred a stretched moan. Yielding to my beseeching erection, Clarissa stopped talking about all the things she needed to do. Much to my delight, she seemed to love this as much as I did.

  “Ah…” I drew a sharp breath. “Do you want it hard or gentle?” I said in a barely-there voice.

  “Hard.” Clarissa gasped.

  Good answer.

  Clarissa’s soft, curvy butt squished against my balls as I entered her in one exquisite push. She sucked my cock with her tight little pussy. The pleasure bordered on unbearable.

  With blood charging through my veins, my thrusts increased. Driven by pure lust, each penetration created a raging fire. My hard body pressed against Clarissa’s soft and undulating form. Her voluptuous ass danced provocatively against my ravaging cock.

  My heart threatened to erupt as her heavy breasts filled my insatiable hands. The build-up was agonizing. I could feel Clarissa sucking my cock in deeply. She shuddered. Her moan turned into a stretched wail. Her pussy had gone into a spasm, taking my cock with it.

  A tormented growl escaped my lips as I shot long and hard.

  “Fuck, Clarissa, what are you doing to me? I didn’t know I had so much jam.”

  Clarissa fell into my arms, all soft and supplicating, panting into my neck. “Me too, Aidan.”

  “Yes, you wet little angel.”

  My heart unfurled. I wanted to tell Clarissa I loved her, but I stopped myself. It was too soon,
even though I knew that nobody else could make me feel this way. I’d never been so aroused before. And my heart had never been so certain.

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

  CLARISSA

  I kissed Aidan goodbye. His lips, swollen from feasting on me all morning, left a moist, sex-infused imprint.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to come down for a quick dip?” Aidan asked, rubbing Rocket on the belly.

  Putting aside the three orgasms I’d just experienced, that handsome face had me gaga. Aidan’s unshaven face accentuated his full lips, and those deep turquoise-blue eyes, phew—they really stole my breath away.

  I shook my head. “My day’s too full. I’ve got the hair stylist coming to deal with this.” I lifted a tangled, wet strand of hair.

  “I love it wet and hanging in your face.” Aidan’s off-center grin faded into an earnest frown. “There’s one thing I insist, Clarissa.”

  I frowned. “What’s that?”

  “That you’re on my arm greeting the guests when they arrive. I want you by my side,” said Aidan, gazing deep into my eyes.

  My eyes widened. “Are we ready for that? I mean, to tell the world that we’re together?”

  “Don’t you want that?” Aidan’s eyes narrowed.

  My heart punched my head out of the way. “Yes, Aidan, of course I do.”

  The tightness in his face faded. Aidan’s lips curled divinely. “Good. We’ll meet… what time are the guests arriving?”

  “Seven o’clock in the garden. Like the last time.”

  He nodded. “Have you got the same musicians booked, inside and out?”

  “As instructed,” I said in a business-like tone.

  “You’re not just a drop-dead beauty, but our best PA ever as well. It will be sad to lose you.” Aidan pulled an enigmatic grin.

  My brow lowered. “What?”

  “We’ll talk about that later. Only promise me one thing.” Aidan’s tone returned to serious. “Promise me you’ll wear the earrings. They look stunning on you.” He ran his finger up my neck. “I’m dying to see you wearing them,” Aidan husked with knee-weakening tenderness.

  I hugged him and whispered, “I’ll wear them. And look forward to them quivering against my neck when you fuck me.”

  Aidan’s mouth curled up at one end. “When we make love, you mean.”

  “Yes, that too.”

  I watched Aidan glide off. Man and dog, it was such a heartwarming sight. Aidan moved with a leisurely, self-assured gait, his calves muscular and lean. I exhaled slowly. He certainly was six-foot-two of mouth-watering masculinity.

  My phone buzzed. It was Tabitha. I didn’t have time, but I picked up anyway.

  “Hey, Tabs.” With one shoulder hunching the phone against my ear, I moved about, getting ready.

  “Hello, old friend.” Tabitha sounded morose.

  “Oh… Tabi.” I chuckled at her theatrical tone. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so flat- out busy. I’ve spent the morning with Aidan. Can’t talk for long. I will make it up, promise.”

  “Hmm… heard that before. Anyway, guess where I’m going on Monday?” Tabitha’s mood had shifted to exuberant.

  “Where?” I asked, lifting the earrings out of the velvet box.

  “Hawaii,” she sang.

  “Oh, wow. With Evan?”

  “Yes… for two glorious weeks. Can you believe it? He’s got a little apartment there. Clary, I’m so, so in love,” she crooned.

  “And I’m over the moon for you,” I enthused. “Tabi, I want to ask you something.”

  “What?”

  I exhaled slowly. “Aidan has just gifted me a pair of Cartier diamond earrings.”

  “You’re fucking kidding me.” Tabitha screamed. I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

  “No, I’m not. It freaked me out, to be honest. Are they worth much, do you think?”

  Tabitha squealed. “Cartier… hell, yeah… Tell me, are they studs or single strand?”

  “No, they’re chandelier, with lots and lots of diamonds— quite heavy.” The earrings collected the light shining through the window. I’d never witnessed anything so luminescent before.

  “Oh my, Clarissa. You’ve been blinged,” she shrilled.

  “Blinged? What sort of word is that?” I mixed my words amongst giggles.

  “Bling. Get with it, girl. This is the twenty-first century. They’d be worth at least fifty thousand if not more. I can google if you like.”

