Snap Shot (Cayuga Cougars Book 1)

by V. L. Locey

  “Seamus, I require just a moment, darling,” she begged when I began to slip down lower, my goal to give her a good rimming followed by a better blowjob. It was imperative that she come in my mouth. Yep. It had to be made to happen right now.

  “I missed you,” I said into her smooth stomach. “Fuck, but I hate being separated from you.”

  “I know, I know,” she whispered as she ran her hand over my head. “I do enjoy the feel of that hair of yours. It’s like petting a bulldog puppy.”

  I nipped gently at her rib. She jerked and squealed, and I knew I would probably never leave this house again. Fuck the Cougars, Cayuga, and hockey. Right here in this bed with this woman was all I needed. I was beginning to think I could skip food and water if I only had her curled around me.

  “Bow wow,” I mouthed into her skin, then released the poor woman so she could go tidy up. Why she bothered when I had plans for her was anyone’s guess.

  Old lazy Mario just rolled to the side, took off the old condom, tossed it into a small trashcan hidden under the nightstand, and worked at catching his breath in preparation for round two. As randy as I felt, there might be more than two rounds.

  Lila hustled off to a small powder room, her ass jiggling enticingly as she scampered. Watching her ass bounce, three rounds seemed to be a strong possibility. I stared at the fancy glass lamp on the stand, my body slowly cooling.

  My gaze flew to her when she exited the bathroom. A smile tweaked my lips to see that she had fixed her hair and touched up her makeup while I had laid there like a slug with my dick in my hand. Lila wiggled in close behind me, her skin still damp from a warm washcloth. I should have offered to clean her up instead of lying there stroking my cock back into an erection. When her long fingers playfully skipped over my hip, they brushed my dick. I twitched and Lila made a yummy sound.

  “Well, I see you’ve been using the time to good advantage,” she cooed, then ran the tip of her tongue around the shell of my ear.

  Another tremor rolled through me. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my dick. Her grip tightened and a groan rumbled up and out of me.

  “You up for some play time, Seamus?” She dragged out my name. Shayyyyy-Mussss. Holy fucking hell, but just listening to her talk brought me close.

  “I’m up for whatever games you wish, baby,” I told her.

  She kissed my neck softly, then released my cock. I started to roll onto my back, but she stopped me with a hand between my shoulder blades.

  “No, honey, you just lie there on your side. Lift that left leg up for me.”

  I thumbed the drop of pre-cum off the head of my cock, then hiked up my leg, my heart starting to thump a little faster. I lay there listening, my eyes closed, my hand holding my cock.

  Lila moved gently. The mattress sighed. I heard the sound a soft swoosh of wood on wood. My pulse kicked up. She was in her toy drawer. I had to wet my lips. The sound of the drawer closing made me whine in anticipation of what was to come.

  “This will be good, Seamus,” she promised, moving closer to me.

  The bed sagged then rose, sagged then rose, as she placed her knees on it. A warm, soft hand settled on my hip. The muscles along my side jumped. A round, hard tip touched my exposed asshole. I tensed instantly.

  “Relax, honey, it’s just Mr. Blue, my favorite glass plug. You know the one you commented on when I showed you my last set of photographs?”

  “Yeah, God, yeah, I remember it.”

  I panted as she toyed with me, pushing gently against my entrance with that big blue plug. The memory of that image of her caressing her cock while enjoying the pressure of that plug made me all sorts of buggy.

  “Push that into me, now.”

  “Such a rambunctious lad you are,” she said as I squirmed around on the covers, the need to scissor my legs becoming a maddening itch. “Patience, Seamus, patience.”

  “Ah, fuck patience, Lila,” I huffed as my skin pimpled.

  She ignored my demands. The woman teased me until I was a blubbering mess. Using just the tip of that plug and her deep sultry voice, she worked me into a fine lather. When she finally did push it in, I cried out in relief and sheer ecstasy.

  “Oh fuck, thank you, baby, thank you.”

  “Roll over gently,” she said, then pulled me onto my back.

