Cajun Sheriff

by Brandi Michaels

  Throwing her head back and her breasts high, she rode him slowly, loving the way his cock filled her and throbbed deep inside of her. Luc groaned and writhed, but didn’t try to hurry her movements. He kept his hands above his head even though she was sure he badly wanted to grab her hips and hurry her actions.

  “Permission to touch you,” he finally ground out in an urgent whisper.

  In response, Deidre leaned backward, pressing her back to his chest and supporting herself on her hands. “Permission granted,” she whispered.

  His big, rough hands quickly cupped her breasts, kneading them and plucking at her nipples. She stilled long enough to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of having him caress her breasts while he was still buried deep inside of her. When she thought she couldn’t stand another minute of stimulation, he spoke again.

  “Permission to turn you over and fuck you until neither of us can move,” he begged in a low, hoarse tone.

  “Permission granted,” she conceded on a breathless gasp.

  In the next instant, she was flat on her back with Luc pressing her against the mattress. His mouth slammed down on hers in a hard, demanding kiss, his tongue thrusting as his hips pumped with a fierce, driving force. Deidre caught her breath on a jagged groan as he filled her with his throbbing heat. Tension coiled deep in her womb and then it was spiraling through every inch of her body, radiating pleasure as an explosive orgasm ripped through her. She clung to Luc’s hips, gasping for breath, but it didn’t slow his pounding rhythm.

  For the first time since they’d married, he totally lost control, driving into her with stroke after powerful stroke. She clung to him, trying to match his pace, but the orgasms were coming faster and faster, one on top of the other, draining her of strength until one final, fierce lunge sent Luc over the edge, too. Head thrown back, neck muscles bulging and body arched, he ground himself against her and shouted in violent release. Then he collapsed, dropping his full weight onto Deidre.

  Their bodies—hot and sweaty—meshed as one; their breathing a chorus of exhausted, but sated moans. Their chests heaved, lungs straining to drag in much-needed air.

  After a few pulsing heartbeats, he regained enough strength to support his weight on his forearms. He lifted his chest from hers, but dropped his head onto her forehead.

  “Mon Dieu, that was truly amazin’,” he muttered.

  She panted her agreement. “It was, wasn’t it?”

  “You’re amazin’,” he continued, lifting his head to gaze into her eyes. A frown creased his brow. “I didn’ hurt you, did I?”

  “How could you even think it?”

  “I pride myself on control.” He frowned and his tone went low. “But you and your toys and your teasin’ shot it all to hell.”

  Her brows drew together in a frown. “Do you mind?”

  He didn’t answer right away, just continued to stare at her. “It’s a little unsettlin’.”

  “But you think you could get used to it? Just with me, anyway?” she prompted.

  Luc shook his head as though trying to clear it. “Just when I think I know everything there is to know ‘bout you, you surprise me again.”

  Like you surprised me earlier today?” she asked.

  A roguish grin slashed his face, but a worried frown quickly replaced it. “I’ve been missin’ you pretty bad,” he admitted.

  Deidre dropped her lashes to cover her reaction. He wasn’t openly criticizing her, yet she knew it was her fault their sex life had been disrupted of late. They needed to hash things out, but she wasn’t ready for any serious discussions. She wanted to bask in the afterglow of their incredible sex.

  He rubbed a thumb across her lips, planted a butterfly kiss there and then continued. “We don’ have to talk about it right now, but it needs airin’.“

  Deidre nodded, and then lifted her head to give him another kiss. It was swift, but hard. “You know I’ll never be able to face Bill or Deke again. Especially Deke after you dumped me on him and made him take me back to the car.”

  “He was still blushin’ when I got back to the office. What’d you say to him?”

  “Not a whole lot. I was too embarrassed to make small talk.”

  “Is that why you wanted to whip my ass?”

  Laughter bubbled from her throat. “Partly. It was the least violent method of payback I could think of for the handcuff treatment. Why’d you let me get away with it?”

  “’Cause I figured what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

  Deidre narrowed her gaze and stared hard at him. “And just what does that quaint colloquialism mean?”

  “It means I was thinkin’ how much I’m gonna enjoy spankin’ your sweet little ass when it’s my turn.”

  Heat suffused her at the thought, and she bit her lip. She wasn’t sure she would enjoy pain, even lovingly inflicted, but there was no doubt the idea excited her. She started to squirm, and Luc immediately rocked his hips against hers. He slid both hands under her, digging his fingers into her buttocks and squeezing hard as he lifted her against his growing erection.

  “Dieu, I get hot just thinkin’ ‘bout it.”

  “Hot and hard?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair. “That’s a pretty fast recovery”

  “Damn straight.”

  “I like you hard.”

  “No lie. You had me so hard and hot I thought the top of my head might blow off before I could get inside of you. I didn’t think you could do anythin’ better than suckin’ me dry this afternoon, but you proved me wrong.”

