Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights) (5 page)

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 ch
oke 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 i
nto 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 th
e top of her clit until he could feel her body tense around him.

He watched her neck arch and her head press back as she groaned out a guttural release of pleasure while her body clamped him from the inside so tight he wasn’t able to move until she released. Then the pulsations
milked him of what he had left. He was surprised that his own release was as intense as it was. This was the third time he had come in a five hour time span. He was sure as his body ached in places he hadn’t ached in years. He thought they needed to give it another five hours at least before saddling up again.

Chapter 3

Ivy didn’t want to leave the hotel, ever. They had spent the entire day eating, sleeping, or having sex. She wasn’t sure she physically could leave the room. Her body was aching all over. Come morning the brief honeymoon would be over and they would have to step back into reality and face the world and each other with clothes on.

She had changed so much in such a short amount of time. Never in a million years did she think she would let that thing come near her mouth. She thought women were crazy for letting men put
a penis anywhere other than where God intended it to go. Curiosity was getting the best of her. She was trying her best to remain ladylike during the activity, but it was proving to be more of a challenge than she thought it would be.

             
“What’s wrong?” he asked and shifted so he was on his side facing her.

              “Just thinking about tomorrow,” she said with a sigh. She wasn’t about to tell him everything she had been thinking.

             
“There is a lot to think about. For example, where are you going to stay when we go home?” He looked at her neck and not her face when he asked. She suspected he was just as nervous as she was.

             
“I kind of assumed we would stay at my place. I have a house in a gated community. I feel safe there.” She added the last part so as not to kick his ego or manhood right off the bat. Sure, he had a luxury automobile, but if life taught her anything it was that guys would put everything they had into a car to impress girls.

             
“If you feel safer there, I can manage that.” He looked at her then. She tried to keep her expression of shock off her face, but really, did he think she would live with him in whatever home a grip managed to earn enough money to keep?

             
“I’m sure you have a nice place.” She tried to smooth the way. He half shrugged and nodded as if picturing it in his mind.

             
“You haven’t looked at your phone at all have you?” he asked.

             
She drew her brows together and said, “No! I hate that thing. Have you?”

             
“Once,” he admitted. “But then again, I don’t need to. It’s the weekend and my brother already saw the news and alerted my family to this situation. I noticed you didn’t bother to tell anyone or check to see if anyone had called you.”

             
She frowned. “I don’t owe anyone any explanations for my behavior. Not my parents, not my sister, not my agent, publicist, stylist, pool guy, or the lady who delivers pizza to my house once a month. I’m grown. I don’t need their permission to live my life.”

             
He kicked up a half smile and said, “Fair enough.”

             
“This sucks,” she said bitterly.

             
“Us?” He frowned at her.

             
“No,” she corrected quickly and placed her hand on his cheek. “Reality.”

             
“Nah.” He turned his head and kissed her palm. “You’ll see. It only gets better from here. Or worse, but I am hoping for better.”

             
She giggled. He smiled. He pulled her close and kissed her gently, briefly on the lips and then said, “I’m actually pretty anxious to take you out for dinner some time.”

             
A part of her worried for an instant that maybe that was all he wanted. To take her out in public meant being seen with her. She really hoped he wasn’t trying to attach himself to her for some career gain. She tilted her head back and looked at him. His eyes were soft and sleepy as he stared back at her. He asked, “Ready for sleep?”

             
She nodded. He rolled to his back and then reached for the light.

***

They were in the airport waiting for the flight to board when the true or false segment of an entertainment news program being played on a screen nearby showed a rather blurry photo of them heading into the wedding chapel. The sound was down, but the subtitles were on.

             
“Oh God,” she said. “That’s us.”

             
He nodded. He was focused on the subtitles. He sighed as the revelation of his true identity came across the screen as ‘Did Ivy Mills elope in Las Vegas this weekend with multi-millionaire Bo Bliss of Blissful Sound? This one is so true!’

             
He could feel every muscle in his back tense. She studied the television and then looked at him. She opened her mouth but the announcements to board the plane interrupted her.

             
He was ever so grateful to stand up and head down the walkway. He needed a moment to get his thoughts together. He rushed them to prevent her from saying anything as they boarded.

             
They took their seats and as soon as she strapped in she said in a hushed yell, “What are they talking about?”

             
He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug and said, “I own Blissful Sound.”

             
“The recording studio? I thought you were just a grip!” She folded her arms and frowned at him.

             
“Well.” He didn’t like her attitude. “I’m not just a grip. I do grip work because I started as a grip. I enjoy working. I miss the time on set. The studio doesn’t really need me anymore. I get bored.”

             
“That’s why they knew who you were. Jed knew you. Dahlia…ugh!” She practically shook with anger.

             
“Why are you so pissed?”

             
“I thought you were…”

             
“Ah,” he nodded. “You thought you were going to have all the cards in this deck. You thought that if I was just a poor little grip I would be grateful for whatever scraps you through my way. Well, well. It is nice to meet you. I had no idea.”

             
Now he was pissed. Her eyes rounded in surprise. He was right. He was disappointed, but he was right. Maybe she wasn’t the sweet and innocent woman he admired after all. She sat back against the seat and pouted. He wasn’t about to coddle her, not after that revelation. She wanted to be treated like an adult; well, here was her first wake-up call. He might adore her on most days, but he would not be treated like a doormat. He did that once in a relationship and would never walk that path again.

             
The flight was the longest hour of his life. She simmered in her own thoughts and he began creating a plan that included a particularly vicious lawyer he happened to be related to in the event that this marriage cost him a fortune to dissolve should it come to that. Asking Alex for help would be more painful than he cared to consider. The sad part was he didn’t want it to come to that. He was struggling to put the Ivy he thought he knew and the one beside him together. One of them he wanted desperately, and the other he wanted to spank for being such a heartless brat. He really hated that she looked so adorable in that dress. He really did not want to be attracted to her right now, but he was.