by S. Poirier
“You’re getting a little too cozy for comfort here, with me,” he says through gnashed teeth.
“What? I’ve been here for a few hours. I was being friendly. Your mom is nice, so I was being nice back. And as far as loving on Dakota, I like animals. And the last time I checked you were the one who brought me here and asked me to pretend to be your girlfriend.” I throw my hands up in frustration.
Catch takes another step closer. Now we are toe-to-toe, and I can feel his quick, hot breaths hitting my face as the muscle in his jaw ticks. “I can’t do this with you, Max.”
“Do what? Stop being vague and just fucking spit it out. I’ve done everything you have asked of me. I spent an entire week locked inside your warehouse. I left with you to travel over a thousand miles to see some guy named Snitch. I colored my hair, it’s fucking brown! And when I figure out just what the hell James Kelly and Fiddle is hiding I plan on sharing that with you as well. So, you know what? I think I deserve some answers. Who are you, Catch?”
He takes a few steps back putting more distance between us. “You want to know what it is I do? What keeps me from this place, and keeps me from getting close to you?” My eyes widen, and I open my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “I’m an assassin, Max. I get paid to kill people. I was supposed to kill you. And the others that I keep referring too—the ones that broke into the warehouse—assassins.”
I knew it was something big, but I didn’t think it would be that big. Frustrated I reach out, grab his chest, and shove as hard as I can. He stumbles back but not enough to lose his footing.
“Good!” he yells as he punches himself in the chest. I flinch at the sound. “I’m not a good person. You shouldn’t want to be anywhere near me.”
“I didn’t push you because I don’t want to be near you. I pushed you because you should have just told me. Why didn’t you just tell me?” I yell.
He runs a hand through his wet hair. “I didn’t tell you because I’ve never told anyone. The only people who know what I do are Timer, Snitch, and the middleman.” He inhales a ragged breath and then lifts his eyes to meet mine. “I knew if I told you too soon, you would have found a way to get away from me. If you left you would die. The people who are after us are a very skilled group of assassins.”
I shake my head. “You didn’t even give me the chance. You should have just been honest with me.” I start to take a step closer and he throws a hand up.
“No, Max, stop.” But I don’t listen and close the distance between us anyway.
“Give me one good reason why,” I say.
He bends over and rests his hands on his knees. “Did you not listen to what I just said? I kill people for money. I’m not a good person. And because I’m no good for you, Max.”
There are only a few inches between us so I reach out and lightly touch his bare shoulder. His breath catches while his whole body tenses. He stands up straight, shakes off my hand, and locks his eyes with mine.
“How about you leave that for me to decide?” I bring my hand up, and do what I’ve wanted to do since that very first night in the warehouse, I run my fingers through his damp, clean hair. He grabs my wrist and squeezes it. Not enough to hurt, just enough to indicate the internal struggle he’s having.
I bring my other hand up and place it on his well-defined pec. Rising slightly on my toes I run my nose up the side of his neck and across his jaw.
“Max?” he says in a ragged breath.
“Catch?” I reply as I run my nose back across his jaw stopping behind his ear. I inhale his clean scent and press a small kiss on his soft flesh.
“We can’t do this,” his voice is ragged, conflicted.
“One night. That’s all I’m asking for. I know you can feel the tension between us. One night so we can get whatever this is out of our systems,” I whisper against his ear. The tension between us has been so high I need some relief. Maybe if we just screwed and got it over with things would be a little easier.
Oh who was I kidding? It would probably complicate things, but we would soon be out of this mess and we could go our separate ways.
Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
He drops my wrist and in one quick motion, grabs my hips, and pulls me flush against his body. I gasp as I feel his very large erection pressing into my belly. “Are you sure, because once I start I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
I pull his face closer to mine. “Yes, I’m sure.” His eyes drop to my lips and before I can even feel the need for him to kiss me he crushes his mouth against mine.
Catch puts one hand on the small of my back pressing me harder against him. Licking the seam of my lips I open for him allowing him access. His warm tongue delves into my mouth with such intensity my knees grow weak and I grip his taut shoulders tight to keep from falling away from him. I’ve kissed more men than I can count, but wow, none of them even comes close to this.
He pulls away slightly. “I’ve wanted to do that for too long now. Please, don’t tell me to stop.”
His words cause my chest to tighten and the butterflies to assault my stomach. The last thing I want him to do right now is stop. Even if a whole army of assassins came tearing through here at this very moment I still wouldn’t want him to stop.
Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth I bite down hard before drawing away. “I want you to make me come, Catch,” I say in a husky, breathless voice.
“Christ, Max,” he moans, his fingers digging into my ass as he lifts me up off the floor. “Leg’s, babe,” he says against my lips. Moaning I lift my legs and wrap them tightly around his hips.
Turning us around we bump against the wall knocking a picture to the floor. I throw my head back and laugh as his lips make a hot trail down my neck. Pressing my back against the wall he rocks his hips into mine. I moan as the length of his cock presses against my damp panties.
