Cat Snips - a Short Story Collection by Cat Johnson (13 page)

Pale, Chase nodded. “Yes,
ma’am.”

Mustang cringed as Chase said it
again, but Marla only laughed. Her hand landed on Chase’s knee,
she leaned in and Mustang sincerely started to fear the kid would
faint.

The kiss started innocent enough,
just a touching of lips, until Marla reached up one jewel-encrusted
hand, and tangled her fingers in Chase’s hair. Then,
thankfully, Chase’s hormones must have kicked in because he
started really getting into the kiss. He stopped acting like a
choirboy and started behaving like the horny, twenty-one year old
Mustang knew him to be.

With Chase safely occupied,
Mustang moved up closer behind Marla. He went to reach around her
with both arms until the sling reminded him he would have to one-hand
it tonight. No problem. One was all he’d need.

He encountered first the warm
feel of skin where her shirt didn’t quite meet the top of her
low-rise jeans. Getting those tight jeans off one-handed would be a
challenge, but Mustang did have both Marla and Chase there to help
with that task.

For now, he let his hand stray up
to find her barely-there breasts. Mustang wasn’t a breast snob
because he knew from experience the small ones were really sensitive.
She moaned as he rolled one nipple between his fingers and he knew
his theory held true.

He abandoned her chest and moved
down to stroke between her thighs through the jeans, eliciting
another sound of pleasure from her.

That moan had Chase breathing
heavier and kissing her with more enthusiasm while Mustang moved his
mouth to her ear. “I want to touch you.”

Her only answer was the sound of
her zipper being lowered. Mustang snaked his hand down inside her
panties and smiled when he found her already wet. She shuddered when
he connected with her clit.

Mustang looked over her shoulder
to find Chase had stopped kissing her and was now
watching with amazement as
Marla leaned back against Mustang, panting.

“
Take your pants off,”
Mustang mouthed silently to him. Chase’s eyes opened even wider
at that instruction. When he didn’t move to comply, Mustang
shot him a look to let him know it was an order, not a suggestion.

Mustang nearly laughed at the
expression of mixed fear and anticipation on Chase’s face as he
stood and unbuttoned his jeans. The kid tried to pull them off over
his boots and fell over, catching himself on the edge of the bed.
Meanwhile, thankfully, Marla’s eyes were closed and she was so
close to coming, she missed the comedy of errors right in front of
her.

When Chase finally got both his
boots and his pants off without breaking anything, Mustang took the
opportunity to move things along. “Drawer. Condoms,” he
mouthed to Chase just as Marla let him know loudly that her orgasm
had finally hit.

That all caused another pretty
funny reaction from Chase. Jeez. This kid was a rookie in more ways
than one.

As Chase stood open-mouthed and
wide-eyed in his tented white briefs while holding a strip of foil
wrapped rubbers in one hand, Mustang whispered to a now breathless
Marla. “Do you know why they call me Mustang?”

“
No,” she breathed.

“
Wanna find out?”

She opened her eyes and gazed up
at him beneath heavy lids. “Yes.”

Mustang smiled. “Help me
off with my jeans and I’ll show you.”

Still wobbly, she spun to face
him. Kneeling on the bed, she undid his pants. He groaned as her
hands brushed his now throbbing erection.

Mustang kicked off his boots and
stood, letting her help him push off the jeans and leaving them in a
pile on the floor. “You’re turn, darlin’. Get
comfortable ’cause I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

Marla slid out of her own pants
and panties, showing him what he’d already felt. She was waxed
perfectly smooth. That should really send Chase into a tizzy.

Smiling at that thought, Mustang
wiggled backward onto the bed. “Okay, ready to meet my
namesake?”

She nodded, eyes already trained
on the bulge straining his boxers.

“
Come on over here then and
help me release Junior, but I’m warning you, he’s more
than a mouthful. Don’t worry if you can’t handle him.”

Marla raised a brow. “Is
that a challenge, cowboy?”

“
Could be.” Mustang
grinned.

“
Never challenge a Jersey
girl.” Then Marla set about proving Mustang wrong, which was
exactly the point to begin with.

As her hot, wet mouth engulfed
him, Mustang laid back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation he
hadn’t felt in weeks. Far too long, in his opinion. Then he
remembered Chase and opened his eyes. Predictably, the kid stood
right where Mustang had seen him last. Mustang waved him over and a
look of uncertainty crossed Chase’s face.

He’d never encountered
issues like this when Slade was around. With a sigh, Mustang brushed
the hair away from Marla’s face. Her mouth still stretched
around his girth, she opened her eyes. “Damn, you are a
beautiful sight like this.”

She raised her head off him.
“Told you I could handle you.”

“
Yes, you did and you were
right. I’ve never had a woman feel as good as you.” Marla
smiled and Mustang pushed things to the next level, knowing she’d
give him probably just about anything he asked for. “You know
what I’d really, really like?”

“
What?”

“
I’d wanna watch
Chase fuck you while you blow me.” Mustang didn’t
sugarcoat things like he might have with another woman. Judging by
how things had progressed so far, Marla wasn’t the type who
needed it to be called “making love”.

Chase, on the other hand, was a
different story. He nearly dropped his condoms at that statement.
Chase was definitely a “making love” kind of man, or at
least he had been before now.

Mustang had a feeling that might
change after tonight.

“
That would turn you on,
would it? Watching another man do me?” Marla asked with a
smirk.

“
Lots of things turn me on,
but I figure that’s a good enough start for now.”

Sitting on her knees facing
Chase, Marla reached out, grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer.
“Come here. I don’t bite.”

