Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights)

by North, Cara

  “Bo!” She didn’t mean to shout since he was right there in front of her, not even an arm’s length away, since she was on his lap. He winced and lifted his hand to his ear. “Sorry. I just. I would know okay. I think I would know. It’s my body after all. And besides, I can’t be pregnant. We get married in December.”

  He cracked up laughing at her. She folded her arms and waited for him to get it together. He said, “Sweetheart, I swear I have just figured out the one nut I can eat that isn’t going to kill me.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You. Ivy. You are nuts. I love you, but you are action packed with issues.” He still laughed, but lightly as he pulled her into his arms. “Okay. I can breathe now. Dale is going to get a kick out of that one, I know it.”

  She harrumphed.

  He smooched her lips and smiled, “We will go to the doctor’s when you finish work Monday. I bet you are. What do you want to wager you are not?”

  She couldn’t breathe now. She couldn’t breathe a normal breath much less a focused meditative one. “But.”

  “No meditation?” he asked. She shook her head no. “Then on to the next plan.”

  “What’s that?” She barely got the words out before she was being rolled over and onto.

  “This,” he said and kissed her. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and she had to admit she was okay with this plan so far. He nibbled her lips and then moved to her neck. His humor had faded and he was intently focused on her body.

  His hand cupped her breast gently and caressed with more care than he had the first time they made love. She wasn’t going to admit that she did feel a bit sensitive there. When his lips moved over the nipple and his mouth opened, she didn’t have to say it. Her body showed it.

  He increased the pressure of his tongue, of the suckle, until she was writhing beneath him and begging for more. Then he switched and started over with the other one.

  “Sweetheart,” he whispered. She had a death grip on his shoulders. “I can slide down easier if you let me go.”

  She eased her grip and he kissed his way down her body. She was already wound up. He barely got his mouth over her clit and she was tensing up to release. She didn’t want to tell him that she had been horny as hell lately and masturbating since he hadn’t been interested. Today, he didn’t have to make much effort.

  He slid his finger into her and she convulsed in a quick clap of thunder followed by bolts of lightning throughout her body. He looked up at her and said, “Damn.”

  “I want you now,” she demanded.

  He moved up and she couldn’t help it. The thoughts so fresh in her mind she asked, “Shouldn’t we use something?”

  He looked more intrigued than offended and asked, “What did you have in mind? I don’t exactly have a pair of handcuffs in the night stand.”

  “Well I…that would be…I meant shouldn’t we use a condom?” She was dead serious.

  He couldn’t hold back the snicker of a laugh. “I think it’s a little late for that.”

  “But it might not be.”

  “But it is.” He was insistent.

  “But it might not be.” She sounded like a weak and broken record.

  “What is your wager?” He let his weight settle over her, his cock poised at her entry and anxious to breach, but refraining.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Okay then. I’ll go first. If you are. I get to tie you up and try three new positions.” He added, “This week.”

  She hated to admit it but it didn’t sound like she would be losing anything with that bet. “If I’m not, and I’m not.”

  “If you are not then…I will let you tie me up and you can do anything you…” He must not have liked her expression. “Almost anything you want to me.”

  “Hmmm. What if I say, if I am you can do ANYTHING you want to me. And if I am not, which I am not. I can do ANYTHING I want to you.” She let her fingers slip down his spine in a tickling soft touch. His hips shifted forward, the head pushed almost inside. It had to be torture for him to wait there. It was difficult enough for her not to lift up and push him in.

  “Deal.” He leaned down and kissed her. Her grip on his back tightened. She urged him forward with her hands, her arms, her hips.

  “Sweetheart,” he called out to her as he sank into her. She groaned in acceptance and sighed with the pleasure. “I’m known for two things, luck and timing. I knew the chances that first night.”

