Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights)

by North, Cara

  His hand released his grip on the sheet and his cock to come up to stroke the side of her face gently with his fingers. Her eyes closed and heat bloomed throughout her core. She turned her head and impishly placed a kiss on his palm. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His jaw clenched and his hand slid into her hair and behind her head. He urged her gently forward, up to his lips.

  She lifted to oblige his directions. The moment her lips met his, sparks ignited throughout her body and revved up her libido. His soft lips parted and tentatively his tongue tested the flesh of hers. She opened and allowed him access to her tongue. Once he slid in, retracted, slid against hers again, and realized it wouldn’t kill him this time, he firmed his grip to hold her closer, to kiss longer, and to taste more.

  Uncomfortable at the current angle, she moved until he was helping her, guiding her to straddle his waist. She was on top of him. The feel of his heat, his steel, against her core even through the boxers and panties had her turning to liquid inside. His other hand came up to cradle her face in both of his palms as he continued to kiss her breathless. Ivy had a handful of men to compare his kisses by. Most of them from movies she had been in. The feeling was immediately and intensely different. This was real. Her hips pressed against him instinctively rocking her along the hard ride between her thighs. He groaned as he let her go and repositioned his hands at her hips.

  She had come this way once before only Jonas was on top of her and they were on set. It was by accident and fortunately they were covered from the waist down and her character was supposed to be doing the same thing. Jonas knew it wasn’t fake. They had been ‘rehearsing’ in his trailer and she realized the moment that real ‘fake’ orgasm ended that Jonas Gunner was deep down a sweet guy, but not the one for her. He was a good friend, but he had little patience and wanted more than grinding. How could he not when panties practically dropped spontaneously when people saw him?

  Bo wasn’t Jonas. He wasn’t her other co-star either. Nor was he the lead singer of a popular band who thought he would be the one to break her resolve. None of them had. Bo had only wanted to take her out to dinner. She had forced him to Vegas to marry her instead. They wouldn’t be in this current position had she not rushed into everything.

  His hands stilled on her hips, holding her steady, firm against him, but preventing her from undulating again. She fought the embarrassment of her position and the urge of her body to keep pressing for the pleasure. He breathed more than said, “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

  “You don’t want me?” She could barely whisper the words. Her pulse went wild for a new reason. Her insecurity was taking over. Bo Bliss had no idea what he had gotten into when he married her. Ivy could chase a man away easily because she was always too worried about everything. Everything!

  “I want you more than my next breath, but I don’t want you to…” He gasped as she moved her hips again against his hold. “Regret anything.”

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  “Good,” he said and smiled. His whiskey eyes looked up at her longingly, lovingly, though she knew he didn’t love her. “I’ll let you lead unless you want me to take over.”

  “I’m nervous,” she admitted. She at least owed him the truth. “This is about as far as I’ve ever gone before.”

  He lifted his eyebrow and said, “Really? Not even oral?”

  Ivy blushed as she shook her head no. “I’ve never been totally naked with anyone. The closest I got was on set and we had those nude suits so…”

  “We’re rolling,” he said as he shifted. Before she knew it he was on top. His lips came down on hers and she welcomed the feel of his kisses, the slide of his tongue, and the nip of his teeth as he let go.

  He moved to her neck and laved it with similar treatment. His hand pushed up her shirt and exposed her bra and the tops of her breasts. He began there. Tormenting her with his thumb as it stroked over the nipple through the bra with one hand and his mouth covered the bud through the fabric on the other.

  Her body began to move on its own accord. Her hips began shifting to rub her sex against his. Her back arched to give him more. Her arms wound around his back and her fingers dug into the muscles trying to hold him closer.

  He found the clasp on the bra in the front and unfastened it. The moment his mouth hit flesh, his fingers touched her without a barrier, Ivy thought she would come undone. Sure, she had made out with guys before. All bases were touched with at least a bra and panty barrier because at some point she knew, like now, there would be no way she could stop without them. Her body trembled and ached in ways she had previously only imagined it would.

