Although I was still uncertain, I decided to follow Catcher’s advice. After he took his finger away, he picked up the shot glass. I sucked in a breath as he placed it inside my dress between my breasts. With my dress’s tight material, the glass was held suspended perfectly.
I exhaled in a rush when Catcher dipped his head. I gasped when his warm tongue slid across the skin above my breasts. Once he had lapped up all the salt, his mouth closed around the top of the shot glass. I shivered when I felt his lips lightly brush against my skin. Oh fuck me, did it feel good having his mouth on me.
With the glass securely in his mouth, he tipped his head back and downed the contents. He winked at me as he put the glass on the bar. “That hit the spot.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said breathlessly. Jeez, if I stayed around him too long, I was going to need an oxygen tank to regulate my breathing.
“Think you’re good, or you wanna do another?” Catcher asked.
“Maybe. You want me to do it out of your pants?”
He chuckled. “No, babe. No tit for tat on that one.”
Not wanting to be outdone or unsexy, I added, “I could probably make it work.” Of course, in this case it would be dick for tit but whatever.
Catcher grinned as he waved the bartender over. “Two more shots please.”
Once the glasses were refilled, he passed mine to me and held his up. “Let’s do these together.”
“Okay.”
“Bottoms up.”
I had just brought the glass to my lips when Catcher added, “Just like I hope to have you before the evening is over.”
My mouth momentarily formed the Minion “Whaaat?” before I tipped my head back and sucked down the tequila. Somehow with Catcher’s innuendo, I felt I was going to need it.
“Good. Now let’s dance.”
“Okay,” I replied uncertainly. I had never been overly talented when it came to busting a move, so I was a little alarmed at making a fool out of myself in front of Catcher. Thankfully, the band’s cover of Credence Clearwater Revival’s Rolling on the River turned into the slow tune of Charlie Pride’s So Good When You’re bad.
Catcher snaked his arm around my waist and drew me flush against him. Damn, it felt good being so close to a man again. When the woodsy smell of his cologne filled my nostrils, I shivered. There was something about a delicious smelling man that was like liquid sex to me. I quickly brought my arms up to encircle his neck. My fingers couldn’t help playing with the hair at the base of Catcher’s scalp.
After a few seconds of swaying to the beat, one of Catcher’s hands traveled from my waist to squeeze my buttocks. While he caressed my backside, his hips began to move against mine. As if answering a siren’s call, my hips began to move with Catcher’s, my core rubbing against his growing erection. He swiveled his waist to bring one of his knees between my legs. Catcher brought his lips to mine as our hands ran up and down each other’s bodies. For a minute, I thought we’d been transported into a scene from Dirty Dancing. I expected to see Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey come gyrating by.
When the song ended, Catcher extricated himself from our embrace. “Where are you going?” I panted.
“Bathroom.”
“Now?”
A wicked grin slunk across his face. “Trust me, babe, if I don’t jerk this one out, I won’t last one second when we get to a hotel.”
I’m sure my mouth must’ve made a perfect “O” of surprise because that wasn’t what I was expecting him to say. I realized then I had a choice to make. I could let Catcher go to the bathroom to jerk off, or I could go with him to the bathroom and help him out. It was a whole Jerry Macguire “Help me, help you” kinda thing.
When I finally found my voice, I breathlessly said, “I’ll go with you.
Catcher’s brows shot up in surprise. “What about the ‘no bathrooms’ claim you made earlier?”
I shrugged. “I changed my mind.” With a coy grin, I added, “You changed my mind.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Catcher took me by the hand and led me through the crowd toward the bathroom. Before we got to it, he stopped at a door labeled, “Staff Only”. After glancing left and right, Catcher tested the doorknob. When he found it unlocked, he dragged me inside the dimly lit storage room.
After Catcher closed the door, he locked it. “This okay?”
“Fine.”
The next thing I knew Catcher pounced on me. It took me so off guard that I went reeling back. “Omph,” I muttered when I crashed against one of the racks.