  Unfortunately, at this stage in their relationship she knew that was true. Everyone had said it. He had been the one to find the animation job for her because he happened to be in the right place at the right time to overhear the project. Everything about the wedding that Bo was involved in ran smoothly. When it was just her and one or all of the boys, Mathis, Dale, and Gabe nothing was ever on schedule.

  Still, Ivy had her doubts. She had a two day cycle. She was stressed. She was eating like there was a limited amount of cookies left on earth to be consumed. Her mind wanted to wander but he hooked her leg and lifted it higher, allowing him deeper. “Fuck.”

  “Is that a command?” he teased.

  She didn’t curse a whole lot. They had that in common. She thought this might be the exception to the rule. “Yes.”

  “Then say it again.” His voice dropped an entire octave.

  She was keenly aware of the glazed look in his eyes. She was still a little awkward with the whole talking during sex thing, but she was an actress, so she dipped into that bag of characters and pulled out, “Fuck me. That’s right. You heard me.”

  He was surprised. His reaction spurred her reaction and she was really getting into it. “Oh, yes. Bo. Just like that. How do you want me?”

  “Really?” He was almost too excited about the question.

  She took a deep breath and reminded herself that he had done nothing but please her, take her to new heights, make her come. She had not learned to tame the dragon. She needed to figure out how and soon so she said, “Really.”

  “Turn over.” She missed the feel of him instantly. A little disgruntled by the exit, she apparently amused him. “It’s going back in sweetheart, don’t worry.”

  “You don’t think this position is degra…oh wow.” Ivy discovered she liked the degrading position. She was becoming more aware of the difference between what she thought and how she perceived things from her pre-sex days and her lofty position as a virgin judging her friends for things like this, and how she felt right now. Like if he told her to bark, she would if it meant he would keep going. “That’s a good spot. Oh fuck that is a great spot. Don’t move.”

  He stopped and groaned as he did so. “God you’re killing me.”

  “I mean keep moving just don’t move-move.”

  He laughed and the vibration pushed him just a fraction over and she was oh so glad it did. “That’s good. Keep doing that. Fuck.”

  He moved one of his hands from her hip around to stroke her clitoris. She was gone. Within a few circles she was howling out his name and hers too for all she could tell. The orgasm slammed into her and racked her body from head to toe. She wasn’t even sure if he came. She just knew her arms were spent, her legs too weak. She fell forward on the bed in that exhausted daze that followed.

  He moved beside her to lie face up and then looked at her. She blushed.

  “That doesn’t count.” He was sated, his skin flushed, and he had a sleepy grin on his adorably handsome face.

  “Count?” She moved to her side because her belly was not happy in the current position.

  “Yeah, when I win,” he said around a yawn. “That is a new position for us, but it doesn’t count against me.”

  She had to giggle.

  “And Ivy,” he said gently and moved to push her hair behind her ear. “I would never do anything to degrade you. We can have fun, we can play, we can do whatever you want, however you want, and I will never think that makes you less than my everything. Because you are.”

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bsp; He always said the sweetest things. She bit her lip and said, “Because you wanted me to bark from that position?”

  He opened one of his closed eyes and cheekily said, “A little bit.”

  Her mouth rounded and her eyes opened wide. “Bo!”

  He laughed and reached out to pull her close to him as he moved to face her on his side.

  “I’m glad I amuse you.” She said with a light laugh.

  “I love you.” He wasn’t joking then. He closed the distance between their lips and kissed her tenderly, passionately, until she was breathless. “You would be amazed at all the things we can do if you let me lead you there.”

  “Okay,” she said quietly.

  “Okay?” he asked and propped up to look at her.

  “I know I need to learn how to tame the dragon. I guess that is only going to happen when you teach me.” She rolled to her back and decided right then and there that she had to trust him. She had to let go of all the proper things and figure out what was right for them.

  “What are you talking about? What dragon?” He was wide awake, curious, and amused.

  She bit into her lower lip, boldly slid her hand down to cup him and said, “This dragon.”

  “You call Mr. Bliss a dragon?” he quirked a brow.

