Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights) (21 page)

“You should eat.”

“Are you going to wait right there for me?” He winked.

“Something like that.” She smiled. “This is where you want me right?”

“Yes.”

“So then eat and stop wasting my time.” She glared at him and he returned her stare with a smirk.

He picked up the sandwich and took a bite. She let him have that one out of mercy. He went to take the next bite and she ran her hands from his knees down to the tops of his feet. He had it almost to his lips when she bent over and kissed the tops of his feet. The sandwich went back to the plate. “What are you doing?”

“Eat. You wanted that, remember. Don’t waste it.” She was sitting up again, looking at him as though she had done nothing.

He cautiously lifted the sandwich. Right before it made it to his mouth she kneeled over and licked his ankle. “Damn it. I can’t eat with you doing that.”

He wasn’t mad, he was frustrated. She knew the difference keenly at this moment. “Awe, poor baby. You want two things right now, but you won’t get one until you are finished with the other.”

“Wait,” he made a time out sign with the hand his sandwich was in and his other. She bit her lips to keep from laughing at
him
this time. “Which one do I need to finish first?”

“Well, I don’t have a script to hand you, Bo. Can you figure it out or do I really need…” She watched him down the sandwich in two bites. She was not about to let him enjoy it after what he had done to her.

He looked like a squirrel for a few seconds until he gulped the food down and made a face that let her know it was a lot for him to swallow at once. He cleared his throat. She put her hands on his knees and circled them with her fingertips lightly. She said innocently, “It feels good to swallow all that down at once, right?”

Realization dawned on him and his eyes widened. “You little…” He tried to hide his amusement but failed. He cleared his throat and said sternly, “Oh, yeah. It’s on now, woman. You want to play rough, you got it.”

“Aside from a protein shot I don’t think I’ve gotten anything.” She folded her arms and pursed her lips. He liked the challenge and she gave him more belligerence. She yawned and looked away towards the dresser. “I’m getting sleepy. Is it going to take all night?”

“Get up here.” He commanded and she remained in place. “Ivy. Get your ass on this bed, now.”

A little thrill slipped down her spine as she stood slowly. Moved at a snail’s pace to the bed. She sat just as leisurely next to him. She sighed and let her shoulders slump as she looked at him, “Well?”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The moment she moved to kiss him back he pulled away. “Lay down. And if you move at that pace again, you are going to regret it.”

“I doubt it.” Her pussy clenched in hopes that she would. It was starting to feel really good to be bad. 

“Open up to me.” He moved her legs for her and she tried to act disinterested. He leaned over and stopped just short of touching her with his mouth. Her hips started to lift upward and he pressed her legs farther apart until it was uncomfortable for her to try to lift anymore. He let out a long purposeful breath that whispered over the outer folds of her flesh and she groaned. “I don’t really know how long it will take me to get there.”

“I didn’t hesitate for that, Bo.” She was so desperate to come and he knew it.

He sighed heavy and the breath blew past her again. She groaned. “I’m just not motivated. I mean. I’m getting kinda tired.”

“I’ll do it myself.” She moved to put her hand between her legs and he shifted in the bed. His thighs kept her spread wide, and his hands came up to block one and then the other. He was kneeling between her legs and looking at her from that position.

“Nope.” He shook his head and blocked her next attempt. She wiggled her legs and thought she had some leverage then he shifted his thighs a little farther apart and she knew she was better off just leaving that idea alone. She was feeling a bit like a wishbone and was afraid something might actually snap.

She tried her other hand and he said, “Nuh uh.”

She was getting
exasperated by this game. It was getting late, her body was getting tired. She was getting frustrated and the need hounding her had her ready to do stupid things. She groaned and asked, “What do I have to do?”

“Just ask.” He lifted and lowered his left shoulder.

“Will you?”

“Will I what?” He curled his left hand and looked at his fingernails as though he were bored with her.

“Will you touch me?”

“Touch you where?”

“There.”

“Where?” He sighed and then looked down at his own body and at hers. His cock was so close to her and so hard she knew he was ready to move on to the next phase of
things, but he was holding on to his conviction. 

“Between my legs.” She could feel the heat creep over her chest and face. Damn she didn’t want to say this out loud. It was one thing to talk about his
body; it was another to talk about hers.

“This?” He grabbed his own cock and closed his eyes as he gave it a slow tug.

“No!” She practically barked.

“It’s between your legs.” He winked.

“My vagina.” She closed her eyes as she whispered the word.

“Nope.” He pushed his cock over to rub against her thigh.

“My,” she gulped. She changed her mind last minute and said, “Dragon.”

             
“Oh, now it’s the dragon. I thought I was the dragon. I’m a simple man, sweetheart. I need basic carnal terms to get the point.” He smiled in triumph.

             
She took a deep breath and said. “My pussy.”

             
“Ah,” he whispered. He stroked his hand over the outer lips and then removed it.

             
“Why did you stop?” she was trembling just form that touch.

             
“You didn’t ask me to keep going.”

             
“Keep going.”

