by V. L. Locey
“I swear to you that you will always come first, Lila. Always. Nothing else is as important to me as you are. Let me all the way in, okay? Let me do this; let me be with you all the time. I’m not ashamed of what I feel for you.”
“You dear, lovely man,” she sniffled as I rested my cheek on her breast. “As if I could deny you the one thing you’ve ever asked of me?”
I smiled and buried my head in her soft mounds, breathing the amazing scent of her skin and her perfume deeply into my lungs. I wished I didn’t have to exhale.
“But Seamus.” She gently lifted my chin from between her breasts.” What about my son?”
“I’ll do my best by him, baby.”
The vow felt true as I spoke it. I still wasn’t totally into this step-fathering thing or whatever you wanted to call it, but for my Lila, I would work at it. For her I would try.
“My dad, he was an old-fashioned father – firm and didn’t play around with soft words, but I knew he loved me. He was tough but fair, so I’ll try to be the same kind of man for Langley that my father was for me. It’s the best I can do. If you let me come live with you and him, I’ll pass on what I was taught to your son. It might not be fancy parenting. I’m a simple man with simple ways – you’re the one with the refined manners and big words – but I’ll do my best by the boy, Lila.”
“You are such a wonderful man, but Seamus, you must be sure about this. Take some time to reflect upon this monumental decision.”
“I already did, baby.” I dropped to both knees before my own beloved Madonna. “But if you want, I’ll give it some time to stew.”
“Yes, Seamus, I want you to be sure.”
She patted my cheeks, then lowered her head to press her lips to mine. She tasted like tears, tea and promises, peace and acceptance and love. I swept her mouth passionately, my tongue caressing hers. Thoughts of tugging her from the chair and making love to her on my chilly kitchen floor roared around my head. My hands moved to her hips and I began to pull. It was Lila, my lovely lady, who pulled back from my mouth as well as my insistent hands.
“We can’t do that here. What if Langley woke up?” She slowly got to her feet and offered me her hand. “Come to bed, Seamus.”
I stood up and slid my fingers through hers. We made it to my bedroom, passing as quietly as we could past the door to my tiny guest room. Once I had her inside and the door closed, I began peeling off her clothes. The soft blue scarf around her throat, the dark blue jacket, the white blouse, and the slippery blue skirt all hit the floor. I stood back to look at her in her push-up bra and tiny panties. My cock was fat now, hard and plump, just as hers was. Lila smiled at me as I dropped to one knee to remove her sexy high heels. One shoe then the other fell to the floor. My hands itched to touch her, so I ran my palms up the outsides of her thighs. Her skin pimpled and I leaned in to brush my cheek against her erection. Her prick leaped at the contact. My hands slipped around her, sliding under the edges of her frilly underwear to hold her delightful ass.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” I murmured, then nipped at the hard length of her.
“I already know how much you love me, Seamus,” she purred, her voice dropping a little deeper with passion. I ran my tongue over the satiny material covering her cock. Lila’s hips moved forward then back. The dark head of her cock snuck out of the top of her panties. I sucked it into my mouth, my grip on her ass keeping her where I wanted her. She whispered my name while I pulled her closer. Each tiny step gave me more cock sliding over my tongue. Soon my nose nestled against her smooth pubic mound and her prick was down my throat, my fingers deeply embedded in her fleshy ass. She pulled out. I sucked in a huge breath, then went down deeply on her again. I massaged her ass while I sucked, my middle fingers moving closer to her rosette. Each time she thrust, I gagged and she tried to withdraw. I was having none of that shit, though, so I found her opening and began toying with it, two fingers rubbing then dipping in just a bit. The sounds coming out of her were hot, wet, and so damn erotic I could feel my balls growing tight.
I pulled off her cock with a loud slurp that bounced off the naked walls of my bedroom. My fingers continued to tease as I nuzzled around looking for her nuts. They were hot and heavy on my tongue.
“Dear God, Seamus,” Lila cried out when I sucked one then the other into my mouth. Knowing I would be replacing my fingers soon, I released her ass cheeks and tugged her panties down to her ankles, all the while slobbering and suckling on her smooth balls. She stepped out of her delicates, as she calls them, then slowly backed toward the bed, leaving me on my knees, my lips wet and my dick as hard as a fucking rock.
