Cat Snips - a Short Story Collection by Cat Johnson

by Cat Johnson

  “That’s right. Sleep and other things.” He smiled, until he saw the expression on Chase’s face. The kid was frozen in place and scared shit. This was going to take more work than he’d thought. Mustang drew in a deep breath and leaned in toward Chase. “Go over and sit next to her on the bed.”

  Chase’s eyes flew open wide.

  “Trust me.” Leading by example and hoping Chase would follow, Mustang walked the short distance to the bed. He sat on the far side of Marla, leaving the other spot open for Chase, who was moving at a sloth-like pace.

  “Does your arm hurt?” She thankfully was focused on Mustang’s sling and didn’t notice Chase’s hesitant, shaky decent onto the bed.

  “Nah. The doc has me so pumped full of pain pills I can’t feel a thing.”

  “I certainly hope you can feel something.” Marla’s gaze dropped to the bulge in the crotch of Mustang’s jeans. He heard Chase draw in a wheeze of breath.

  “Don’t you worry about that, darlin’. Everything is in perfect working order except my bum arm here.”

  “Good.”

  Chase laid his hat on the bed behind them and Mustang, knowing that area was about to become the sight of some pretty energetic activity, reached out and moved it to the table next them.

  “It does make it mighty hard to get dressed though…and undressed.” Mustang let that suggestion hang in the air as a little push in the direction of those very activities he had in mind.

  “I’m sure I can help you with that.” A sly smile crossed Marla’s red-tinged mouth. He wouldn’t mind seeing that lipstick ringing his cock real soon.

  Mustang nodded, a matching smile on his own lips. “That would be mighty appreciated. You know what else would be appreciated?”

  “What’s that?”

  “If you would give my friend Chase here a little birthday kiss.”

  Now, of all times, Chase decided to open his mouth. “It’s not my birthday.”

  Mustang shot him a look behind Marla’s back that would hopefully silence him. “Nope, you’re right, kid. It’s not until tomorrow, but I figure it will be midnight soon enough.”

  Marla turned on the bed to face Chase. “I always believe it’s never too early to start celebrating. Don’t you?”

  Chase swallowed hard. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Please, call me Marla.”

  Mustang would have to break him of that “ma’am” habit if Chase was going to stick to pursuing his usual type. Older women, especially those who weren’t from the south, didn’t take kindly to being called ma’am by a young man they were about to have sex with.

  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.”

  Wait until the boys back at the arena heard about this. He bent and retrieved his wallet from his jeans, sliding two condoms out of a hidden pocket. He thanked God his friend Mustang had taught him to always carry more than one, just in case. The older riders could teach you far more than just how to stay on a bull. Chase intended to learn all he could.

  Sliding the spare and his wallet back into his pants, he made short work of his boxers, kicking them down his legs and onto the floor. He was rock hard, so that wasn’t an issue, but slipping on the condom took a few tries. It was inside out at first, but he figured that out pretty quick and then he was finally prepared. So was she apparently. She’d pushed those red panties off and was twirling them temptingly on one finger.

  Chase stepped in between her thighs. She was waxed to within an inch of her life and he sure liked the view. He ran his hand over the smooth, hairless skin before getting brave and sliding a finger down her slit, and then inside her. The feel of he
r, hot and already wet, had his heart racing faster.

  “Let’s get to the good stuff. There’s no time for messing around with foreplay.” She wiggled her hips closer to the edge of the table.

  “Sure thing.” He usually enjoyed the foreplay, but hell, a woman in a hurry to get to the good stuff wasn’t a bad thing. She was so ready for him, he plunged inside easily. Urged by her hands on his hips, he withdrew and then went in for another go round.

  “Yes. Harder.” Throwing her head back, she let go with her hands and clamped her legs around his waist tighter than he did during a bull ride.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He grinned, always happy to please a lady.

  The adrenaline from the competition had subsided, but the euphoria remained. Damn, the way he felt, he could go all night and he intended to. When they ran out of condoms, he’d just have to get creative. He’d learned a few ways to get creative with women from Mustang too.

  Glancing down at the greedy expression on her face as he pounded into her, Chase had no doubt she’d be up for anything.

  He was just really getting into the rhythm when a sound from the front of the house broke into his consciousness. Chase halted mid-motion. “What was that?”

  “Nothing. Keep going.” Panting, she grabbed at his hips.

  Thrusting forward again, Chase was ready to write off what he’d thought he heard to his imagination, when he definitely heard the front door slam shut.

  “Darlin’, I’m home.”

  And that was definitely a man’s voice calling out from the foyer.

  Chase’s eyes flew open wide as he stared down at her. “Who is that?”

  She smiled, looking like the devil himself truly had possessed her. “My husband.”

  “Your husband. What the hell? Are you trying to get me killed?” Still buried deep inside her, he struggled to get free, but her hold on him was too tight. The damn woman had leg muscles like a pro bull rider.

  “No. I’m trying to teach him he can’t go running around the country on so-called business trips with his slutty little secretary.” She struggled against his efforts to get loose, then, worse, she called out, “Hey, baby. I’m in the game room.”