“Are you okay?”
I smiled as I brushed the dust off my ass. “I’m fine. I swear.”
“Sorry about that.” Catcher flashed me a sheepish look. “I got too excited by the prospect of finally getting to fuck you.”
My confidence, which had initially been bolstered by the tequila, began to wane, and now a feeling of inadequacy began creeping in. “You sure are getting your hopes up that sex with me is going to be good.”
“I just call it as I see it.”
“I wish I shared your confidence,” I mumbled.
Catcher swept my hair out of my face. “Olivia Sullivan, are you wet for me?”
I blinked at few times in disbelief at his question. “Y-Yes.”
“Dripping wet?” Since my panties were soaked, I nodded. “So I’ve already managed to turn you on enough to get wet?”
“Oh yes.”
“For me, there’s nothing that makes sex good like a woman who is hot for me—who wants me mind, body, and soul.”
As Catcher once again held me in his hypnotic stare, I said, “I’m seriously on fire for you.”
He grinned. “Good. Now enough fucking chatter. It’s time to get fucking.”
“Um, okay.”
Catcher dipped his head to kiss me. Within seconds, his mouth had consumed mine. All the heat from out on the dance floor fanned back to life. As Catcher licked and nipped at my neck, one of his hands kneaded my breast. When he reached for the hem of my dress, I suddenly had an overpowering flashback of being with Eric. The desire that had been racing through my body was soon replaced with panic. Catcher noticed the shift in my mood because he lifted his head to look at me.
“What’s wrong, Liv?”
I plastered a smile on my face. “Nothing.”
He quirked his brows at me. “Bullshit. You just went from scorching to frigid in the span of a minute.”
“You said no more chatter.” Since I desperately needed to change the subject, I reached out to cup his erection over his pants. Catcher groaned and closed his eyes. “Kiss me again,” I demanded.
Catcher brought his mouth to mine in a punishing lip-lock. This time when he shoved the hem of my dress up to my waist, I didn’t protest. His hand delved between my legs, causing me to moan. He began to furiously work me over my thong.
He jerked the fabric aside and thrust two fingers into my wet walls. My head thumped against the back of the rack, causing a bunch of Jack Daniels bottles to rattle. “Oh God,” I murmured.
As Catcher’s fingers worked their magic, he buried his head in my cleavage. He sucked and licked the tops of my breasts before using his other hand to push the material down and expose my breast. My nipple, which was already pebbled, grew even harder. When his mouth closed over it, I cried out and fisted my hands into his hair.
But even as my body surged with sexual energy, I couldn’t push away the worry that gnawed at me. “Catcher?” I breathlessly panted.
“Yeah, babe,” he replied, his warm breath fanning across my breast.
“Have you had a physical in the last few months?”
After giving my nipple a hard tug with his mouth, he pulled away to gaze up at me. “Is this when you start worrying if I’m clean? You can push that thought right on out of your pretty little head because I can assure you I wrap my shit up each and every time?”
“No, no. I was wondering about your general health.”
Catcher gave me a
funny look. “What are you talking about?”
“I mean, did your heart sound okay? Like no abnormalities?”
He pushed himself up to face me. “Why do you want to know?”
“I was just curious.”
“You were about sixty seconds away from me stroking you to an orgasm, and you were suddenly curious about my ticker?”
“Look. It might sound stupid to you, but I need to know before we do this.”
“Why could you possibly need to know?”
“Because I killed the last guy I was with!”
The moment the words escaped my lips, I clamped my hands over my mouth and shook my head wildly back and forth. “I can’t believe I just said that,” I mumbled behind my hand.
“What do you mean you killed the last guy you were with?”
I quickly related Eric’s story in a few sentences. When I finished, I finally dared myself to look at Catcher. I expected at any moment for him to run like hell away from me. Or to laugh. But instead, he gave me a sincere smile. “So that’s why you closed up shop?” When I nodded, he cupped my face with his hands. “Olivia Sullivan, I do believe you are unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I’m really sorry that happened to you, and it is totally understandable why you would be afraid about having sex again. But I want to assure you that I’m healthy as a horse. My last physical was two months ago, and I was given a clean bill of health.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Now that you know I’m able-bodied for sexual activity, can I make you come?”
