Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights) (20 page)

“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.”

He didn’t hide his smile at her expression. “That’s right, all of it. You ready? You better be, ‘cause here it comes.”

He felt her swallow the first surge of fluid and the feel of her throat working, even if just for a fraction of a second was enough to make him howl. He pulled back and watched her make an unexpected expression. She opened her mouth and let the final drops fall visibly on her tongue. Her eyes challenged him still. “Fuck!”

Her tongue came up and over the tip of his dick and she said, “Haven’t you had enough for one night? You look tired.”

He was tired, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. He damn sure wasn’t going to be finished with her still feeling and talking superior.

“Scared?” he said and stoked her face with his hand. He ran his thumb
across her swollen lips and fought back the professions of love and all things tender and warm he wanted to say to her after milking him like that.

“I’m not the one fr
eaking out over a touch,” she said and then lifted her head to suck his thumb.

She had him there. He steeled his resolve because for a moment he thought maybe this character that had her wound up and bossy might be a bit more of a challenge than he anticipated.

He moved off of her and got out of the bed entirely. A flash of Ivy popped through the guise, “Where are you going?”

That anxious and uncertain flicker in her eye had him conflicted again. “Just stretching my legs. You know what? You should probably get up and stretch yours too. Maybe you could stretch them all the way to the kitchen and make a sandwich for me.”

“
For
you?” She sat up.

“Yeah. I mean I just fed you a decent shot of protein. That should hold you over…” He couldn’t keep a straight face if his life depended on it. Her expression was priceless. He let out the laugh and realized that he didn’t have to do this any particular way. They were not under contract. This was him and his wife and they were just having fun.

“Don’t you laugh at me. In fact, you go make
me
a sandwich.” She folded her arms and waited.

“Me? I don’t think so.”

“Suit yourself. I mean, I just had a shot of protein that will tide me over so…”

Damn. She used that one against him pretty quick.

“Well,” he said as he looked at the juncture of her legs. “Maybe you have something else to offer me then.” She wanted to make him play it dirty, he would.

“Now we’re talking.” She didn’t even hesitate to spread her legs.

He moved over to the side of the bed and pulled her by the ankle until she was at the edge. He dropped to his knees and she said, “That’s where you belong. On your knees like that in front of me.”

A sizzle of delight coursed through him. When she understood how to play these games, that is exactly where he wanted to be sometimes, at her service. But it had to go both ways and she needed to learn what it means to control someone else by being controlled.

He picked up her foot and looked at her while he brought it up to his lips and kissed the arch. She bit into her lower lip. He kissed her ankle, nipped her knee, and then did the same thing to the other foot and leg. “Open up wider.”

She obeyed that command without further hesitation.
He tormented her with licking and kissing and touching everywhere but where she needed him to. She was becoming unruly and her hips were trying to angle her anyway she thought it might give the least bit of friction. Finally, after pleading for it didn’t work she bit out, “Damn it Bo! What do I have to do to get you to touch my clit?”

He sat back on his heels and said, “Make me a sandwich.”

He thought for a moment she was going to punch him in the face. He bit his lips as she growled and rolled out of the bed. She stomped out of the room and down to the kitchen. He tried to be as quiet about laughing as he could, but everything she touched he heard because she slammed it.

***

“Make me a sandwich; I’ll make you something all right.” Ivy fumed. She was so pissed at him right now for teasing her like that. She looked at the sandwich and considered that she couldn’t be too pissed off because it was a decent sandwich she put together for him.

Protein shot. She was disarmed by his humor even though he had just pummeled her mouth like it was her vagina. A tickle of excitement slipped through her as she remembered how good it felt to be told what to do and to know beyond doubt that he liked it. He wanted it that way.

She groaned as she pulled down a glass from the cupboard and poured water
into it. He was going to need this meal. She wasn’t giving over to him easily. She wasn’t exactly sure what had come over her, but the more difficult she was the more turned on he seemed to be. The more she rose to face his challenge, the more turned on she seemed to be. His dragon, her dragon, one of them was getting tamed tonight.

She carried the sandwich and
the drink up to the bedroom and glared at him as she brought it over to him. A thought struck her and she turned that frown upside down. He quirked a brow as she came closer, now smiling. He asked, “What did you do to my sandwich?”

“Nothing,” she said it innocently. “I even brought you some water. I figure you’re going to need your strength.”

“Do you now?” He took the water first. She sat the plate next to him on the bed and moved to kneel in front of him. He drank the entire glass of water before he realized where she was. He looked at her and studied her a moment before asking, “What are you doing?”