             
“You’re not the boss of me, sweetheart. You want me to do something for you, you need to ask for it.” He said. Her eyes flashed open and he shrugged.

             
“Fine. Will you keep touching my pussy?” She about said the words through closed teeth by the end of it.

             
“Nicely.” He added.

             
She took a deep breath and said in her sweetest tone available, “Bo, will you please, keep touching my pussy?”

             
“All right.” He stroked her outer lips like he would pet a dog or cat. She closed her eyes. Took several breaths and then opened them. He was amused.

             
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” she snipped.

             
“The sooner you give in, the sooner you get what you want.” He shrugged. “You’re doing this to yourself, babe.”

             
It was if the realization slapped her across the face. He was right. She was the one doing this. All he wanted was for her to ask for it, nicely. It burned in her throat. It struggled to surface. Her mouth opened and closed on the words and he challenged her with his eyes. He kept going with that consistent petting that promised oh so much more with just a few words. “Will you kiss my pussy?”

             
“Sure.” He smiled as he shifted. The relief of her legs was instant and she sighed as her hips closed a little. He leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on her outer lips.

             
She wanted to curse a blue streak, but opted to put her hand on the top of his head and urge him to remain there as she asked, nicely. “Will you lick my pussy?”

             
His tongue swept out and over her. Her fingers tensed in his short hair and pulled just a bit. He licked again without her asking and she pulled him closer and asked again, “Will you lick deeper, yes, that’s it. God! You know where to touch me. Will you put your fingers, yes. Please.”

             
Please did a lot for his efforts and she asked again, “Please Bo, Yes. Please don’t stop. Will you make me come? Good God, yes. That’s it, fuck. Don’t…please don’t stop. I’m begging you. Fuck, I’m begging you to make me come.”

             
Simple as that he launched every effort into the way he knew would pull her out quickly and she was crashing in orgasmic wave after wave against the shore of his tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers. She was so limp and sated from the experience she could barely keep her eyes open.

             
He looked up at her and moved to settle between her legs. “Ask for it.”

             
“Will you put your cock in me?” She was beyond protest.

             
He slid against her flesh and then slipped the head inside. They both groaned with the pleasure of it. She realized he was waiting and she said, “Will you fuck me?”

             
“Why?”

             
“Because I want you to. I need you to.” She answered as he slid deeper. “God it feels so good when you’re inside me.”

             
“Why?”

             
“Because…you’re mine,” she whispered.

             
“And what are you?”

             
“I’m yours.” Two words got her a hell of a lot more than want and need. “Bo.”

             
“Yes, sweetheart?”

             
“You own it.”

             
“Own what?” He practically growled and his cock delved deep to punctuate the question.

             
“My pussy. It’s yours. Oh yeah, fuck it. I…that’s it. God I love it when you do that, so deep. Harder, Bo. Please, fuck me harder.”

             
He shifted her legs and moved over her. He was face to face with her. His eyes filled with love, tenderness, and he said, “Ask me again.”

             
“Bo, please fuck me harder.”

             
That was it. She was tumbling as he pressed a hand between them and stroked her clit until she was mindless, boneless, and anything he wanted was his for the taking. She pulsed around his cock and he stilled inside of her to feel her walls close and release around him.

             
She was settling from the orgasm, from the excess of the evening as her arms slipped from his back. “Turn over.”

             
She moved into this position so much easier this time. She let him prop her up with the pillows and she waited for him to slip back into her. The weight of the bed shifted, moved. She grabbed the last pillow and tucked it under her head. She closed her eyes and took breaths to relax, to let the fact that she had enjoyed begging him settle in.

             
Maybe it was because she was so lost in her own thoughts, but she barely felt him return to the bed. She definitely felt it when something slick, wet, and not at all warm slipped down the crack of her ass. She wiggled a bit, but he put his hands on her ass cheeks and stilled her. “What is that?”

             
“Lubricant.” As if to prove it to her he began massaging it into her flesh, around, near, and then on the tight bud of her anus. Instinctively everything clenched and she moved to push upward. His hand settled on her back and held her firmly in place. “No, no, no. Nobody takes the back lot tour of this set.” She hated that she still couldn’t just say what she meant without the use of metaphors.

             
He chuckled and said, “Just trust me. Have I hurt you so far? Have I done anything that you haven’t enjoyed?”

             
She bit the inside of her cheek and admitted, “No.”

             
“If you don’t like this, we will never do it again,” he said soothingly. “But, I want you this way. Can I have you?”

***

Bo gently stroked her back with one hand and held her ass with the other. He wasn’t giving up. She had come so far in one night. They were having such fun and she was starting to open up sexually. He knew this was pushing it, but he wanted it all. He wanted everything. He didn’t want another day to go by where she didn’t know that.

             
“Y-Yes,” she whispered.

             
“Then ask me to do it.” He whispered back.

             
“I can’t…ask that.”

             
“Ask what?”

             
“That.”

             
“Specifically, sweetheart. What is that?” He moved his hands again and began massaging the tender flesh. He pressed a finger against the bud of her anus and asked, “What am I doing?”

              “Touching me.” Her body jerked forward then relaxed back.