I blinked at him in surprise. “You mean after all that, you still want to have sex with me?”
Catcher grinned as he rolled his hips against mine. I gasped when I felt his hard length pressed against my core. “Does that answer your question?”
“Oh yeah,” I panted. His hot cock touching me more than answered that question. It sent my battered and bruised self-esteem rising up to do a victory dance.
Once again my dress was pushed up over my hips while Catcher’s masterful fingers dipped inside me. It didn’t take long for him to get back to where we had been before. Suddenly, I felt like I had been running a marathon, my body weak from exhaustion, as the finish line loomed in the distance. It was all just too overwhelming. Then the hands and mouth of a man were too much for my neglected body and pussy. For the first time in six years, I came because of someone else. As my walls contracted around Catcher’s fingers, I cried out a string of curse words. In my mind, I crossed the finish line with my arms raised in victory.
When I came back to myself, I realized that I needed Catcher inside me. Like now. I barely gave him a chance to take his fingers out of me before my hands started fumbling with the button on his pants. Once I got it undone, I unzipped him and started to reach for his cock, but he stopped me. “You do that, and I’ll cream my pants like a teenager,” he groaned.
He dug his wallet out of his back pocket and fished out a condom. I guess I should have been glad he had one on hand, but at the same time, I couldn’t help thinking he must be a real manwhore to keep condoms on him at all times.
As he slid the condom down his impressive length, I couldn’t help licking my lips. He was like the Goldilocks of Cocks…not too skinny, not to wide, not too short, and not too long. He was just right.
He reached out and grabbed me by the hips. “Jump up, babe.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Catcher kept one hand under my ass as he guided his erection to my core. He looked me straight in the eye as he thrust into me. I bit my lip as he filled and stretched me.
“Good?” he asked.
“Mmm,” was all I could reply at that moment. I’m not sure I could have formed intelligible words if I tried.
Catcher grinned as both his hands cupped my buttocks. He began to work me on and off him in time with his thrusts. God, it was soooo good. I’m pretty sure if my vagina could have put into words what it felt like, it would have broken out into singing the Hallelujah Chorus. Or maybe some Aretha Franklin’s You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman.
Even though Jack Daniels’ bottles banged against the back of my head, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the banging going on below my waist. I began to climb closer and closer to a big finale of an orgasm. As if Catcher could sense it, he propped some of my ass weight on one the shelves and brought a hand between us to stroke my clit. How he thrust and stroked, I have no idea. I didn’t stop to question it because it was just too damn magical.
I didn’t cry out as my walls gloriously clenched down on his pumping dick in a masterful multiple orgasm. Oh no, I screamed. Like ear-splintering loud. At the same time, my nails dug into Catcher’s back through his shirt. He groaned and pumped even more furiously in and out of me. It wasn’t long before he tensed and then a long, guttural groan erupted from him. “Fuck yeah,” he muttered in my ear.
I could have stayed in that moment forever, but then Catcher pulled away.
He eased out of me and then set my legs down. They were so rubbery that I began to slide, and he had to hold me up by pinning my thighs with his.
“Thank you,” I said sincerely.
Catcher chuckled. “That’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone thank me for fucking.”
I grinned. “I was thanking you for not letting me fall. But when it comes down to it, people should give thanks for good sex. After all, it’s the polite thing to do.”
“Babe, I just fucked you up against a whiskey rack in the storage room of a shithole dive. I think we left polite a long time ago.”
“Maybe so.”
Ever the gentleman, Catcher knelt down and pulled my panties up my thighs.
I slid a lock of hair behind my ear. “So,” I said.
“So,” Catcher replied.
“What do we do now?”
“Well, we get the hell out of here and go back to my hotel room for round two, which hopefully will be followed by rounds three and four.”