  She returned the expression and asked, “You call it Mr. Bliss?”

  “Well, yeah. When I was a little boy my momma would say, cover your Mr. Bliss, Bo. Don’t let anyone touch your Mr. Bliss. Don’t let Mr. Bliss get you in trouble at co-ed camp.” He laughed. “I’m sure she didn’t know what to call it. My dad was in the military and gone more than not. He enlisted when Alex was five and I was born. Alex had dad for some of that stuff. I had mom. He died shortly after Dale was born.”

  Ivy asked, “So Sam isn’t your full sister?”

  “I don’t understand the question.”

  “You have different dads.” She reached out to stroke his hair. She wanted to be connected to him while he talked about this. He hadn’t discussed it with her in detail before.

  “Oh, well yeah. I guess if you look at it that way.” Bo shrugged. “I guess I just see my little sister.”

  “Where is her dad?” Ivy asked gently.

  “My mom went through some stuff the year after my dad passed. When she emerged from that depression, she really started going through some stuff. We never met them, but there were boyfriends. Several. It went on like that until Sam.

  Now, I don’t even know if my mom is dating. I think between the depression year and the dating year she might have thought she was too old for pregnancy, I don’t know. I really don’t know.” Bo plopped his head back onto the pillow as he adjusted and then looked up at the ceiling.

  “Sam doesn’t know who her father is?”

  “I don’t think my mom knows who her father is,” he said gently. “I was too young to have tutors come over and teach the woman etiquette, and manners, and put the fear of God in her about these things.”

  “Hey!” Ivy poked him in his ribs and he squirmed. She realized he was ticklish and began moving her fingers along the side of his ribcage quickly.

  He really began to squirm and laugh, “Ivy! Quit or you will suffer the consequences.”

  “Maybe I need to suffer.” She stopped tickling him and pulled her hands up to her lips to cover her mouth. His eyes twinkled with mischievous intent. “I don’t know where that came from.”

  “I do.” He reached up and pulled her towards him. Her lips pressed against his and he rolled them until she was on her back. He was careful not to lay on her like he normally did. He was more to the side, his muscular thigh pressed between her thighs.

  “Where?” She had to hear this one.

  “From the dragon,” he said playfully.

  “Your penis?”

  “No. I’m not the dragon. You are.” He laughed.

  “You can’t call my cha-cha a dragon!” She was partly amused partly offended.

  “Fire breathing dragon,” he said as he leaned in for a kiss. He pulled back and added, “She’s starting to breathe fire again right now. You have no idea how hot and wet you get inside there.”

  Ivy was pretty damn sure this was not what May meant, or was it? She couldn’t tell anymore. “So then you have to learn to tame the dragon, not me?”

  “Are you challenging me?” She could feel his entire body go rigid.

  Ivy thought about it for a long silent moment. She looked at Bo Bliss, her husband, a man she had allowed limited control when it came to their bedroom affairs and decided, “What if I am?”

  His eyes closed softly then opened again, “Are you?”

  She could feel him rock hard against her flesh, his voice had dropped to that deep rumble. The thought crossed her mind that if she was in fact pregnant, they likely had a limited amount of time her body could do the kinds of things she had been dreaming about doing, but refraining from attempting or asking. “You think you can break me? Bend me to your will? What, you want me serving you? Puh! I’m Ivy Bliss. I’m an academy award winning actress. I bow to no man.”

  She felt like she deserved another award for that speech because inside she was really freaking out about all of this. He was speechless. Stunned into silence by her words. She did her best impression of boredom and said, “Away with you peasant.”

  Chapter 9

  Bo was pretty sure if his dick got any harder it would detach itself and go tame the dragon on its own. She was not Ivy. She had pulled up some character from the farthest corners of her mind, he was sure of that. He had to decide whether he wanted to play with this character and hope that she didn’t regret it, or let it be. He could easily sweet talk her and coax her into being just Ivy again. Shy, innocent, a bit awkward.

