Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights)

by North, Cara

  “It doesn’t seem like you hate this,” he said.

  She didn’t answer.

  “Do you?”

  Her head shook no.

  “Then ask me to keep doing it.”

  He stilled both sets of fingers and she tried to keep moving against them. “You know you have to ask for it.”

  “Will you keep moving?”

  “Moving what?”

  “Will you keep moving your fingers?” She was breathless. Tired, but her engorged pussy and the new wetness there let him know she was right there with him in the moment. He just needed her to let go.

  “Where?”

  She took a fortifying breath. He could see her shoulders lift as she did so. She said quickly, “Will you keep moving your fingers on my pussy and butt.”

  “Yes.” He stretched her by stretching his fingers apart and she groaned. He could tell she was trying to relax and let him. He praised her, “That’s it, relax. Focus on the part that feels good. That’s it sweetheart. Now tell me you want me to fuck you in your ass.”

  Her compliance came faster than he anticipated. She said it so quietly he had to say, “I didn’t hear you.”

  A little louder she said, “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

  “Do you?” he said as he pushed his fingers in and she pushed back against them to take more. “Because it doesn’t sound like you do.”

  “Yes,” she said breathless. He could feel the muscles getting tighter inside of her. He knew she was back on the train but she was pulling into that station sooner than he wanted her to get there. He needed her to, “Say it like you mean it. Like you know you are going to enjoy it. Like you want it. Like you want everything from me, Ivy.”

  Moisture surged onto the fingers stroking her clit. She pressed back against his fingers in her ass until there was no more there for him to give. His cock was straining. He wasn’t going to last a minute and he knew that. It wasn’t about fucking her in the ass. It was about trust, acceptance, and surrender of her body to him completely for those moments.

  “Bo,” she said through a heavy breath, “I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to make me enjoy it. Make me want it bad, and give me every fucking thing you got.”

  Her back was arching. She was going to come soon and he was not sure he was going to get a second chance at this tonight if she did. He pulled out his fingers and said, “Roll over.”

  “What?” Her body was still moving, searching for hands that were no longer on her.

  He picked up the cloth next to his foot, wiped his hands, put the condom on, and put more lube on his fingers. “Roll over, sweetheart. I want to see your face when I do this. I want to know you want me.”

  She moved to her side and then rolled face up. Her face immediately blushed. She looked at his neck, not his eyes.

  “Hey.” He leaned down to lick the soft folds of her flesh and the stiff clitoris that had been his ally in getting him the things he wanted. Her hand moved to his head and pulled him closer, her fingers closed and his hair pulled. He pushed up and she whimpered. “I’ll make you come. You know I will. I just want to be inside when you do.”

  She nodded.

  “I hope one day you won’t feel embarrassed about this stuff,” he said as he moved into position. He looked down at her and said, “Stroke your nipples. That’s it. I’m just going to rest against it, now a little pressure. Relax. Breathe.”

  “You’re bigger than two fingers,” she said as she closed her eyes. Her face tensed as the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscle at her anus. Once he was past it, she breathed out hard and fast. He did his best to maintain control. She was so tight everywhere, but here it was incredibly tight and so smooth. Her eyes flashed open. He circled her clit and she opened her mouth on a gasp. She groaned and pushed against him. “I…want you to fuck me in the ass, Bo.”

  She surprised him. His hips lurched forward in response without any command from his brain. She gasped then said, “Keep going. It feels good. I can’t really tell you, it just feels so fucking good now.”

  Now he needed to breathe and relax. He worked her clit in the rhythm he knew would make her come. She was lifting to push against him. Her fingers pinched the nipples of her breasts as his fingers spun the top of her clit. Her body bowed, arched, a scream lost on the air broke out as she shuddered around him. He kept spinning his fingers and sure enough she clamped again, not as hard as the first time, but another roll of pulsations gripped him. Her body jerked. Her hand came down to move his fingers away from her clit.

  She settled. An errant pulse raced through and made his eyes close on a moan of his own. He was barely hanging on at this point. It took every shred of discipline he had, but he wanted her to like it. He wanted her to trust him to make her happy, to bring her pleasure.

  She raised her arms above her head and touched the headboard. She whispered, “I love you.”

  He shifted the angle and leaned over her to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her nose, and her eye lids. He pushed himself deep inside of her and then began a slow grind in and out of her until he was shaking like a leaf and could no longer focus on kissing and thrusting. As if she knew this was the moment to take everything she had just given him back she said, “That’s it, come for me. I want you to come inside of me. Give me everything you’ve got, Bo. Push that big cock deeper. That’s it.”

  “Put your arms around me.” He could not believe he just said that. But he did. She wound her arms around him and gripped his shoulders.

  “I am yours, Bo Bliss. All yours.” She leaned up and licked his neck. She pulled his flesh between her teeth and sucked. He spent instantly. His body tensed and loosened so quickly he collapsed on top of her in a boneless, breathless heap of muscle and bone. She stroked the length of his spine and said, “And you are mine. All mine.”