“Catch, “I breathe against his lips. “Oh…God…”
His hips thrust harder causing the pressure to build between my thighs. “I know, baby. I know,” he murmurs against my neck. Dragging his hands up my back he lifts my T-shirt and pulls it over my head. Placing both his palms on the wall on either side of me he presses me into the wall as my breaths start coming in short pants.
I watch as his eyes drink in every inch of my exposed flesh. A smile of gratitude stretches across his lips as I see the primal desire in his eyes. My nipples pucker under his stare and all I can do is hope he will touch me soon and end my agony.
Looking down I watch the erotic sight of his tongue flicking out over my hardened bud. Instead of taking it in his mouth he continues to alternate flicking his tongue and panting his warm breath against me. My body responds by rocking harder into him. Arching my back I silently beg him to give me what I need.
Wrapping his arms around me Catch turns me away from the wall and leads me into the guest room I had claimed as mine. After kicking the door closed behind him he spins around and presses my back against the rough wood.
A low growl sounds in his throat. “Tell me what you want, Max.”
My heart pounds as I press my head against the door. “Touch my pussy, Catch.” I’m panting, moaning, and squirming against him.
His mouth returns to my breast harshly sucking my nipple between his teeth. I cry out at the sudden pleasurable pain as he moves to give the other nipple the same attention. A burning begins low in my belly as the wetness pools between my legs.
I pinch my legs tighter around him, desperate to be closer. “Please,” I moan. I had never begged a man for anything. But right now with Catch it’s all I want to do. Beg and scream his name.
He slowly runs his hand up my thigh and pushes my panties aside. His calloused fingers brush against my slick folds as he starts making slow, agonizing circles over my sensitive clit. My panting increases and I grab ahold of his hair pulling his mouth to mine. He bites my bottom lip before slipping his tongue over mine, and with each flick of his tongue over mine the pressure builds
between my legs.
When Catch slips two fingers inside of me it becomes my undoing. I thrust my hips hard against his hand and mumble, “Faster” against his mouth. Giving me what I want he buries his fingers deep inside of me and begins to work them in and out at a fast pace. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as every muscle in my body starts to tense. The heel of his hand comes down to apply pressure on my throbbing mound.
“Catch, yes! Oh…” My shoulders are scrapping against the rough wooden door, but I’m too lost in him to care.
“Come for me, baby,” he growls as he flicks his fingers inside of me hitting that glorious spot. Every muscle contracts and I can feel the walls of my pussy clench around his fingers as I scream his name and allow the orgasm to consume me.
Leaning forward I press my forehead against his. Our quick breaths mingle as I take a moment to come down. Untangling my legs from him he slides me down his body, my soft chest sliding against his hard muscles. He holds onto my waist as I struggle to get my weak legs to hold me upright.
Slowly running my hand down his abs I pull the drawstring on his pants. “I want more,” I say as I tug the front of his pants down. I look down as his cock springs free. Smirking up at him I say, “Commando?” I wrap my hand around him. A moan tears from his throat as I stroke him and gauge his very large size.
Catch moves his pants the rest of the way down his legs and steps backwards. His fingers dig into my hips as he guides me along with him. He continues backing up until his knees hit the foot of the bed and he sits down, pulling me to stand between his thighs.
He runs his hands up my legs, and then hooking his fingers in the waist band of my panties he mutters, “Take these off for me.” I was so close to him his breath brushes over my bellybutton causing a shiver of excitement to tremor through my body. I obey sliding them off and letting them fall to the floor. “Stay right there,” he says as he lies back on the bed and reaches into the nightstand drawer.
When he sits back up I pluck the condom wrapper from his fingers, rip it open with my teeth, and roll it down his erection. A shiver of pleasure racks his body. Grabbing my ass he pulls me to straddle his lap. Kissing my collar bone, across my shoulder, back up my neck, and then he finally finds my mouth again.
Rocking my hips I press my sex against him. Letting him know exactly what I want. A growl vibrates through his chest and before I can process how he does it I’m on my back with his beautiful, hard body hovering over me.
Taking my wrists he brings my hands up over my head. “Beautiful,” he whispers. His compliment only heightens my arousal. I’d never been this exposed in front of a man before, completely naked with my arms stretched over my head. Most guys I’ve been with were lucky I even spent the time to remove my dress or shirt. They were never worth the time. They never looked at me the way Catch is looking at me right now. Being under the intense scrutiny of his eyes makes me feel empowered, not in a self-conscious way, but in a feminine way. All other men I have been with, there was always that lingering insecurity in them because of the strength I never bothered to hide. Catch isn’t the least bit intimidated by me and that is fucking hot as hell.
As he skims his hands down my arms, then slowly down my breast and over my nipples, a small whimper escapes my lips as he teases me with his wonderful hands. By the time he reaches my ribs the slow burning is already starting to build in my core again, and I buck my hips up towards him. No man has ever made me orgasm twice. Smiling at my reaction he still refuses to give me what I want. Lightly feathering his fingertips over my stomach, my hipbones and then down to my inner thighs.
My breath catches in my throat at the almost unbearable tension between my legs.
“Catch, please,” my words come out in a hissed whisper. It’s all I can manage. The things that he is making me feel almost renders me completely speechless.
