CHAPTER SEVEN
THE BOMB O
BIANCA
“ C atch, that’s not...”
He placed a finger over my lips. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. You won’t even notice. They’ll be here today. Gone tomorrow.”
I pulled him with me onto the couch. His eyes on my body made him crazy and ready to kill people.
He rested his forearm next to my head. “No talk of killing anyone. We’re together. I’m yours.”
A sly smile lifted the corner of his lip. “I know you’re trying to calm me down. I’ll accept it.”
He sank lower, twirling his tongue around my brown nipple. My fingers slipped through his golden curls.
“Oh, fuck, Catch.” My legs widened around his muscled waist.
“I want to touch your dick.”
“Bianca, I’m not sure it’s safe to bring him out yet.”
“Catch, I just want to see it.”
He sat back on his knees and unleashed his dick. His length was impressive and so was his girth. It was the size of a thick cucumber. He stroked his dick from the base to the head, fingering the silver Prince Albert piercing on the side.
What the fuck? Oh, no. I wasn’t taking that.
He flashed a devilish smirk, then gripped my inner thighs.
“Catch. What are you doing?”
“Trust me, Bianca.”
Why didn’t I protest? Because I was eager to feel it.
He pressed the head of his dick at my wet entrance. “Bianca, I just want to show you, if you relax, you can take my cock. Don’t let the piercing scare you. Once it’s inside slamming into your G-spot and you’re coming, nothing else will matter.”
Catch thumbed my clit as he pushed only the head of his dick inside my pussy.
I curled my fingers around his wrists. “Catch, I’m not on the pill.”
“You should get on it soon. Unless you want us to have babies early.”
“Catch,” I moaned, arching my back. Just the tip of his dick felt good. Who knew a Prince Albert could feel so magnificent.
“I won’t ever fuck you with a rubber,” he warned. His head tilted to the side. “Your pussy belongs to me now. Just like my dick will only ever be inside your pussy.”
Tingles shot over my skin at his addictive words. For some reason, I believed him.
“Your dick is mine,” I stated, like I was trying out how it sounded on my tongue.
“Yes, bombshell.” Catch eased out of my entrance. I wanted more. Now I was curious. What would it be like to fuck him all the time?
His eyes widened as they stared at my pussy. “You love my dick.”
My pussy clenched at his statement.
“Catch, I do.”
I reached for his dick and smoothed my fingers over the piercing. It was a medium-sized silver hoop with a ball on it.
“Later tonight, when we’re in bed, I’ll let you jack me off.”
“Ok,” fell from my lips. He was opening me up to new things.
Catch positioned himself between my legs. “I’ve dreamed about eating your pussy since I laid eyes on you.”
He hooked his arms around my thighs. “Watch the movie, Bianca.”
“Catch, I prefer to watch you.”
“Eyes on the screen,” he ordered.
My gaze moved to the TV, but I’d find a way to watch him. I knew just how to get his attention.
The tip of his tongue circled the tip of my clit, driving me insane.
“Catch,” I hollered as I rolled my hips.
The man didn’t miss a beat. He slipped his tongue inside my hole, fucking it like he wouldn’t stop until a waterfall filled his mouth.
“Daddy, please let me watch you please me?”
He paused briefly, meeting my eyes. “Fine, you can watch.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” My fingers found his hair, and I took control, slamming his tongue into my greedy hole.
He snaked an arm up my chest and gripped my breast, circling his thumb over my taut nipple.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet. Bianca, do you like the way I tongue fuck you?”
“Yes,” I moaned as my eyes rolled into the back of my head as my back arched.
Catch slid his tongue along my folds, providing a new sensation, one that danced over my nerve endings.
“Come for me, baby.” He sounded drunk.
His tongue sucked my nub as he plunged two fingers into my pussy, intensifying the way my body craved his tongue and mouth.
A scream tore through me as my body jerked in his arms and tears streamed down my face.
“Catch,” I cried as multiple orgasms rippled over my skin.
My shaky hands palmed my breasts, trying to control my heaving chest. I peeked at his face. He looked like he was in heaven. There was a calmness that took his handsome features while he ate my pussy and slurped my cum. It was beautiful. Yeah, we’d have to do this again.
Catch jumped up, stuffing his rock-hard cock into his boxers. His face glistened with my juices. “Be right back.”
My pussy vibrated with new desire. I wouldn’t be able to turn him down when it came to his tongue working my pussy.
Catch returned. He sat on the sofa and placed the warm washcloth over my pussy.
“Bianca, what’s the name of the bath gel?”
“Moonlight Path.”
“I like it a lot,” he said.
“I have other fragrances you might like, but I’ll be sure to wear it next time we’re together.”
Catch nodded. “You do that.”
Ten minutes later, my head rested on his chest while we sat in the middle of the sofa watching the movie.
I pointed to the TV. “That was badass right there.”
“It was. You can never go wrong watching Fast & Furious.” he grinned.
My eyes met his. “I agree.”
The smile on my lips withered. “I don’t know your last name.”
“It’s Rossi.”
“Is Catch your real name?” I asked.
“He sighed like sharing his last name was a bother. He thought he could blow it off. Nope, he couldn’t.
“No. It’s Callum. But I like being called Catch.”
“But I love the name Callum.”
He tugged the sleeve of his shirt, drowning my body. “I never let women wear my clothes. But you. I want you in my shirts’ all the time. You look fucking beautiful.” His lips pressed against my neck.
He ignored my statement about his name.
“How many women have you been with?”
“Too many to count. It was only sex. No connection. You and I are building a future. So making you comfortable around me is my number one goal. When you’re at our house, I prefer you walk around naked.”
My mouth dropped open. “Catch, our house?”
Shit, now I’d have to quiz him about his name another time.
“Relax, we’re not going home next week.” He brought the glass of wine to his lips.
“My friends are my family. We made a pact. We won’t leave Chicago unless we leave together.”
He chuckled. “Oh, then there’s no problem. Your friend will come to Jersey for Cliff.”
I didn’t want to argue, but I knew she wouldn’t.
“Let’s play UNO.” I reached into the drawer of the coffee table.
“I will annihilate you,” he said, removing the cards from the box.
“Catch, dream on.” I smiled.
This was nice. The arguing stopped. Maybe he was right behind closed doors fighting him was a waste of time.
I’d still have to get to the bottom of the issue with Catch’s real name. And I’d have to shut down moving to Jersey. In a week or two. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy spending time with him.