  Each movement made the most incredible sensations shoot outward from my core. Lila slid a long leg over mine, then settled between my thighs. There she sat, resting on her calves, smiling at me as I moved my hips this way and that. She reached over me to the table on my side of the bed, her breasts skimming my chest. I gazed hungrily at her hard nipples, then rolled my hips. A small grunt escaped me and Lila gave me a wicked smile as she held up a tube of lipstick.

  “You are enjoying that, aren’t you, Seamus?”

  “I may never take it out,” I groaned as I undulated. A shockwave of pure pleasure raced through me when the plug rolled over my prostate.

  “You are a scamp.” She giggled, then removed the lid from her lipstick and resettled between my legs. Her dick was semi-erect and bumped my balls when she snuggled into her chosen spot. “Do you know what I’m going to do?”

  “Put on lipstick?”

  “Yes. I know how much you love to see my red lips slipping down over your big cock.”

  I tried to speak but couldn’t.

  Lila moved slowly, drawing out each movement. The color was fire engine red. She applied it to her top lip, then her bottom lip. She then pressed her lips together. It seemed to take forever. My pelvis had a life of its own now. It rolled and thrust with no rhyme or rhythm. Then the tip of her pink tongue came out to put a wet shine on her blood-red lips. A gurgling sound came out of me as I fisted the blue velvet covers. When she bowed down to take my cock in her mouth, the room tilted dangerously. One hand resting on my thigh, she swallowed every inch of me. I threw my hips into the air to ensure she had it all. She pulled up, inhaled, then went back down.

  She did it repeatedly, reminding me of one of those old drinking bird toys, until my balls were wet with spittle. Then the next time she bobbed down to suck me into her throat, she reached between my legs and flicked the glass plug buried inside me. It bounced off that knot of nerves and I screamed out her name. That was how I came a moment later; her nose nestled among red curls, her finger tapping on that plug, her name reverberating off the cool blue walls. Eyes screwed shut, heels digging into the mattress, fists wound in the bedding and my spine bowed off the mattress, I came apart in an orgasm that I would never forget. Her grunts of release mixed with mine. I collapsed back onto the bed, arms and legs wide, my chest rising and falling like a squeezebox.

  “Sweet Mary Madonna, that was so worth the drive from Cayuga,” I wheezed while my girl slithered up over me to capture my mouth.

  Every movement made the plug wiggle just a bit and another round of trembling broke out. Her tongue slid over mine in soft, sinful ways. I threw an arm over her back to keep her pinned to my chest.

  “You appear to have enjoyed that,” Lila said with a naughty smile when the kiss ended.

  “Yeah, you could say that.” Her leg slid over mine. “Can we not worry about the bed right off, baby? Just throw a dry section over the wet and lie here with me for a bit?”

  She nodded, but I could tell it was not to her liking. Once she got the mess covered and was snug to my side, though, she seemed to be enjoying the cozy moments that followed.

  “This is nice,” I said as I toyed with her hair.

  “I wouldn’t have guessed that you liked to cuddle,” she said as her head rested on my biceps. “When you’re ready to be relieved of Mr. Blue, just let me know.”

  I clenched my ass cheeks and growled in pleasure. “Think I can keep it?”

  “I wouldn’t suggest playing hockey whilst wearing Mr. Blue.” Lila giggled as we reclined surrounded by crushed velvet. “Speaking of hockey…”

  “Yeah, I was supposed to report back to the team tomorrow for the first g
ame on Monday night, but the league nailed me with another two days and a fine.”

  “Oh Seamus, I am so sorry.”

  Her hand roamed over my chest and stomach until her nails moved down the red hair under my navel that she called “The McGarrity Treasure Trail”.

  “Will you be spending the next week here with us, then?”

  “I was hoping to, yeah.”

  Her hair was soft and thick between my fingers. Her hand felt like a kitten curling up to slumber on my belly. She smelled like perfume and sex. I breathed her in deeply and held it for as long as I could.

  “Are you okay with that?”

  “Yes, I’m thrilled. My bed is a large and cold place without you in it, Seamus.”

  “I love you, baby.”

  “And I you,” she sighed, her breath warming my skin while her words warmed my heart. “I hope Langley will be as pleased to have you here for a visit.” I felt her tensing beside me.