  He slid lower on her body and she grew desperate for the release. Acting a bit more like her characters than she believed she would she said, “I want you. I need you. Now.”

  He licked her belly button and she closed her eyes on a moan. His fingers hooked her panties and slid them down her legs. As he moved between them again, he kissed her ankle, holding her foot high, and looked down to see what no one other than her, the lady a the spa two days ago when she had it waxed, and a gynecologist had seen since she was an infant. Ivy was suddenly embarrassed under his scrutiny.

  He didn’t say anything. He trailed kisses down the inside of her leg from her ankle to her thigh until she could feel his warm breath there, over the delicate flesh. Ivy grabbed the sheets on either side of her to keep from digging her nails into his shoulders. His thumbs eased along the flesh, parted her, his tongue probed gently, exploring, testing.

  “Good, God, Bo.” She had never felt anything like it. She could feel herself melting under his touch. Then his tongue settled over her clitoris and danced. Ivy knew all of the words in the air had come from her mouth, but she wasn’t sure she recognized her own voice. Her body arched, her hips moved in time with the rhythm, and soon everything was winding up too much, the pressure of it coiled too hard, and then it broke.

  It was during this break she could feel through the ecstasy a new sensation. His finger, sliding into her, began easing its way through the tunnel as if searching for something. He had larger fingers than her, he could probe deeper and without the limitations of her own hand. He pulled back, pushed in, pulled, and pushed again. Then a second digit worked its way into her and she realized he was trying to make this easier for what was to come.

  Her body slowly recovered from the orgasm and began pressing against his fingers, discovering and seeking a new sensation to build from. His lips occasionally tested her flesh only to have her tremble and jerk as a response. It took a few minutes before he could lick her clit again and get the reaction he wanted. A third digit stretched her impossibly more and she was grateful for the dual assault since the stimulation of the clit made the unfamiliar stretching sensations easier to adapt to.

  She was calling his name within moments. Panting, racing towards the edge of a cliff she was going to leap from without looking down. The orgasm began with tension in her toes, ran up her legs, through her spine and out of her arms until every muscle was clenched tightly before the release.

  This time, as the waves of her orgasm started, he quickly removed his fingers and kneeled between her legs. His cock in hand he pressed against the spasms at her entry and pushed into her. The difference was at once noticeable, painful, pleasurable, as he sank deeper inside of her.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She nodded. He leaned forward, covering her body with his as his lips captured hers and he kissed her. She could taste herself, the revelation both shocking and erotic to her. He began to move, slowly inside of her. Her body adjusted to the new sensations, the fullness, and soon her legs wrapped around him, her arms held him tight. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted him to do this to her forever.

  “Let me know if I hurt you, okay?” he said before he picked up the pace a bit, delved deeper until he pressed against her cervix with each thrust.

  She wouldn’t tell him anything. The pain was nothing c
ompared to the pleasure and he had given her plenty of that. She could feel his muscles ripple under her palms. He couldn’t kiss her anymore, but he looked at her, asked again, “Still okay?”

  “Yes,” she said on a gasped breath. “You feel good inside me.”

  His eyes closed and a moment later opened with a blaze of lust, of wanting. “Say it again.”

  Her fingers dug in to his back and her nails bit just a fraction into his flesh. She said, “God, Bo. You feel so good inside of me.”

  His lips came down on hers with haste, need. She could feel his back bow; his hips pressed him deep where he remained as warmth and liquid spilled into her. Little tremors rolled through the mountains of tense muscles on his body as he eased the kiss and settled on top of her. He was still inside of her. A short jerk of his hips caused his eyes to close, open. He looked at her with such satisfaction she couldn’t help but smile.

  His hand came up and wiped away tears she didn’t know she had been shedding. He frowned a moment and said, “I tried.”

  “Tried what?”

  “Not to hurt you.”