  “No, don’t.” I sighed. “What am I to do?”

  “What sort of question is that, you wild child? They’re yours, take them. Hello. You’re fucking a billionaire.”

  I winced. “Tabi, that sounds obscene. It’s more than fucking. I think I’m in love.” My voice cracked. After being in Aidan’s arms all morning, having mind-blowing sex—or love-making, as he insisted on calling it— and receiving a ridiculously expensive gift. And then following that—Aidan’s request for me to accompany him that night. My tears just tumbled.

  “You’ve got it bad, Clary,” she said gently. “It sounds like you’ve had a few toegasms. That’s enough to make any grown woman cry, not to mention diamonds.”

  I laughed and cried simultaneously. “Toegasms? Oh, Tabs, you’re wickedly hilarious.” I sniffed, ripping a tissue out of the box. “I’m so glad you called. Where would I be without your sage, if ribald, advice?”

  “No idea what ribald means. I take it’s something to do with dirty-talk.”

  “It sure does. I’ve got to go, Tabs. Hey, let’s talk tomorrow.”

  “No chance of a catch-up?” she asked. “Hey, by the way, you haven’t told me what you’re wearing tonight. Go on, tell me you’ve got an Oscar de la Renta so I can borrow it sometimes.” Tabitha laughed. “One with a slit right down to your belly button, robbing every man of his senses and ability to move.”

  “Nothing of the sort. In fact, you’ll go crazy when I tell you.” I was unsure how my dress would be received that evening, despite loving it.

  “Let me guess: something vintage?”

  “You know me too well.” I picked at my unpolished toenails, reminding myself they needed painting for my open-toed shoes.

  “Well, then, put me out of my misery and tell me,” said Tabitha impatiently.

  “It doesn’t even have a name or a brand. I think it may be a homemade job,” I said, hearing Tabitha bristling in the background. “It’s silk, turquoise, 1950’s, I’d imagine, with a lace empire bodice and silk chiffon layers that fall elegantly to my feet. The only problem is I have to wear skyscraper heels because I haven’t had time to get it shortened.”

  “Turquoise is a yummy color. It’s very you. I want photos, selfies, anything with you and Mr. Perfect on your arm. Speaking of which, have you googled Aidan lately?”

  “No, I never do. Why?”

  “God, Clarissa, what universe do you live in?” Tabitha sighed. “I’ll send you the link. There are a few snaps of you in the green dress with Aidan on your arm. They’re fabulous shots. I only just stumbled on them.”

  “You’re kidding.” I was suddenly curious as hell. I checked the time. “Email it. I really have to run. Ta-ta. We’ll talk soon.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

  Everything was in full swing. Preparations were flowing. In director mode, Greta pointed over to where things needed attending. I crept up, head bowed, mouth in a tight smile. “Greta, I’m….”

  She shook her head, not giving me time to finish. “It’s all under control. The lighting was kept intact from the last function. There’s not much more to do.”

  Greta glanced down at her watch. “I’ve got to get my hair and face done. Can you keep an eye on the table arrangement?”

  I nodded, and Greta smiled brightly.

  Was this the same woman I’d met five weeks earlier? Greta’s blue eyes reflected a glint of hope and optimism. Just like me, she seemed excited but scared. We were two women in love.

  “Leave it to me, Greta,” I said, steadying my
voice and in business mode. “I’ll also check the garden and make sure everything’s in place.”

  Just as Greta was about to leave, I asked, “Are you wearing your hair up or down?”

  “Down. Why?”

  “Good. Dad’s always been a sucker for long hair,” I said with a smile.

  Her lips curled. Greta touched my arm. “I know.”

  After I’d made sure everything was in place I went off to get ready.

  Transformed into a beauty salon, my office reeked of hair lacquer and other noxious perfumes all designed to make me delectable. I imagined needing paint-stripper to remove the makeup, or vigorous sweat-inducing sex, the thought of which made me heat up.

  From zero to extreme in three weeks, I’d turned into a sex maniac. Post-coital endorphins certainly beat any happy pill available to humankind. The sensation between my legs was relentless, with each throb setting off a delicious reminder of my well-endowed lover.

  In his heavy Italian accent, Mario asked to see the dress I’d be wearing. I held the dress up against me. And after a few moments of switching his studious eye from dress to me, he suggested a goddess hairdo. He lifted a fistful of hair, then twirled and bunched it on top while leaving some to hang over my shoulder to one side. The hairdo was just a rehearsal, but I loved it.

  “With your longish face and neck, this will work very well.” Mario squinted into the mirror, studying my face.

  I had been transformed. Mario had captured something masterful. Classical in design the hairstyle matched my empire-line dress. The cherry on the cake was the pair of earrings, which set off the whole outfit magnificently. As I studied myself in the mirror, it was obvious that no other jewelry could compete with them. So instead, I tied a thin black-velvet ribbon around my neck.

  My cleavage ballooned out of the empire bodice, making that cut at once feminine and sensual. Go, Jane Austen. Although the hips and lower regions got a little lost in the cascading silk, there was a hint of curve when one moved.

  I leaned into the mirror and studied my face. The make-up seemed exaggerated, all eyes and lavishly painted red lips, a bit pouty. But Mario insisted we go dramatic. In that effete Italian accent of his, he crooned, “You have divine eyes and lips, the window to the soul and to the promise of”—he kissed his fingers— “passion.”