Drop Dead Sexy(20)

I peeked at him through my fingers. “You do?”

“Sure. Don’t you ever talk to yours?”

“Well, since I don’t have a penis, that would be no.”

Catcher rolled his eyes. “Not a dick, your *.”

“Um, no.”

“Maybe you should start.” He grinned. “After all, she deserves some compliments since she’s an awfully nice *.”

I laughed as I shook my head. “Thank you.”

“I’m serious. I’ve known quite a lot of pussies in my day, and by far, yours is one of the nicest.”

At the mention of his man-whoring, I reached over and pinched his nipple and not in a fun, sexual way. Although it was only about tonight for us, I still didn’t like to hear him talk about other women…or other pussies.

Catcher winced. “Sorry. It is the nicest.”

“Don’t you know it isn’t polite to brag about your sex life in front of me?”

“I wasn’t bragging; I was just stating facts.”

“Would you like a paddle to help you up Shit Creek in your douchecanoe?”

Catcher threw his head back with a laugh. “Liv Bug, I do love your sassy mouth.”

“Does that mean you’ll watch yours?”

“Yes, ma’am. I will.” I started to nod when he added, “I’ll watch my mouth go all over your body.”

I groaned. “I give up.”

Catcher chuckled and held out his hand. As I slipped my hand in his, I said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He then led me into the bathroom. While he bent over to turn on the shower, I ignored the urge to stare at his ass, and instead, I checked my reflection in the mirror. Even after the storeroom f*ckfest, my hair and makeup were holding up remarkably well. I would have to give Jill some more thanks for her mad skills.

Once the water appeared to be just right, Catcher slid back the shower curtain and crooked his finger at me. Ever the gentleman, he helped me inside before following behind me. I moaned as the scorching hot water beat against my back.

“Hey now, save those moans for me and not inanimate objects,” Catcher said, as he tore into one of the hotel’s wrapped bars of soap.

“I’ll try.”

After lathering up his hands, Catcher went straight for my breasts. Kneading them, cupping them, squeezing them. It was seriously working me up. I gasped when he tweaked and pinched my nipples.

“Gotta make sure those are squeaky clean,” he said, with a grin.

“I didn’t realize I was such a dirty girl.”

“Hmm, I plan to clean you up just to get you down right filthy.”

I shivered in spite of the scalding water. With both Jesse and Eric, it had taken time for them to warm up to using dirty talk. Catcher, on the other hand, came right out swinging with it. And so help me, I loved it.

Catcher eased me back into the shower stream to rinse my breasts. When his hand dipped between my legs, I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I panted.

“Hold back. I want to hear you—every moan and groan, especially the screams.” As if to elicit a quick response, his fingers stroked my clit harder. This time I didn’t hold back. I threw my head back and groaned. “That’s nothing. Wait until I get my mouth on you.”

I whimpered. “Please. Now.”

Catcher obliged me by sinking down onto his knees. His strong hands gripped my thighs and pushed them apart. He nudged my * with his nose before placing licks along my inner thighs. When his tongue lapped at my clit, I rewarded him with a hearty grunt. My torso leaned back against the shower wall while I propped one leg up on the ledge to give Catcher easier access.

The man must’ve graduated from the Academy of * Eating with top honors. Maybe even the Valedictorian. I’m not sure how he was able to swirl his tongue around my clit while simultaneously sucking it. It was multitasking as its finest.

When he spread me apart with his fingers, I expected to feel them pumping inside me.

But he used his tongue instead while his mouth and even his teeth pressed down on my clit.

“I’m going to come!” I cried.

“Yeah, baby. Come hard around my tongue.” His words vibrated around my *.

I wanted to argue with him that if I came, my already rubbery legs were going to give way. But instead, I rode out the pleasure like I was on the back of a bucking bronco. I held on for dear life not to miss a single thing. I made Catcher’s face my bitch as my hips pumped furiously for added friction. If I thought the Rusty Ho storeroom orgasm was hot, this was like scorching hot magma pouring over me.

“Catcher!” I screamed, as the walls of my vagina clenched and pulsed.

Once I came back down from the epic high, I found Catcher standing before me with a pleased smirk. After flicking his tongue, he said, “Pretty good, eh?”

I swept my hand to my forehead to push the sopping wet hair out of my face. “Oh, yes.”

He grinned. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before I take you standing up again.”

I bit my tongue from protesting that I wouldn’t have minded. I didn’t care where we had sex as long as we had it. We could bang on the bathroom floor, and I wouldn’t have cared. Hell, I would’ve ridden him on the toilet at that point.