Drop Dead Sexy(60)

“Well, then. Your wish is my command.”

When Catcher’s hands went to his tie, my breath came wheezing out like a deflated accordion. As he loosened it, his eyes never left mine, and for the life of me, I couldn’t bring myself to look away. When he started unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his fantastic chest, I licked my lips, causing Catcher to groan. “Fuck me, you’re sexy when you do that.”

“I can’t help it. You’re making my mouth run dry.” Catcher’s burst of laughter took me by surprise. “What?” I demanded.

He tore off his shirt and dropped it to the ground before replying. “You should have seen the expression on your face. You looked horrified by what you just said. Like you were suffering from a split personality.”

Warmth flooded my cheeks. “You and the wine bring out the naughty in me.”

“I’ll be sure to restock that brand,” he said with a teasing twinkle in his eyes. He then loosened his belt and dropped it to the floor. After unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, he whisked them away.

Seeing him standing before me in all his naked glory caused an ache of longing between my legs. Just as I was about to say something that would have embarrassed me, I bit down on my lip to keep it safely inside.

Catcher closed the gap between us. He tilted my chin up to look at him. “What were you about to say?”

“Nothing,” I lied.

He reached around behind me to smack my ass. “Don’t be bad and lie to me.”

Normally I would have told him to shove his hand up his ass before hitting mine again, but gaaaaah, it was so sexy the way he did it. “I was going to say just looking at you makes me wet.”

Catcher swept his thumb over my bottom lip. “God, I love that mouth of yours.”

I reached between us to take his growing erection in my hand. “Would you like it wrapped around your cock?”

“Hell yes, I would.”

With my hand firmly around his erection, I sank down to my knees. To me, there was something so sexy about looking up at a man when you had his pride and joy in your mouth. During my college years, I’d become a connoisseur of giving blowjobs. Of course, I was all about being in control, and if some douchebag ever tried the ol’ “I’ll hold your head down so I can f*ck your mouth’ bit” I was off my knees and out the door.

I flicked my tongue out and swirled it around the head of Catcher’s dick. I planted kisses down his shaft and then onto his balls. “Liv, please,” he begged.

Smiling to myself, I then slid him achingly slow into my mouth. When he finally bumped against the back of my throat, Catcher groaned. Fighting my gag reflex, I pushed him back out before starting to glide him in and out of my mouth. When I gripped him harder, Catcher threw his head back. “Oh f*ck, Olivia.”

My free hand went to caress his balls, alternating between gently squeezing them and rolling them between my fingers. Over and over, I bobbed up and down on him, alternating between increasing and decreasing the pressure.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I popped his dick out of my mouth and glanced up at Catcher. “Then come.”

He stared down at me with eyes hooded with lust. That look. Damn, did I love that look of lust. And I loved having Catcher at my mercy, loving everything I was doing to him.

“You sure?” he questioned in a strained voice.

I answered him by taking him deep into my mouth. He grunted and began flexing his hips. It was an incredible ego trip when he called out my name as he came. Although it wasn’t my favorite thing in the world, I swallowed quickly.

Catcher helped me up off my knees. He swept my hair out of my face and gave me a lingering kiss. When he broke away, he gave me a lazy smile. “I think I’m in the mood for some dessert.”

I blinked at his retreating form. “Um…okay.” I mean, I guess a cupcake would be nice to get the cum taste out of my mouth. I had just thought maybe I would get a little oral reciprocation or something along those lines.

When Catcher returned with the container of cupcakes, I started for the couch, but he stopped me. “Strip.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said to strip.”

I bunched my eyebrows in confusion. “But I thought you said you wanted dessert?”

A wicked look flashed in Catcher’s baby blues. “I do. I plan to eat this cupcake off your naked body.”

Well now. That wasn’t something I was expecting. “All righty then,” I replied.

My hands went around my neck to find the zipper on my dress. Once I let it down, I brought my arms through the holes and then pushed the dress off my waist to the floor. “Nice lingerie,” Catcher mused.

I glanced down at the almost transparent black bra and panty set I had found in the back of my underwear drawer. Since I’d wanted to match the dress that Jill brought, I’d resorted to my old stash in my chest of drawers that I’d found after moving back home. The last time I’d worn the set was in college. I was surprised I hadn’t found them moth-eaten when I pulled them out.

“I’m glad you like them.”

“I’d like it better if you hurried up and took them off.”

Obeying his wishes, I whisked away the bra and panties, and they joined my dress on the floor. I stood before him in only my heels. When I bent over to take them off, Catcher stopped me. “Keep them on. And lie down on the floor.”