  Deidre dropped her gaze. A blush heated her skin. Luc had never talked to her so frankly. She knew he was testing her. He wanted to take their relationship to a whole new level of intimacy. The idea intrigued and excited her. She wanted to explore it, too, but it would take time to get rid of all her inhibitions.

  When she didn’t say anything for a minute, he prodded her again. “So why’d you let me handcuff you and take you to jail today?” he demanded.

  “Maybe I’ve been missing you, too,” she declared. “Maybe I woke up hot and horny and wanting my lover.”

  That drew a groan from Luc. He dropped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking deeply before taunting her again. “Jus’ maybe?”

  Her back arched, as he teased one and then the other nipple. “Probably.”

  “I sure as hell wanted you,” he confessed. “I was just about dyin’ from need and neglect.”

  They were encroaching the discussion Deidre wanted to avoid, so she changed the subject again.

  “You never said if you liked my new outfit.”

  Luc lifted his head and stared into her eyes. He looked as though he wanted to argue, but decided not to. Sighing, he glanced down at the one remaining garment. “You say that thong is attached to the skirt?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “And just where did a prissy thing like yourself find such a wicked outfit?”

  “I’m not prissy,” she argued, smacking his rear end. He winced and her grin widened. That should teach him to call her names. “There’s this unique little shop in Randall City.”

  “The hell.”

  “It’s the truth. They have all sorts of...interesting stuff.”

  “Like whips and chains and thongs?”

  “Uh huh.”

  Suspicion narrowed his eyes. “And just how’d you find out ‘bout it?”

  “On the Internet, of course.”

  Luc only cared about computers and the Internet when he needed information at work. Deidre knew didn’t have a clue to what could be found with a basic search engine.

  He rolled off her and reached for the hem of her skirt, lifting it to her waist. The thong had slipped between her folds again, and he studied it intently. He slid his fingers under the thin band of leather and played with it for a while. Up and down, up and down, he pulled the fabric tightly into her crotch. As his fingers rubbed back and forth across her clitoris, her body tightened with need. Before long,
she was panting and rubbing herself against his palm.

  He searched for and found the zipper. After lowering it, he grabbed the waistband of the skirt with both hands and tugged it over her hips and down her legs so that she could kick it aside.

  “It’s nice but I like you just fine when you’re naked.”

  “I like you naked, too,” she whispered, scoring her nails down his chest. She twirled dark curls around her fingers and then plucked at his nipples until they stood rigid. “I like everything about you.”

  “That so?” he drawled, studying her intently. “Even if I play rough and talk dirty?”

  She stared into his eyes. Her heart began to pound as they ventured into untested emotional waters. They’d never been very verbal about personal fantasies and desires. Their sex life had always been passionate, yet conventional. She knew they needed to learn how to communicate better and express their needs.

  “You’ve been treating me like some fragile flower since we got married,” she accused lightly.

  He didn’t deny it, but his eyes grew more dark and watchful. “You complainin’?”

  Deidre stroked his face with the palm of her hand, enjoying the slightly rough feel of his five o’clock shadow. She felt a blush heating her cheeks, but she made herself explain. “You’re an incredibly passionate, sensitive lover.”

  “But?” he drawled, his voice low and wary.

  Deidre dropped her gaze, unable to look him in the eyes as she bared her soul. “But I’ve always felt like you’re holding back. Suppressing your desire because you think I’m not woman enough to satisfy your needs.” There, she’d said it, admitted it out loud even though it was the hardest thing she’d ever had to put to words.

  He made a rough sound of denial, but Deidre conjured the image of sultry, voluptuous Evangelina. Her sexual prowess probably didn’t compare to that of his former lover. She’d never let him know how much the idea bothered her, but she was insanely jealous of the other woman.

  He slid a hand through her hair, cupping her head and forcing her to look at him again. “I’ve been taking my cue from you, but you didn’t seem interested in explorin’ your sexuality.”

  “Well I’m no expert,” she insisted heatedly. “How can I know what I want if I’ve never experimented?” At least not until today. “You’re the one with all the experience. Why did you wait so long to make me aware of what I’ve been missing? I think it’s high time you started treating me more like a sex goddess.”

  That drew a low, rumbling chuckle from Luc. “Does that mean I’m forgiven for the handcuffs and bawdy language? I didn’t offend your sensibilities?”

  Shaking her head, she assured him she didn’t mind. “I love it when you tell me exactly what you want.”

  “Then you can understand why I like to hear exactly what you want,” he countered, his words and expression conveying his message. “Turn me on with some dirty talk.”

  Deidre chuckled, reaching down to wrap her hand around his fully erect cock. “You’re already turned on.”

  “So turn me on some more,” he insisted, dipping his head to press a kiss against her mouth. He plunged his tongue between her teeth and challenged hers to a duel. The kiss was long and hard and demanding with each of them edging closer to the other. Luc slid his body over hers, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders. He nibbled on her lips and then sunk his tongue into her mouth for another sweet, wet kiss. They couldn’t seem to get close enough or get enough of each other. The kisses and caresses went on until they both reached a fever pitch of need.