  He smiled. She had in fact taken the reins. She had marked him. She possessed him heart and soul and he could not deny it. He remembered that there may be more than just Ivy crushing under his weight and he shifted, pulled out of her slowly, and enjoyed the sound of her breath as he did.

  “I love you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And Ivy,” he said and she smiled sleepily at him. “My heart and soul are yours. Don’t break them.”

  Chapter 9

  “What’s this?” Ivy smiled as she picked up the box with her name on it. She was sure there was jewelry inside of it, but still no ring. It looked like it might hold a bracelet.

  He looked at the box, frowned, put his hand on the back of his neck and said, “I still don’t think it’s good enough. It doesn’t express just how much…”

  She smiled. He was silly if he thought anything he got for her wasn’t going to be great. She didn’t care about the item itself. For her, it was really the thought that counted. “Don’t be silly.”

  She opened the box and looked at three rings. Each had a unique cut, color, carat, and design. Her eyes widened and she asked, “You want me to choose?”

  “No, no. There is no choice in the matter other than which one you want to wear at any given time. I have this one too.” He stepped closer and moved to one knee in front of her. “I know it’s a little late to formally ask this, but will you marry me again?”

  He held up a traditional ring. A solitaire, round, simple, beautiful slid onto her finger. She bit into her lower lip and gave him her left hand. He slid it onto her finger and said, “This is traditional. I had the others made for you so you could have options.”

  “I don’t want options. I want you.” She looked down at him and he looked up at her.

  “None of them are good enough. I have looked at thousands of rings, and I just couldn’t pick one. I narrowed it down to these four specifically because I thought you would like to wear them as jewelry. For the purpose of binding us together, a ring just doesn’t seem sufficient.” He tilted his head and said, “Well?”

  “What?” Her head was still adjusting to the thought of him searching all thi
s time for a perfect ring and then picking four. She worried he thought she was more of a diva than she really was.

  “I just proposed. A simple yes or no could go a long way right now.” He chuckled.

  “Oh. Oh! Yes, of course I will.” She had been caught up in the conversation and forgot to answer the question. He stood up and their tilts changed as she now looked up at him and him down at her. She smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss her.

  The kiss was far too brief for her liking. He asked, “Do you have a favorite?”

  She looked at the box again and at the rings inside of it. She looked at the one on her hand. She admitted, “They are all exceptionally beautiful. I think each one is special for a different reason.”

  “But?’

  “But you are right. They are just rings. I have an idea.” Ivy sat the box back on the counter and started for the door. “Come on. I want you to go with me.”

  “Go where?”

  “You’ll see.”

  ***

  Bo looked around the place as they walked in. He had considered a tattoo off and on throughout his life, but never got around to doing anything about it. He was pretty glad he hadn’t since his ideas had ranged from surfboards to scripture.

  “Come here,” Ivy said and crooked her finger at him. “What do you think of that one?”

  “That’s a really big design.” He was not so sure this was a good idea if her idea of commemorating their love for one another included a skull that said death is freedom.

  “Not the design, the letters, the font, silly.” She giggled. He was sure he visibly relaxed. She looped her arm around him and said, “It’s just two letters, but I want them to be pretty. That isn’t a pretty statement on that tattoo, but the lettering is nice.”

  “You’re here to get my name tattooed on you?” He was surprised, pleased, flattered, and humbled all at the same time.

  “Yes.” She nodded. “I’m thinking right here.”

  “I think that might hurt.” He didn’t want his name on the back of her neck. He didn’t want needles that close to her spine. “Maybe here.”

  “But if I’m pregnant that might stretch.” She pursed her lips a moment and said, “But I could put it here or here.”

  “If you put it there it might stretch from pregnancy too,” he said as he lightly touched her cleavage. “If you put it here, you don’t have to worry about stretching so much, and would only have to worry about other people seeing it if your clothing doesn’t cover that spot.”

  He liked the idea of it being right below her ribcage on her side. She nodded. He knew it was settled then. She started to walk towards the counter to talk to the tattoo artists and he grabbed her hand. She turned to face him and he asked, “Do you want me to use the same lettering?”

  “You’re…going to get one too?” She seemed so surprised by it.

  “Yeah, of course I am. Where do you think it should go?” He rubbed his thumb along her fingers he held firm in his hand.

  “I think I would like it here.” She reached up to hug him and her hand covered a familiar place on his shoulder. “Every time I hug you, I can remember that right under my palm is my tag, property of Ivy Bliss.”

  “That’s more than three letters.” He laughed on the outside, but on the inside a thrill ran through his body so deep it rattled his bones.

  “It’s also more than two, but that’s what it should say.” She nodded.

  He took a moment to process her statement. “You’re going to have that on you?”

  She let a slow knowing smile cross her lips. “Yes. I’m yours aren’t I?”

  He nodded because he could barely speak. He found his voice and said, “Then I don’t want fancy letters. I want your signature. I want you to write it down and they can put it on my body in your handwriting and I will do the same for yours.”

  Her eyes lit up with excitement. “That sounds perfect!”

  Monday…

  Ivy looked at Bo. He was practically glowing. She crossed her arms and said, “Do you even have three more positions to try out?”