  “What’s he done since the last time we talked?”

  “Oh, the usual,” she replied wearily. “Another pushing and shoving match with a young man. I have done my son no favors, Seamus.”

  “Are all these scuffles about you?”

  “Sadly, yes, they seem to be. I honestly do not know what to do now.”

  I stared at the ceiling, which was the same sexy blue color as the walls. “You just keep doing what you’re doing, baby. If you start hiding or changing, then that would be the biggest mistake you could make. Don’t let the haters shame you into changing, Lila.”

  “That’s quite an easy thing for two adults to say, Seamus,” she said, then sat up clasping the velvet covering to her breasts. Her hair tumbled down to rest on her shoulders. “It’s quite different for a teenage boy in a new town to hear distasteful things being said about his mother.”

  “He needs to hear it, baby.”

  She threw me a rather angry look.

  “He needs to build up a thick skin. People are going to be dicks no matter what. He needs to learn to let the taunts of stupid, bigoted kids being raised by stupid, bigoted parents run off his back.”

  “Yes, because that’s what you do when people speak badly about those you care about, correct? Aren’t you now sitting out the beginning of the season because someone threw a slur at Victor? Perhaps you shouldn’t preach to others while you yourself react in the same violent way!”

  She threw the covers aside and stalked to the powder room.

  Wow. Guess she told me. Shit.

  I stared at the powder room door until my eyes were dry. I tossed the cover off and carefully removed Mr. Blue, placed my bare feet on the cold concrete floor, wrapped my kilt around my waist, and padded to the bathroom door with the butt plug in my hand. How the hell had things swerved so far off course so rapidly?

  She told me to enter after a soft knock. I stepped inside. Lila was sitting on the aqua toilet, her knees together and her toes pointed inward, chewing on her bright pink thumbnail.

  Her gaze met mine. “I do wish to apologize, Seamus.”

  I held up a hand. “Baby, you got no reason to say you’re sorry. You were right. I say one thing then do another.”

  She gave me a weak smile, then went back to chewing on her fingernail.

  “You don’t think Langley is acting this way because of me, do you?”

  “No, I do not. I think fists are the preferred method of retaliation for angry young – and old – men.”

  I chortled at her little dig, then turned on the water to wash my hands and our little glass toy.

  “What I do think is that he seems to be rather taken with you, and I can understand why.”

  “It’s my kilt. Everyone loves a man in a kilt,” I joked as I lathered the toy vigorously.

  “Yes, this is true, but I feel that he has some respect for you. Lord knows the child doesn’t have any for me.” She reached between her legs to shake discreetly.

  I stared at her as if she’d just said Victor Kalinski had joined a monastery. “Lila, that kid hates me. He told me so when we were cleaning up that mess he spray-painted on the windows of Old Man Smith’s— shit.”

  Her eyes went round, then narrowed. I rinsed off Mr. Blue and placed him on a hand towel to dry.

  “Excuse me?” she asked as the flames of womanly ire licked at my balls. “Did you just say that my son perpetrated graffiti on a shopkeeper and I was not informed of this situation?”

  Oh, fuck.

  Think quickly, McGarrity. Use your head for something besides a place to rest your helmet.

  “I know what you’re thinking – that I lied to you. Yeah, I did, but baby, it was a spur of the moment thing and I—”

  She blew by me like a tornado eying Dorothy Gale’s farm. She didn’t even stop to wash her hands. That was how I knew she was royally pissed off. Lila is about the tidiest person I’ve ever met, aside from my mother. I jogged after her. She crammed her arms into the thick robe that had fallen to the floor, without glancing at me.

  “Lila, come on, it was just one of those things.”

  She held up one finger and my mouth snapped shut like a bear trap.

  “I am put out with you, Seamus.” With that regal announcement, she sailed around me and out the door, her robe flowing behind her like a queen’s cape.

  “Well fuck me,” I snarled, and pounded up the stairs after her.

  I found her in the kitchen drying her hands on some paper towels. When she spotted me, she stormed to the fridge, giving me the cold shoulder. Then she slammed the fridge shut and slung some icy ground beef into a stewing pot. She looked magnificent with her dander up, but I kept that thought to myself.