“Come to bed and love me,” she entreated, then lay down on my bed, her long legs falling apart to show me her bounty.
“Leave your bra on,” I told her as I shuffled to the bed on my knees. “Pull your tits out of the top,” I said while sliding up between her spread legs.
She did as I had asked, freeing her gorgeous breasts. I fell on her like a hungry lion, taking half a plump tit into my mouth. She tossed my kilt over my ass. I gyrated against her, cock bumping against cock. We both groaned at the friction. Her hands moved over me, rubbing and caressing my ass, back, shoulders, arms and head. I heard her sigh, then giggle when my mouth left a boob to lap at her armpit. I rained kisses on the slim surgery scars so she knew I found every damn thing about her sexy. Then I slid to the side and nudged her to do the same. She gave me a sultry look, a gentle kiss, then rolled to her side, facing the nightstand. I wiggled in behind her, draping her left leg over my hip.
“Get me the lube,” I growled beside her ear, but my girl was already on top of things.
She handed me the Astroglide and a condom. It seemed to take forever to get covered and slicked, but then I was there, back behind her, the head of my cock creeping into her one centimeter at a time. I threw an arm over her and cupped a breast. Lila writhed against me, thrusting her ass back to take more and more, and so I let her set the pace of my penetration.
“Oh shit, Lila, you feel so good,” I told her when I was in as deep as I could go.
“I can hardly breathe, Seamus,” she panted after I began to move my hips.
I rolled a stiff nipple in my fingers. “You want me to stop?”
My cock rested inside her, throbbing with each pump of my heart. She shook her head, then clenched down internally. My eyes rolled back into my head. My hips punched forward and we were off. The motion of my thrusts sent the bed into the wall. Lila tried to grab the headboard, but our pace was too brisk. I rolled her onto her stomach. She cried out in surprise, then moaned in pleasure when I straddled her ass, keeping her legs tightly shut. There was no way I would last much longer, but I had to see my cock sliding in and out of her just a time or two.
She wiggled her ass slightly to get me moving again. The sight of my cock inside her never failed to ramp me up. I moved gently at first to give her time to acclimate to the new position. When she began to beg for more, I lay down on top of her, slid my hands under her arms, and cinched her tightly to me. Holding my chest up, my elbows dug into the mattress as my knees hugged her thighs. She moved around beneath me, making noises that might have been words. I began pumping. Lila buried her head into the covers to muffle her cries of passion. My orgasm hit me hard. I drove deeply into her, tightening my hold on her arms as I came.
When I could think clearly, I dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck, slithered off her back and rolled her onto her side. I wrapped my fingers around her still-hard dick and began stroking it.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled into her ear, taking the lobe between my teeth as I rubbed my cock against her ass.
She threw her head back. I suckled hard on her neck and pumped her cock fiercely. Lila shouted for me as she came. Spunk ran down to coat my fingers. I worked the hot, thick liquid over her prick as I ran my palm repeatedly over the leaking head, each pass making her shiver and whimper.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered as I smeared her
ejaculate into her soft belly.
“And so are you, Seamus,” she breathlessly replied as one strong arm arced over her head. Her hand came to rest on my bristly head. She rolled her head to the side and I kissed her hard so she would know just how much she needed to let me be with her.
“I’m about as far from beautiful as can be,” I told her when the kiss ended.
She smiled. Oh man, that smile. It was rich and full, like gourmet coffee with extra cream. This was how I wanted my woman. Sated, smiling, and sinfully positioned on my bed.
“You want me to bring you a washcloth?”
“No, I’ll go freshen up.”
I gave her another kiss, then rolled away from her, letting go of the fleshy tit resting in my hand. I folded my arms over my head and watched as she sat up stiffly, her slow movements indicating to me that maybe I’d been a little too rough on my gal.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked as she got to her feet and removed her fancy bra.
I enjoyed the sight of her breasts free from the lace and underwires. Her dark nipples were long and erect. It took all my concentration to pull my sight from them and toss my feet to the floor.