  “That’s the first thing you have to say to me when we are alone?” He got up from his spot in the extra chair and moved to sit next to her on the examination bed. “Ivy, we’re pregnant.”

  “No,” she corrected. “I’m pregnant. Nothing changes for you. He’s not going to grab you a bottle of vitamins and a book.”

  She dropped her arms and began fidgeting with her shirt hem. He put an arm around her and pulled her into his side. She was so nervous right now. So scared, but she didn’t want to admit it. He kissed her forehead and said, “I know it’s scary, but it’s exciting, too.”

  “What will I look like in December?” She didn’t want to be so vain, but the whole point of having the big formal wedding was to have the beautiful pictures. The dress Mathis found her would not fit next month, she was sure of that.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss the spot below her ear.

  “Be serious.” She closed her eyes as he opened his mouth over the flesh and kissed again. She really enjoyed that spot and he knew it.

  He sat back and looked at her. “I am being serious. Do you want to push the date up? We can do it next week if you want. We can cancel it and do it next year. Or, maybe we should do all of the pictures this weekend or next and then you can relax about it.”

  “We’d have to fake all of it, what about cake and dancing, and…”

  “I think I know a few people who know how to put together a fake wedding.” Bo looked at her and winked.

  She had been fake married in three of her movies. She understood how quickly they could pull off the pictures if she really wanted them that badly. She did.

  “I just want the pictures of us. Is that selfish?” She looked down. Of course it was selfish. Just like the feeling that she had a limited amount of time with him before she was going to have to share. She felt guilty for even thinking that.

  “No, sweetheart. That isn’t selfish. It’s normal. Everyone wants wedding pictures. We can arrange for the photographer to come out this weekend if you want.” His hands moved to hold both of her hands. She looked up at him and he said, “I want you to be happy about this.”

  “I am.” She was surprised at the truth in that statement. A part of her really was a little exited to have a baby.

  Saturday…

  He burst through the door and practically ran towards her. He was a ball of energy like she had not seen before. He said excitedly, “There’s a storm off the coast!”

  She couldn’t quite read the excitement. It sure didn’t sound like concern. He was still hyper as he asked, “Do you know what that means?”

  “We need to check our batteries?” She wasn’t sure what it meant, but having batteries for a flashlight seemed a reasonable thing to worry about in a storm.

  “No!” He laughed. “Surfs up!”

  He smooched her on the lips and started down the hall towards the room with his surfboards in it. Ivy wasn’t sure what came over her, but she said suddenly, “We were supposed to watch that movie today. Remember? You wanted to come home and crawl in bed and snuggle up with me.”

  He stopped short and turned. “Yeah, but that was before…”

  “I see.” She cut him off. “You don’t take your commitments seriously.”

  She bit her lips to keep a straight face. He looked at the door leading to his surfboards and then back down the hall at her. “I guess I should get used to it now, huh? When the baby comes along, I won’t be able to just go. This is a rare opportunity to catch some big waves here, but I…”

  “Could always ask me nicely to change my plans.” She hated the way his entire body had deflated with defeat. She was just teasing him, but he didn’t realize that. She watched as his head lifted up and realization dawned.

  ***

  He did want to go surfing. There was not a doubt about it. He was sure she thought he was going to put up a fight to asking nicely. She
had resisted letting him have control. He wanted her to play like this with him so he had to encourage it at every opportunity.

  He walked back up the hall towards her. When he was a few steps away he moved slowly to his knees and enjoyed her surprise. He put his hands on the floor and crawled the last few feet. He kissed the top of her bare foot and said, “Please, may I go surfing today?”

  She didn’t know what to do with him. She said, “Yes.”

  He looked up and quirked his brow, “Yes?”

  She reached down and placed her hand at the side of his face. “Yes. I was going to tell you that I was planning to meet Frankie for lunch today. I just wanted to…see if you...now I know. I will…make sure I know what to do next time.”

  He nodded. He leaned down again and kissed her ankle, trailed his hands up her legs, kissed her knee, ducked under the pretty dress she was wearing. Her legs shifted to allow him access. Her mouth protested weakly with, “I’m supposed to leave here in forty-five minutes.”

  “I’ll be done in less than ten,” he said as he hooked his fingers into the band of her panties and tugged them down enough to access his goal. “You said I could surf, I have to earn that. Understand?”

  He couldn’t see her because he was tented under the loose fabric. Her arousal from his touch permeated his senses and he inhaled deeply. He loved the way she smelled when she was turned on. He craved the way she tasted.

  ***

  “Where’s the baby?” Ivy asked as Frankie took her seat across from her at the restaurant.

  “Grandma day!” Frankie practically shouted. They both laughed. She continued, “I am so glad you asked me out to lunch. It’s been a while since I could use grandma day as an opportunity to do something for me. I’m still working for Jonas even though he just added me to the accounts and said he was not paying me anymore. I think I work more now than I did when I could account for my hours.”

  Ivy nodded, “Yeah they have a lot of needs not necessarily outlined in some basic vows.”