Chapter Nine
Bethany let herself into her apartment muttering about men and their issues.
“Spanking? Seriously? Like he was some husband in the fifties or something? Get real,” she grumbled as she dropped her keys in the bowl and took off her coat.
He would learn soon enough that she was no Stepford wife, following his orders. She was her own person, and spanking was a big no-no. Or at least, she was pretty sure it was a no-no. Gah! Everything that was in the realm of sex appealed to her when it came to possibly experiencing it with Aidan. It might be time to buy some sort of a sex book and figure out what she wanted to do with this big, strapping movie star in bed. She would just bet she could download something onto her cell phone and get some lessons in ASAP without anyone being the wiser.
A dishtowel on the floor caught her attention. Her focus immediately changed as she looked around her home. It was in a state of disarray. Well, perhaps disarray was too strong a word. Clean clothes lay folded on the couch, a book rested open on the coffee table, and her breakfast dish was still in the sink, unclean. With a swift runaround, she was able to get everything in order just as the doorbell rang.
Aidan stood at the front door looking perfect in faded jeans and a black sweater that turned his green eyes smoky. Dear God, he was lovely on the eyes. She was pretty sure she would let this man spank her or whatever else he wanted just to see that look in his eyes.
“Shall I stand here for a while then?” Aidan asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Come on in, sorry, you just look very nice in your sweater.”
Aidan leaned in to kiss her full on the mouth. “Thanks,” he murmured. He motioned to her as he began to walk down the hallway and said, “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
Bethany gulped. “Do you want a cup of tea, or something, first?”
The beginning of a smile touched Aidan’s lips. “We need to pick out a party dress for you, right? Isn’t that why I’m here?”
The blood in Bethany’s temples began to throb in her temples. The moment he had walked in the door and spoke of her bedroom, she had completely forgotten about the outfit situation.
“Right, yeah, sorry. I’m just a little tired.”
Aidan gathered her in his arms and held her tightly to his chest. Brushing a kiss on top of her head, he said, “I know, don’t worry, I feel it, too. Let’s just pick out your dress and then I’ll kiss you long and slow, all right?”
Bethany wasn’t sure what to do or say. She wished she had been more of a slut in college.
“Don’t be embarrassed, luv,” Aidan crooned. “I’m sure you can feel that I’m as turned on as you are.”
Bethany smiled up at him mistily, and said, “Yes, I guess I can feel that you want me.”
Aidan playfully frowned at her. “You guess? You can’t feel it? I will have you know—”
Bethany covered his mouth with her hand and laughed. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Aidan kissed her palm and gently removed it from his mouth. “Let’s get going on the dress, eh? I’m not sure how long I’ll behave in your bedroom.”
Bethany smiled as she led the way to her room; maybe this wouldn’t be as scary as she thought. He was such a lovely man.
Some time later, she no longer considered him a lovely man. Quite the opposite, in fact, as she tried on the tenth outfit for his approval. Aidan took the job of dressing her very seriously. She had modeled several outfits that had garnered poor reviews from the nice guy turned fashionista. Sighing, she glanced at herself in the mirror. This simple black cocktail dress was her final choice. She looked at the classic with dread.
The mid-length dress was a fashion must have in all feminine closets of the world. Even though Bethany had bought it for its style, she had yet to drum up the nerve to put it on and wear it in public. It was sleeveless and form fitting. Why on earth had she bought a sleeveless black cocktail dress? If she remembered correctly, it had been at Michelle’s prompting. “You look amazing in this dress, Bethany. Like a goddess,” Michelle had cooed that day.
Bethany had gone home glowing about her purchase, only to find when she tried it on in the comfort of her bedroom that the image staring back at her in the mirror was horrible. She looked fat. She eyed her figure critically. She did not have sleek, well-muscled arms. Her goal at the gym was to work on her arms, but so far they looked the same—a little too fat, no muscle tone at all. Her stomach and thighs could use some trimming, too. This damn dress didn’t hide a single imperfection.
Bethany cursed Michelle as she continued her perusal. She knew she was probably a slice of cheesecake short of being plump, and this dress wasn’t helping. Fretting, she left the bathroom for the movie star who waited impatiently in her bedroom.
“Well?” she asked her militant date for the night.
To her surprise, Aidan looked instantly aroused. He stood and walked in a circle around her, eyeing every possible shortcoming.
“My God, you’re perfect,” he said hoarsely, as he kissed her hot cheek. Then he paused, looking at her with a discerning eye. “Why are you embarrassed? You look gorgeous.”
“My arms look fat.”
“What? What are you going on about? You aren’t fat!” he said, shaking his head. He brought her close to him, brushing his lips on her heated face.