Slowly, inch by wonderful inch he slides himself into me, pulls almost all the way out, and then slides back inside of me again. “Max, damn baby,” he moans.
With a whimper I throw my head back. Pausing for a moment he sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth. Being the impatient person that I am I start to move my hips.
His fingers dig into my thighs. “Max, fuck, you feel so good. I need a moment or this is going to be over way too soon.”
My eyes flutter open and I take in the site of this beautiful man above me, all taut muscles with a sheen of sweat glistening over him. The look of pleasure on his face is all I can take. “Catch, it’s time to man up and fuck me before I come without you.” My voice is husky and full of desire.
His eyes snap open and he smiles down at me, obviously pleased with my brazen attitude, and filthy mouth. Leaning over he attacks my mouth with his tongue, sliding it over my lips, my teeth, my tongue, and then the roof of my mouth.
“You want me to fuck you, Max?” He sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth and runs it between his teeth.
I gasp and grip two handfuls of his hair, guiding him to the other nipple. “God, yes,” I groan.
He guides his head back up to me and flicks his tongue over my lips. Pulling away slightly and I can feel his smile against my lips. “Hold on tight.”
Without hesitation I grab the iron poles of the headboard as Catch presses my legs further apart. He pulls out completely and then in one smooth, hard motion he buries himself to the hilt. I cry out bowing my back and rocking my hips against him.
Thrusting in and out, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, I grip the headboard tighter as I repeat his name over and over again. The heat between my legs climbing higher and higher each time he fills me. And just when I think I might go completely insane with the impossibly amazing feeling of him inside of me and his body pressed against mine, every single muscle in my body contracts.
“Oh…I’m going to…”
Upon hearing my words he brings his thumb down and starts rubbing small circles over my clit. “Come on, baby,” he grinds out. And that’s when I fall head first over the cliff, and all that can be heard in the room are my screams and the sound of our bodies slapping together. A few seconds later Catch joins me over that cliff’s edge. His body trembling as he pulses inside of me, giving me everything he has to give.
11
Catch
My eyes drift closed as Max runs her fingertips up my arms, over my shoulders, and then down my back. Even though I’m hot and sweating, her sweet, gentle touch sends gooseflesh prickling across my skin. A satisfied moan sounds in the back of her throat at my body’s reaction. That was the most amazing sex I had ever had. I’ve never fit so perfectly or felt so connected with any other woman I had ever been with.
I’m still collapsed on top of her and she isn’t making any attempt to make me move. I like the way she feels under me, soft and relaxed. Almost like this is where she belongs. I bury my nose deep in her neck and I can smell her lavender scent mixed in with her sweat and the smell of my soap.
Everything about this moment feels right and that snaps me out of the after sex euphoria I’m lost in.
I rise up on my hands and look down at her. My sudden movement causes her to wrinkle her brow at me. She gasps at the sudden loss when I pull out of her. Without a word I jump out of the bed and go straight for the bathroom.
It takes everything I have not to slam the door because I’m so pissed off at myself. I trash the condom and look down at my dick. “You are the biggest fucking traitor.” Then I turn and look at myself in the mirror. “What the hell? You are supposed to stay away from her,” I mumble at my reflection.
But, asking myself that is pointless. How could I have possibly denied her when she offered herself to me, when I knew she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her?
I turn the warm water on and grab a rag from under the sink. After I’m done wetting the rag I return to the room to find a still very naked Max lying on the bed. She’s on her back with her head hanging to the side resting on her arm that is still draped lazily above her he
ad. Her legs are together with one slightly bent.
She’s a goddess, an amazingly naked goddess with milky white skin, a light dusting of freckles, perfect tits, and curves for days. I can feel my dick twitch so I grab my pants off the floor and pull them on. I don’t want her to see the affect she has on me. This cannot happen again. It should have never happened to begin with. I should have known once wasn’t going to be enough.
When I kneel down on the edge of the bed it startles her. I didn’t realize she had fallen asleep. “I’m sorry, go back to sleep,” I say as I ease her legs apart and run the warm rag between them. She lets out a little moan and smiles. Her eyes are closed again and her breathing starts to even out. Gently I lift her legs and pull the covers back, tucking her in. Then I quietly leave the room to return to my own. My head even more fucked up than before.
****
Max
My eyes open only a peek as I take in my surroundings. I slept so well I almost forget where I am. The room is quiet with little sunlight coming through the cracks in the curtains. The walls are decorated with horseshoes, an old wagon wheel, and a painting that looks a hell of a lot like Dakota.
The duvet is a crisp white and I don’t realize that I’m naked until I sit up and the blankets fall away from me. I’m in the middle of the bed. I look from one side of me and then to the other, but Catch isn’t here.
Was last night a dream? Because that was the best damn sex I had ever experienced.
I throw the covers back and start to move my way to the edge of the mattress. When I lift myself to stand my legs start trembling and almost every single muscle in my body cries out in pain, the good kind of pain.
Nope, last night was totally not a dream. But where did Catch go? I think as I slowly make my way around the room gathering up my discarded clothes. I find the only clean pair of jeans I have left and a white button up shirt that I usually wear with my dress suits. I’m going to have to wash clothes before we leave, or go shopping.