  He was known for luck and timing.

  She wanted to lose control. She wanted to give it to him. He knew that balls to bones. She had all along. He was lucky she made this decision now because the time for these games was running out if she was pregnant. He’d have plenty of slow, passionate lovemaking with her later. He was tired of just having sex.

  “Ivy,” he whispered and she turned her head to face him. “Prepare to get fucked.”

  Her eyes opened wide, her mouth did too. Good. He shocked her. She had shocked the hell out of him, but now he was all in. He leaned down and kissed her. His tongue probed roughly, he nipped a little bit harder. Her body responded with a surge of wetness and her hips lifted her against his thigh trying for friction.

  “Oh no you don’t.” He moved and kept moving until he was kneeling over her. She looked up at him and he said, “Don’t waste my time here.”

  She started to protest but he cut her off by inserting his dick into her mouth. He pulled out and looked at her. He asked, “What was that you were trying to say?”

  Her brows drew down and she opened her mouth to speak again and he repeated the action. He pulled out and looked down at her. He propped one hand on his hip and reached the other out to strum his fingers against the wall as if he were bored. “You are wasting my time here.”

  She blocked him the next time she tried to speak and he held back his smile. She wasn’t going to come over easily and he liked that. She needed the confidence. She needed to figure out there was so much control in letting go. Her hand over her mouth she said, “I ‘m not sure what you want me to do.”

  “You need me to spell it out for you? I don’t exactly have a script to hand you miss award winning actress.” He didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. He might crack up laughing because her innocence sometimes amused him. Her expressions often touched his heart and tickled him at the same time. He needed to be firm with her if they were going to do this right.

  He felt her lips graze the tender flesh of his ball sack and he relaxed enough to let her figure it out. She had only given him a blow job once. No matter how many times he went down on her she seemed uninterested in returning the favor. Not anymore.

  “Open, I want to feel your tongue on me. That’
s it. Now the other one,” he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He had wanted to feel this for so long it was almost overwhelming. “Now move your tongue up the seam to the base, all the way up. Now let me in.”

  She opened her mouth and he angled his body and eased in this time. He worked her up to it slowly, putting more in with each controlled thrust. He reached his hand down to tilt her chin up and she opened her big brown eyes wide as he slid deeper. He pulled out and said, “Catch your breath. When I go back in, Ivy. I’m going down your throat.”

  Something flashed in her eyes and she said defiantly, “Is this the best you got? Now who’s wasting time?”

  Every muscle tensed at the challenge. She smirked and then opened her mouth with a sigh of boredom. He could feel the ripple of excitement shoot up his spine and burst at the base of his skull. “Take it, all of it.”

  He pushed past her lips, the head skimmed the roof of her mouth and then he pushed deeper and felt the smooth flesh at the back of her throat. He felt her pull away from him and he surged forward sliding down that passage just enough to feel her lips touch the base of his dick. He pulled back enough for her to breathe and then did it again. “Look at you squirming to get away from me. You can’t handle it can you?”

  Her hands moved up to adjust the pillow under her head. The angle shifted a bit. Her eyes narrowed, determined to prove something. She let go of the pillow and put both of her hands firmly on his ass. His right thigh began trembling as soon as she pulled him forward and took it all the way. She didn’t stop.

  “That feels good. Act like you enjoy it.” He was barely hanging on by a thread at this point. The woman apparently lacked a gag reflex at this angle. She began breathing through her nose so she could keep going without him pulling out. She began making noises. The vibrations racked him from head to toe. “Put your finger right under my nuts. Not there!”

  His hips jerked forward in surprise and he could have sworn she laughed. Determined to regain his composure he reached down and showed her where and how he wanted her to rub and push against him. “Yeah, like that. Your mouth is so sweet. I love it when your lips touch the base of my cock. God, that’s it. I’m going to come. I want you to swallow it.”