“Christ, Beth, you’re lush in all the right places. And that dress shows every fucking curve. I almost swallowed my tongue when you came out dressed like that.”
“Okay, okay, no need to seduce me. I already said I’d sleep with you,” Bethany said, laughing. He couldn’t possibly be serious about that bit of hyperbole. After all the attractive movie stars he’d dated or kissed? Complete bunk.
The mood in the room shifted as Aidan sat on her bed. His eyes were dark, his face inscrutable. “Are you doubting my words, luv?”
Bethany’s jaw dropped. Was he mad? She was a realist. There was no need for all this fuss. She was going to sleep with him and would go to the party with him, he had her. What else did he want?
“Come here.” His voice was thick, and he was starting to make her nervous.
“Why?”
“Beth, come here now.”
Bethany walked toward the bed, anxious to learn why his mood had turned dark.
She stood in front of him, not sure what to do with her arms as she waited for him to say something.
“Do you know who Jane Russell was, Beth?”
“Yes. She was a movie star in the 1940s, I believe.”
Aidan placed his hands on either side of her hips kneading her skin with his nimble fingers. “Do you think she was fat?”
“Of course not. Oh. I see what you’re saying. I understand, but today’s world requires sculpted arms, physical fitness, and beauty. And I don’t have—”
“Who says that?” Aidan asked, his fingers pausing in their heavenly massage.
“I don’t know. Look, my arms aren’t—”
“I want to raise your skirt and eat you until you scream, and you’re worried about your arms?”
Bethany felt herself liquefy at his words. Oh my God, but she wanted him to do that so badly.
Aidan stood and lightly patted her behind. “I want you to feel good tonight. I want you to know how hot you look in that dress, but I can see you need more assistance than I can provide. Hold on a minute, luv, I’ll get us some help.”
He picked up his phone and said to it, “Call Sergio.”
The robotic phone agreed to the task, and the call was answered immediately.
“Sergio’s House of Delight,” a voice said dramatically and loud enough for Bethany to hear.
“Sergio, it’s Aidan, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Aidan? I have waited forever for you to say that!”
Aidan grinned. “I’m going to a party, and my friend is in need of your guidance and great taste.”
“Of course, she does.”
“Will you please come by? And bring whatever makeup is handy.”
“Tell me what she looks like, and I’ll bring the suitable bag.”
“How many makeup bags do you have?”
“Several, you hetero. Now, what does she look like?”
Bethany watched him look her over with a discerning eye and said, “She’s fair skinned, with freckles. Her hair is sort of red.”
“Sort of red? Do you mean strawberry blonde?”
Aidan sighed clearly losing his patience. “I guess.”
“Ask her.”
Bethany smiled. “I’m a strawberry blonde.”
“Got it?” Aidan asked. “Thanks, man, I’ll owe you.”
“Music to my ears. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Aidan had Bethany explain how to get to her home and then he turned to her, his eyes lit with amusement.
“Sergio is on his way,” Aidan said.
“So, did you just ask a professional makeup artist to come to my home and dress me up for this party?”
Aidan smiled and pointed a finger at his chest. “I’m a movie star. Why do I have to keep reminding you of that?”
Bethany frowned. She hated that she caused all this fuss over a silly party. Then again, she did want to feel confident. And maybe even pretty.
Aidan tipped up her chin with his finger and looked deeply into her eyes. “Let me do this for you, please.” He tenderly kissed her on the mouth.
Bethany shook her head and said, “I just can’t believe you can really call this Sergio and have him come over to help me. It’s crazy!”
Aidan laughed hugging her close. “Do I need to go over the movie-star thing again?”
“No.”
“Look, we respect each other. Trust me, if he didn’t like me, he would not come over. “
Bethany laughed nervously. “Okay, I just don’t want to put anyone out.”
Aidan groaned. “You are killing me, and you don’t even know it, do you?” He looked her in the eye, and said, “So before we have company, how about we kiss a little?”
Bethany’s eyes widened. “Sure, if you want—”
“I want.” Aidan grabbed her in a hug, lifted her off the floor, and then placed her on the bed. As he crawled on top of her, he grinned wickedly. With a single lick across her lips, he sank into the warm depths of her mouth, taking her in a slow, drugging kiss.
Bethany thought for a moment that she might faint from the kisses alone. This kiss seemed different from the others they had shared. In these kisses, he demonstrated a skill that only came from years of intense sexual relationships. She simply did not have the proficiency to keep up with him. She was afraid of disappointing him, of being a simple country mouse.
“Where are you, sweetheart?” Aidan asked, his mouth rubbing against hers.
“Sorry, it’s nothing, go ahead.”