  “You didn’t.” She reached her hand up to stroke his short brown hair.

  “You’re crying.” He pointed out the obvious.

  Ivy pulled his face closer to her and kissed his lips. She then looked at the man who had handled her so gently, had tried so hard to make it a good experience for her. “They must be tears of joy, because I didn’t even know they were there until you pointed it out. I’ve never felt better in my life than I do right now.”

  That was the truth and she was a bit stunned by her own admission.

  Even more surprising was his response, “That makes two of us.”

  ***

  Bo sat at the table wearing his robe. She sat across from him wearing hers. He kept stealing glances towards her, but she kept catching him. He hoped she wasn’t lying about not being hurt. He had done his best to make it as good as possible for her, but he felt like a complete bastard when he pressed into her and noticed the tears in her eyes. They had taken a shower, but not together. He ordered food while she showered. Then she brushed her long, wet hair as he showered.

  He spared her another quick glance and she smiled at him. He held her gaze and asked, “What?”

  “Nothing,” she lied. He could tell. She was blushing.

  “Tell me.” He almost laughed.

  “I was just wondering…if maybe…”

  “What?” He did laugh this time. Her cheeks were blazing pink and she could barely keep a straight face. He absolutely had to know.

  “If next time I could do to you what you did to me.” She let out a whoosh of breath after she finished as if it took some courage to ask.

  His immediate thought was that she really would be the death of him. He cleared his throat and said, “Anytime.”

  “Really?” And damned if she didn’t seem excited about it. “I’ve never done it before. I might not be very good at it.”

  It took a moment for his brain to forge sensible words together. “I’m sure you’ll do great.”

  It sounded more like he was telling her she would ace a test rather than successfully blow him, but that was what he could come up with in this bizarre situation.

  She smiled. Her big brown eyes lit up with excitement. Her face was still a bit flushed from the embarrassment of asking about it. He watched as she stood up and moved to stand next to him.

  “You should turn to face me, right?”

  He looked up at her and realized she meant to do it right now.

  He tried for a cool he couldn’t master as he moved the chair and his body to face her. Almost immediately she moved to her knees in front of him. He took a breath and said, “Ivy, you don’t have to…”

  Her hands slid over the robe and up his thighs. Fuck it! He wasn’t going to fight her on this. She wanted to do it now, so be it. Her hands unfastened the belt of the robe and slowly opened it. He couldn’t get past the way she looked at his naked body. He could feel his chest and face warm under her scrutiny.

  She had that effect on him. He had wanted to kick his own ass on more than one occasion for blushing when Ivy Mills paid attention to him. He always felt so privileged, so special to have her attention. She had no idea what a crush he had had on her for years.

  Now, as she trailed her fingers lightly over his thighs, he didn’t see the movie star. He saw the woman who always smiled at him and said hello. He saw the girl who had talked about the same music he listened to and the same places he liked to go. He looked at his wife. The reality still shadowed by the fantasy they were currently living in.

  He tried to let her figure it out, but she was being way too gentle for him to stand it much longer. “You can hold it firmer.”

  She had barely wrapped her fingers around is shaft. She firmed her grip, but not much. He placed his hand over hers and showed her how hard to hold it and how to stroke him. She looked at it in awe. Every ounce of blood must have rushed to his dick, because he could barely think when she asked him, “And how much when I do this?”

  Her mouth moved to rest at the tip of his prick and her soft lips placed a whisper of a kiss. He had to control his urges. “Open, let me inside.”

  She did. At once the heat, the wetness, the feel of her tongue as it slid over his flesh had him burning up inside. She looked up at him for confirmation she was doing this right. He could have come undone if it wasn’t for the fact that he wanted more. He urged her, “Deeper. That’s it. Just breathe and let it slide…whooo. You can…yes. Oh yes. God, your mouth is sweet.”

  She had started to stroke as she sucked. She was still adjusting to the feel of him in her mouth, he could tell. He was trying not to choke her but he really wanted to feel the back of her throat as his cock slid against it. He didn’t push. He let her do the work.