“Not at all,” she assured me while sliding her arms into a frothy pink robe.
Why she bothered with the robe was beyond me. I could see every damn thing that woman owned right through the slinky material. With swaying hips, she padded off on bare feet to the bathroom, me right on her heels. Once we’d crept into the bath, I shut the door and gathered my girl to me. She giggled and pretended not to want my hands on her. I had to let go of her to take care of the used condom. While I did that, she got the shower running and stepped around my old battered shower curtain. Her body cast an alluring shadow. Lila began humming something old and Motown. I slipped around the tattered end of the shower curtain. She lifted her gaze from soaping her long leg and I saw the fire lingering in her gaze.
“I find it difficult to wash between my toes,” she said, and held out my lone bar of green soap. “Would you be so kind, Seamus?”
“I’ll wash anything you got, Lila,” I replied, and then kneeled before her.
Not only did I wash between her toes, I washed between her legs and her breasts, under her arms and around her neck. I soaped up her chin, her knees, and her delicious high ass. We stumbled from the shower, both of us soaking wet, kissing and sucking on each other’s mouths. She struggled to pull her robe on. It clung to her like a second skin. After steering her back to my bedroom, I sucked on those hard nipples of hers through her robe. She was my weakness, my life, and I peeled her out of that robe and showed her yet again how much I adored her.
We lay on the bed head to foot and sucked each other off, and by the Holy Mother, was it amazing. She was the queen of oral delights, teasing me with tongue, teeth and two expertly used fingers. Me, I just tended to get greedy and anxious, but Lila, she played me like a cello. When I came, it was so powerful I saw dots behind my eyelids. Lila continued to rub my prostate until I had to beg her to stop so I could catch my breath. Then I concentrated on getting her off. I knew where to find her sweet spot as well. Her hips pistoned madly when she found her release and her long nails dug deep grooves into my thighs and ass. It was glorious, and exhausting.
“Sweet Mary Madonna,” I gasped as I fell onto my back to stare at my ceiling.
Lila sat up. I flicked a glance her way in time to see her genteelly cleaning off the corners of her mouth with her finger, as if she were at a garden party in the grounds of Buckingham Palace and needed to brush off finger sandwich crumbs.
“That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
She licked her finger clean.
“Amend my previous statement. That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
“You’re finger-licking good, Seamus,” she teased, then spread her magnificent self all over my body.
I chuckled and wiggled a bit to get her off my chest. The woman was solid, after all. She nestled neatly into my side and began toying with the gold cross lying on my sweaty chest. The heater came on and blew warm air over my legs. I kicked the pillows aside so Lila didn’t have to rest her head on something my gangly feet had been on. “Where did you go after the game?”
“To church,” I said as my heart began to slow.
She leaned up on one elbow to look down at me. “Dare I ask why?” Her warm hand rested on my chest, right over the crucifix.
“I needed to talk with the Blessed Mother a bit.”
“About us,” she said softly.
I pulled my gaze from the ceiling and looked at her. “About me, baby, not us,” I assured her. “Never us.”
She leaned down to kiss me once, lightly, then her head returned to my shoulder.
“I was looking for her guidance, I guess.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Lila asked, one long leg curling around my naked thigh. Her foot moved up and down my calf, her sole like velvet on my skin.
“No, but I discovered that I had what I needed right by my side already.”
I turned my head to press a kiss to her hair. She gave my pectoral a smooch. My mind began to slow as the after-sex lethargy settled in. Lila was keeping me plenty warm, and my eyes began to grow heavy. I replayed my actions from the game over and over, trying to see if I could pick out any one moment when I’d made the call to push to be let go from the Cougars. My sluggish mind didn’t help me much, and I finally gave up and let August slip into my thoughts.
“You think you could maybe make a big meal and we could have some friends over tomorrow night?” I asked after I’d contemplated the goalie who might be a little gay.
Lila murmured, then cleared her throat.
“Sorry, baby, I didn’t know you’d fallen asleep.”
“It’s perfectly fine, Seamus. I need to go potty and then get under the covers. My backside is chilling.” I reluctantly let her roll from the bed. “And yes, I’d be happy to make a fine meal for our friends. What would you like?”