Aidan pressed his face into her cleavage and laughed so heartily the bed shook.
“I didn’t mean for you to stop, you are an awesome kisser.” Bethany reached up to try to start the kiss again.
Aidan smiled, kissed her fast, and looked at her with solemn eyes. “Beth, tell me what you were thinking about.”
Bethany looked at him, she was helpless to stop her embarrassment. “It just seems to me that you’ve done this a lot, and I haven’t.”
Aidan rose up to his haunches, giving her a thoughtful look. “I want you very much. Does it matter how many women I’ve been with?”
“I know it shouldn’t, but I keep thinking about what your expectations are—” Bethany started, but Aidan was done with the conversation, and she gasped as he peeled the front of her dress and bra back and found her breasts.
Aidan kissed the tip of one nipple, murmuring, “My expectations right now are to suck on your breasts, maybe make you come, all before Sergio arrives. Then,” he said between sucking pulls on each tip, “I want to take you to the party in this lovely dress.” He gently pinched her nipple and flicked it with his finger, her gasps of enjoyment causing a smile to touch his sensual mouth. “Later, while we’re at the party, I want to look at your breasts and know that your nipples still tingle because of me.” Aidan nuzzled her cleavage. “Is that a good plan for you?”
“I like that plan very much,” Bethany said huskily.
Aidan lifted his head from her breasts, his eyes scorching her with a heated look. “I’m so glad we agree.” Rubbing his thumb lightly against her nipples, he said, “Now, where was I?” He cupped her full breasts and moaned. “I remember now.”
Bethany grasped his head as he continued to suck and lap at her breasts greedily. She moaned loudly, so close to orgasm, or at least what she thought might be an orgasm, she couldn’t believe it. Then to her deep embarrassment, Aidan paused and looked up at her. “Sorry, I’ll be quiet.”
“Why?” Aidan asked, “I love the noises you make, they’re sexy.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.” He touched his mouth to hers, gently at first, and then with passionate intensity. He licked his tongue into the recesses of her mouth while grinding his hips into her.
“Damn, I’ve got to have you right now. Jesus. I can’t believe how turned on I am.” She watched in shock as he started to work his jeans down, cursing with delight as he reached for his cock. The doorbell rang at that very moment and Bethany thought she just might die from frustration.
“Aidan.”
“I know, luv, just let me—”
“Aidan! The doorbell is ringing. I think that guy you called is here.”
“What guy? Oh. Sergio. Damn.” The only solace was that Aidan looked like he was going to die, too.
“I guess we have to wait after all, right, luv?” he asked as he tried to put his pants back on over his arousal. Wincing, he adjusted himself and sighed. “All right, are you ready to meet Sergio?”
“I don’t know. I feel kind of funny,” she said softly. She was so close to something it was making her itchy and anxious. She couldn’t breathe.
Aidan attempted a laugh. “Because you don’t know Sergio?”
“No, not that. Like I can’t breathe funny.”
“Funny like you’re going to come?” Aidan asked, his eyes riveted on her face.
“I’m not sure. With Mike, he never, I mean, I could never…”
Aidan brought his face close to hers to watch every nuance of her response. “How about by yourself. Did you ever come by yourself?”
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“You know, with your fingers or a sex toy?”
Blushing, she said, “No.”
Aidan sat back and stared at her. “Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?”
Bethany felt embarrassment consume her.
“No,” Bethany said again.
Aidan’s eyes turned smoky green like she had never seen before. He strode over to the window, opened it up and said, “Sergio, hold on a minute, right mate?”
“Don’t leave me down here too long, Irish boy, I do not do outside well,” Sergio said.
“Cheers.”
Aidan closed the window and walked back to the bed, his face set determinedly. “We don’t have much time, and since Sergio is doing me a favor, I’m going to take care of you quickly, even though not tasting you right now might kill me.”
As he lay back on the bed, he fondled her breasts and murmured in her ear, “You know what I mean, right?”
Bethany nodded, but she watched him warily.
“Did this Mike do that for you?”
She shook her head.
“Would you have let him, if he wanted?”
In a heartbeat, Bethany thought and blushed as she nodded.
Aidan kept his eyes on hers as he slipped his hand down into her panties. “You’re wet, God that’s nice, Beth, very nice. I wish I could slip my tongue where my fingers are, where you’re sweet and wet.”
His words and husky voice blended together to create the sweetest tension in her body. She knew she was close, and yet had no idea how to get herself over the final hurdle of this incredibly erotic race. He began to mutter words like an incantation. “I would lick and suck you until you came, and then I would stay there feeling your thighs pressing against my face, licking you, until you couldn’t come anymore…”
And she broke, white hot heat suffusing her body with shudders of ecstasy.