  His hands pushed into her long brown hair, still damp from the shower and pulled it away from her face so he could see her better. He fought against his desire to put his hand on the back of her head and move her at his desired pace. If he didn’t let her do this her way the first time, he might never get a second chance.

  “If you use your other hand to cup…yes, easy…easy there. A little quicker on the…that’s it. Don’t stop. Keep going. Please don’t stop.” He could barely recognize the voice of the man talking to her. He was torn between what was coming together through her efforts and trying to control himself so as not to push her into doing it the way he liked best. “I’m going to come.”

  He could feel the energy build deep in his core, his muscles tensed, his fingers left her hair and grabbed the chair to prevent him from doing something he shouldn’t do in that moment like slide down her throat. He let her take him up the ladder slowly, torturously, until finally he spent. She moved off of his dick immediately and they both watched as he spilled into the air, over her hand. She continued to stroke him at least.

  Once everything was out, his foggy brain began to clear, and then he put his hand over hers to stop her from another stroke. “It’s empty.”

  She looked at him and then at their hands around his cock. She asked, “Did you like it? Because it felt like you were trying to hold back.”

  The little minx flexed her grip as if to prove a point.

  “I wanted you to want to do it again, so yeah. I did hold back a little.”

  “Then I’m going to do it again and this time…”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa…I need a minute.” She quirked a brow at him and he explained, “I can’t recover as quickly as you can.”

  “Oh.” She pouted as she sat back on her heels.

  He looked at her with a bit of humor and said, “How do you feel?”

  She thought about her answer. A new expression crossed her face and she said with bravado, “Why don’t you tell me?”

  “You sure?”

  She nodded and stood. The robe belt unknotted in her hands and then she opened it and let it slip off of her tanned shoulders and down into
a pool of fabric at her feet. He shucked his own robe off as he stood, pulled her close for a kiss, and then picked her up to carry her to the bed.

  “Bo,” she said as they moved into position. “Don’t hold back.”

  How could he explain that he wanted to do this in every possible position he could get her in. “Okay.”

  He moved in to take her lips, rougher than he had before. She gasped. Pulled back a fraction of an inch and he worried he had made a mistake to trust her with what she wanted. Before he could retreat she pushed her lips against his with crushing force. Her hands were suddenly everywhere.

  Ignited by her reaction he could feel himself getting hard again sooner than he thought possible. He nipped her throat, her collarbone, and the tips of each nipple. Instead of slapping his face like she probably should have, she slid her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, bowed her back to lift higher. He reminded himself that she was not a virgin anymore. He wanted to fuck her deep and hard, but he couldn’t seem to get there.

  Frustrated with himself, he slid down her body and parted the tender flesh of her pussy. He dove in this time. She was already aroused, swollen, and lifting against him. She knew what he could do to her. He pushed two fingers into her and let her adjust as he tongued her clit and searched for the spot. He fucked her roughly with his fingers and enjoyed the fact that she grew wetter, leaked more, and called his name louder as he wound her up.

  She was there, the muscles inside clenching his fingers tightly, sucking them back in as he pulled them out. He wanted to feel her come around his dick this time. He pulled his fingers out and watched the sweet and innocent Ivy Mills, no…not Ivy Mills…Ivy Bliss, practically growl at him to, “Keep going!”

  He smiled as he shifted his hips forward and sank into her. He knew she was still adjusting to this, he could feel the resistance at first. He didn’t cover her this time, no coddling; he remained up where he could control the thrust and finger her clit at the same time.

  “You’re so big,” she groaned.

  Not unusually, but he wasn’t average. He knew that for a fact. Either way it was always nice to hear. He thrust hard and watched her breasts bounce from the jolt. She was already losing it. He heard the gibberish of a request followed by his name. He began moving in earnest, his thumb steady spinning the top of her clit until he could feel her body tense around him.