She walked to the dresser and opened one of her bags. I rolled to the side. She held up a lacy gold nightgown, then wrinkled her nose and returned it to the bag, neatly folded of course.
“Your primavera is to die for,” I said with a smile.
“How did I know you’d ask for that?” She removed another gown, this one red as Satan’s curtains.
I nodded at the choice and she slipped it over her head. How I wished I was that gown flowing down over her breasts and hips. Truly, I could never get enough of her.
“You know me too well, baby.”
Lila snickered, grabbed a quick kiss, then left me to straighten the bed. I was under the covers and just drifting off when my woman slid in behind me, her arm coming to rest on my hip, the tips of her breasts tickling my bare back.
“Goodnight, Seamus,” Lila whispered, and I mumbled something in reply before dropping off like a stone.
About an hour later, my bladder woke me up. Lila muttered something when I left the bed but fell right back to sleep. I managed to locate an old pair of fleece sleep pants lying on the floor. They tripped me up, which was how I found them. After tugging them over my ass so as not to scare Langley if he should wake up to use the head, I stumbled into the bathroom and relieved myself. As I was sloppily washing my hands, someone knocked on my front door, which made me pause mid-scrub. I glanced at the clock over the toilet and frowned when I recalled that the battery in it had died about three months ago. Same time as the one in my lone smoke detector had shit the bed.
Another knock, this one with more force, spurred me to rinse and hustle to the door. I snapped on the light in the living room, wiped my hands on my sleep pants, grabbed my cell from the coffee table and saw that it was five minutes after three in the morning.
“I swear, if this is a drunken Pole at my door I am going to kick your ass, Kalinski,” I spat as I jerked my front door open.
Nope. It wasn’t a drunken Pole it was Al Helmus of the Cayuga Heights Police
Department and Langley, one looking pissy and one looking apologetic. Guess who the pissy one was.
“Sorry to wake you up, Mario, but we caught this young man spray-painting the front of Smith’s Shoe Store on Aspen Street. We called Smith and encouraged him to press charges, but once he found out the kid claimed to be with you, he refused.”
I stood there in my doorway staring at the police officer who was one of the Cougars biggest boosters like a clam. A stupid clam who had just rolled out of his nice warm clamshell and had to deal with a moronic teenage clam who wasn’t even part of his clam clan.
“So is he under your supervision?” Al enquired while I did my clam imitation.
“Yeah, his mother is here spending the weekend.”
“Oh, is Lila here? Tell her I said hi, will you?” Al asked as he pushed Langley at me.
I grabbed one lean arm as he went to shove around me.
“Will do, and thanks for bringing this idiot home. I’ll take him down to Smith’s tomorrow and we’ll work some sort of punishment out.”
Al placed his dark blue cap back on his head, gave me a wave, then ambled off to his cruiser. I slammed the door and directed my houseguest to my sofa. He jerked and pushed a bit. I simply pushed a little harder and his skinny ass hit the sofa. Both the cushions and the kid exhaled at the same time.
“You lay one hand on me and I’ll call the cops,” Langley informed me as I stepped around the long coffee table and planted myself right in front of him.
“Save your threats, Junior, because as you can see, the cops here all know me. They don’t know you from Judas, so I’d sit there and shut up. I’m not your mother. You’re not going to talk to me the way you talk to her.”
“Faggot,” he grumbled, and I got all sorts of up and in his face, as the kids would say. I never touched him, but when I bent down to shove my slightly crooked nose into his, he flung himself back into the sofa so hard the couch danced in reverse a wee bit. Good. Let the snot be scared.
“That word is not ever to come out of your mouth again,” I snarled deep and low, making sure he saw just how much I loathed that slur. “If it does, even my love for your mother won’t protect you. And if you think I won’t hit someone for saying that, go ask that stupid Finn I flattened earlier today. And since you seem to be clueless, let me inform you that I’m not gay, I’m bi. If you plan to try to be cutting edge and witty, at least use the right slurs so that the person breaking your nose will be busting it for a proper taunt.”