Mustang laughed. “I can
attest to that. Though I do enjoy a little teeth once in a while.”

“
I’ll remember that.”
She smirked over her shoulder and then went back to focusing on
Chase. “You seem to be a bit over dressed.”

With an erotic, striptease-worthy
motion, Marla slowly inched Chase’s briefs down his hips, over
his cock and past his thighs. She ran one long painted fingernail up
Chase’s erection and the boy’s eyes nearly rolled back in
his head.

Marla teased his slit and Chase
drew in a deep, trembling breath. Chase’s entire body tensed
and Mustang felt his pain. The kid was going to come before he ever
got inside this woman.

She took a drop of pre-come and
rubbed it around the head of Chase’s cock and the boy began to
tremble. “Do you know what I like about younger men, Chase?”

He swallowed. “No, ma’am.”

Smiling at the ma’am
comment, Marla continued. “I love how they can come and be
ready to go again right away.”

Then Chase was engulfed between
Marla’s lips as she worked him hard and fast with both mouth
and hands. Chase didn’t stand a chance. He grabbed hold of her
head, probably because he was about to fall over if he didn’t.
He came in less than a minute, his entire body jolting as if
electrical current was shooting through him.

Marla wasted no time tearing open
a condom and sliding it over Chase’s still hard cock.

“
Now, you’re ready to
fuck me.”

Mustang was really starting to
like this woman. He liked her even better when she spun back and took
him in her mouth again, her pussy stuck high in the air for Chase’s
taking. Thankfully this time without hesitation, Chase took.

With nothing more to worry about
besides his own pleasure, Mustang lay back, closed his eyes and got
lost in the sensations that a good woman who knew her way around a
man’s body could cause.

A short time later when the three
of them were sweaty and collapsed on the bed, Marla raised her head
and eyed Mustang. “Would you like me to prove to you I can
handle Junior here in a few other places too?”

Grinning, Mustang borrowed a page
from Chase’s playbook since Marla seemed to like it and he
said, “Yes, ma’am. I would.”

The look on Chase’s face
when he finally figured out what other places those might be had
Mustang belting out a laugh. Broken arm aside, this was turning out
to be one hell of a night.

The End

Eight Second Ride (A Studs in
Spurs short story featuring Chase of
Ride
)

And the clock starts…

Chase stood in awe, taking in the
towering stone columns on either side of him. His gaze followed them
up, up, up to what seemed to him to be a mansion compared to the tiny
farmhouse he’d grown up in.

Ms. Jensen—Jenny as she’d
requested he call her when she drove them here—cleared her
throat.

“
Chase? Are you coming in
or not?” She stood on the top step, hands planted firmly on her
hips, obviously waiting for him to follow.

The house had been impressive
enough to draw his attention away from watching her heart-shaped ass
sway as she climbed the sprawling front steps, and that was saying
something.

“
You live here?”

“
I sure do.” The
woman flashed him a wide smile full of perfect, bright white teeth.
She descended the few stairs that separated them and planted one hand
on his Rookie of the Year belt buckle. “Now, come on.”

She pretty much dragged him up
the remainder of the stairs and through a door big enough for him to
ride a bull through.

The sound of his boots on the
marble floor echoed off the walls of the front hall. He hadn’t
seen a place this big or fancy since he’d been to a museum
while the tour was in New York City a few months back.

Taking off his hat now that he
was indoors—he may not have been raised in a house like this,
but he still knew his manners—Chase looked up the massive
staircase leading to the open second floor with its many doors.
“It’s, um, real nice.”

“
Are you gonna talk about
my damn house all day, or are you gonna kiss me?” She stepped
closer until her chest practically touched his. Her finger traced a
path down his shirt, directly toward what he hoped would be her
ultimate goal.

There was no decision to be made.
Sure as he was standing there, Chase was going to kiss her, and more
too, good lord willing. He’d only begun to lower his head
toward hers when her manicured fingernails slipped through his hair
and she crashed into him for a tongue tangling lip lock.

She pulled away to ask, “Do
you have condoms?”

Condoms. Plural. And his friends
were always picking on him for liking his women a little older. No
eighteen-year-old girl would have asked that question in the first
thirty seconds they were alone.

Chase grinned. “Yes, ma’am.
I do.”

When did the circuit come through
Texas again? He sure wouldn’t mind a repeat with her when he
was in town next.

Looking like the devil had gotten
into her, she flashed him another smile full of promise. “Good.
Follow me.”

As if she could stop him.

She grabbed his hand and led him
into a room that would make any man cream in his pants whether there
was a female in it or not.

“
Holy shit. Is that
regulation size?” Chase strode to the most beautiful carved
wooden pool table he’d ever laid eyes on.

“
Yup.” She stepped
closer and gave one of the balls a shove. It clacked off the rails
and into a pocket. “You like it?”

“
Hell, yeah.” Who
wouldn’t?

“
Good. Then take off those
jeans of yours and let’s give this thing a try, shall we?”

While Chase was still absorbing
that order, her hands made short work of her own button and zipper.
He managed to get his hands onto his belt buckle, but the sudden
appearance of her tiny lace panties and mile long legs capped off
with high heels had him staring.

She got tired of waiting for him
to do it himself and undid his buckle and jeans for him. That knocked
him out of his trance pretty fast. He had to toe his boots off before
stepping out of his pants, but then he was ready for action.

“
Lift me up,” she
ordered.

Oh, yeah
.
Chase lifted her weight easily onto the pool table.

Lying back on her elbows, she
licked her lips and waited. He swallowed hard, the thought of what
those lips could do to him making him start to shake.

“
What are you waiting for?
That condom’s not gonna put itself on, sugar.”