“If I go three or four more rounds with you, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Catcher waggled his brows. “I’ll carry you.”
I laughed. “I don’t know if my vagina has it in her, but she’s willing to try.”
“My dick is very glad to hear that your vagina has such a good work ethic.”
I couldn’t help staring at Catcher like he was some desert mirage. Like at any moment, he was just going to disappear. It was hard to believe a man like him actually existed. He possessed so many wonderful attributes. Good-looks. Strength. Intelligence. Sex appeal. A sense of humor. Magical fingers that played my clit like it was an instrument. And a masterful cock that hit all the right spots.
The knob on the storage room door jiggled. “Who the hell locked the storeroom door,” a voice grumbled behind the wood.
“Two horny fuckers,” Catcher whispered with a grin.
I playfully smacked him on the arm. “Come on. We better get out of here before we get in trouble.”
“I’m pretty sure I could flash my badge to make things right.”
“Do you often use your badge inappropriately?”
He grinned. “When the need arises, I might be known to use it.”
“That’s not too surprising,” I replied, as I started to the door. After I unlocked it, Catcher said, “Here, let me.” He stepped in front of me to open the door. He stuck his head out and peeked around. “Coast is clear.”
Thankfully, we were able to slip out of the storeroom without being caught. I jerked my thumb toward the bathrooms. “Let me go freshen up a bit, and then I’ll meet you out front. Okay?”
Catcher leaned forward to nuzzle my neck. “I kind of like the idea of you smelling like sex as we walk out of here.”
His words caused a shiver to run over me, and I shuddered. Truth was, I’d felt the same way. There was something erotic and elicit about having the smell of sex on me. But I opted for cleanliness and ducked into the women’s bathroom.
After I did a lightning quick clean up, I left the bathroom. As I started across the floor, a fleshy hand grabbed hold of one of my butt cheeks. “Hey sugar, I saw you dancin’ earlier. Let’s you and me take a turn.”
I tried prying his arm off, but it was locked in a viselike grip. Forcing a smile to my face, I said, “That’s sweet of you to ask, but I have to say no.”
His face clouded over. “You musta mistaken me. I wasn’t askin’. I was tellin’.”
When I opened my mouth in protest, he covered my lips with his, assaulting my senses with the taste of someone who drank an ashtray. I gagged when he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
With all the strength I had in me, I shoved him away. “I said no.”
“And I don’t give a shit, girlie. You’re gonna give me the same lovin’ you were givin’ that highbrow dude.”
My gaze frantically spun around the room, desperately seeking Catcher. When I didn’t see him, I tried controlling my breathing as the panic rose in me. I had to do something. I couldn’t just let this dickhead manhandle me and force me to “give him lovin’.” I’d been through self-defense training for fuck’s sake. I wasn’t some shrinking violet.
I’d just formulated a plan to rage war on his balls when Catcher appeared out of thin air.
“Let her go,” he demanded.
“Fuck you,” the redneck replied as he tightened his hold on me.
Catcher’s expression was murderous. “Trust me, buddy. This isn’t a fight you want to pick.”
The redneck sneered at Catcher. “I got a good hundred pounds on you, pussy boy.”
Catcher’s anger visibly swelled at being called a pussy. The next thing I knew he was swinging his fist into the redneck’s face. The force momentarily took him off guard, and I was able to pry myself out of his stronghold. “Olivia, get the hell out of here!” Catcher yelled.
Before I could argue that I wasn’t leaving him to get beaten by this Neanderthal, the redneck came back with a punch to Catcher’s head. The redneck’s Confederate flag ring split open Catcher’s eyebrow, and blood splattered onto my dress. Catcher didn’t have a chance to recover before the redneck captured him in a chokehold.
“FIGHT!” someone shouted. The next thing I knew everyone was kung fu fighting. Okay, maybe not. But the entire place erupted into strangers kicking and gouging each other while glasses and bottles were being hurled through the air.