  “Lila, if I could explain things…”

  “Yes, Seamus, I do wish you would explain things, since I seem to have been left out of a rather relevant loop.” She threw the lid on the pot, then spun to throw visual knives at me.

  “I didn’t want to upset you, so I handled it on my own. Old Man Smith refused to file charges once he heard that Langley was under my—”

  “File charges?” Lila screeched like a banshee. “Do you mean to tell me my son was close to being incarcerated and you thought it best not to inform me?”

  I couldn’t look her in the eye, so I gave my bare, and cold, feet a long look. “Well, yeah, I mean at the worst it would have been a misdemeanor, I think.”

  I scrubbed furiously at my short hair. The woman whipped a handful of coffee filters at me. They bounced harmlessly off my chest and landed at my feet. I jerked my head up to stare at her.

  “You are very lucky all I had to hand was coffee filters, Seamus.”

  “Yeah, no kidding,” I mumbled as I bent over to pick up the white paper filters and hand them back to Lila.

  She was too mad to take them. I placed them tenderly on her table.

  “Lila, baby, I honestly did not want you any more upset than you were. Hell, not twelve hours prior you’d been tossing back shots of Scotch whiskey like you do those cherry cheesecake shots that you like so well.”

  Her expression didn’t waver. The meat inside the pot sizzled and spat as it browned.

  “So, yeah, I kept it from you, but it all worked out. I took him down to the shoe store the next morning and he spent six hours scraping all the graffiti off the glass with a razor blade. He was not having a good time.”

  “You overstepped your authority, Seamus.”

  “I know, but in my defense, I did it because I wanted to spare you any more pain,” I said, and laid my most endearing look on her.

  She rolled her eyes as she huffed loudly, then turned to attend to her ground beef. I took a step. She held a large wooden spoon in the air in a distinctly threatening manner.

  “Do not think of trying to use sweetness to sway me. I plan to stay put out with you for a while,” she warned without ever looking back at me.

  “Okay, that’s fair. I deserve your anger. But you will forgive me, right?”

  “Perhaps, but not until after dinner at the ve
ry soonest,” she curtly informed me, then started chopping at the half-frozen chunk of meat as if she were Norman Bates.

  I might be a hardheaded Scot, but even I know when to leave a woman to burn off some anger. I took myself out of the kitchen and crashed onto the sofa, my big feet coming up to rest on the coffee table. As soon as my heels hit the table, I jerked them off and slapped them to the floor. If she saw me with my feet on the table, I knew she would whip me with her spoon. Lila and my mother were peas in a spoon-wielding pod.

  When Lila left the kitchen ten minutes later, I chanced a look. The woman threw her nose in the air and thundered past me. I heard the bedroom door shut loudly. Sighing heavily, I found the remote and turned on the TV. After flipping around for fifteen minutes, I concluded that daytime TV blows. I settled on The Sons of Katie Elder on some local station and promptly fell asleep.

  The slam of the front door woke me up. I sat up quickly and blinked at Langley coming home from school.

  “Yo, Fresh X-Pres,” I mumbled around a yawn.

  “I’m not using that name anymore,” he curtly informed me.

  “Got tired of people mistaking you for romaine?”

  “You’re fucking lame. What are you doing here anyway?” he enquired as he tossed his backpack to the floor by my cold feet. Books and folders spilled out.

  “Fighting with your mother,” I informed him while checking out the shiner he was sporting. “Nice one. How does the other guy look?”

  “Worse.”

  I gave the kid a thumbs up. “You really shouldn’t fight, though,” I said loudly, in hopes my gal would hear me being all civilized and shit.

  Langley stared at me, then went into the kitchen.

  I tried to get caught up in some old spy flick starring Peter Lorre that had come on after John Wayne had wrapped up.

  Langley joined me on the couch a few minutes later with a paper plate filled with little pizza rolls. He tugged off the ball cap riding on his head in reverse. His hair exploded like a popcorn kernel when the hat left his head. He popped a roll into his mouth. I grabbed one and did the same. It burned all the way down.

  “Your mother knows about the shoe store,” I told him.