  “Beg me to fuck you,” he murmured against her mouth. His big hands cupped her buttocks, drawing her close enough to tease her with his throbbing erection. “I want to hear you say it. Just the thought of the word on your lips makes my blood boil.”

  “Luc!” The rawness of his demand thrilled her to the core. Knowing he didn’t believe she could do it and wanting to thrill him right back, she pushed the words past her tight throat. “Then fuck me until you’re dry,” she urged him in a husky whisper.

  He swiftly thrust into her, plunging deeply and grinding himself against her mound. She moaned and arched her hips, taking him even deeper. When they were locked tightly together, he drew back enough to lock gazes with her again.

  “You’re all the woman I need,” he swore gruffly. Then he gradually withdrew his cock and plunged it back in, making her catch her breath. He repeated the slow, erotic pumping, in and out, in and out, until her pulse raced and sent overheated blood flooding through her veins. “You’re hot and tight and still wet from loving me,” he continued in a husky growl. “It doesn’t get any better, ma douce amie.” My sweet love.

  “Luc!” she cried in desperation. She clawed his back, writhing beneath him and straining for harder, faster penetration.

  “Your fault, chère,” he taunted. “You got me hogtied with this cock ring. I might want to fuck for hours.”

  Deidre tossed her head back and forth on the pillow, lifting and grinding herself against him in urgent demand. When he still wouldn’t hurry, she smacked him hard-on his buttocks. His eyes opened wide, his expression going fierce. His control snapped and he pounded into her with a speed and force that swiftly brought her to orgasm.

  “Mon Dieu!” Luc’s hoarse cry echoed around the room as he emptied himself into her and then collapsed on top of her gain. It took several minutes before either could move or speak.

  “You drain me and make me weak,” he grumbled against her neck. “You suck every drop of juice from my body. How can you think for a minute that you’re not woman enough to please me?”

  “I’m no Evangelina,” she whispered.

  “Mais, non,” he said, lifting himself on his forearms so that he could look into her eyes.“ For that I’m trés grateful. Very grateful.”

  “She’s not a more creative, sensual lover?”

  Luc dropped his gaze. He nibbled on her pouty lip. Then he traced the shape of her mouth with his tongue, tickling and teasing. When he didn’t answer her question for a long, tense minute, she pinched his ass cheek. Hard.

  Laughter rumbled from low in his chest. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. “It’s against the gentlemen’s code of honor to compare lovers but I swear there’s nothing she can offer that tempts me more than you do by just breathin’.”

  Deidre’s breath hitched, and her heart sang with joy. She gave him a wide, warm smile. His words touched her more deeply than he could ever know, bolstering her self-confidence. “In that case, Sheriff, I guess I’ll hold you responsible for all future sexual enlightenment. Think you’re up for the challenge?”

  Chapter 3

  In response, Luc rolled off the bed, lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bathroom. “I think it might take me a couple hours to get mine up again, but we can explore you some more.”

  Deidre laughed happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and teasing him right back. “You don’t think I’ve done enough experimenting for one night?”

  “There’s no such thing as enough for a women.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Certainement. It’s a proven fact that women can have hundreds of orgasms a day.”

  “Hundreds?” The idea definitely intrigued her. Deidre felt her energy and enthusiasm returning. The wicked gleam in Luc’s eyes made her skin tingle, her nipples tighten and her blood grow warm.

  “What do you have in mind?” she asked.

  “Just a shower, mon sweet.”

  He carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet seat while he adjusted the water in the shower. Then Deidre watched him moving around the bathroom collecting various items. She didn’t pay much attention to what he was collecting, but noticed how gorgeous he looked in the buff. His body was sleek and bronzed and beautifully sculpted, from the broad chest to the narrow waist and hips. His thighs were hard and muscled and she never tired of looking at him.

  She envied his innate self-confiden
ce and complete comfort with his nudity. Even after they’d shared such passionate loving, she still felt a little modest just sitting around naked. It took all her willpower not to snatch a towel to cover herself, but she wanted to overcome the innate shyness.

  He’d removed the cock ring and tossed it into the sink. Even limp and unadorned, his cock was impressive. The dark curls that covered his chest arrowed down his flat stomach and lovingly cushioned his genitals. The satiny hair glistened with moisture, and the sight made her body sizzle with renewed arousal. Her pussy muscles clenched.

  “Jus’ lookin’ at me makes your nipples pout so pretty,” he said, moving close to her again. “I’m gonna keep ‘em hard and pouty for a while,” came his husky promise. He cupped her breasts in his hands, molding them and brushing the tight tips with his thumbs. “I wanna give you a night you won’ forget. A little belated anniversaire celebration.”

  “It’s already been a pretty memorable day and night.” Her breath caught on the last word as Luc plucked her nipples with his fingers. He pinched, and then flicked his fingernails over the sensitive nubs. When she reached for him, he knelt in front of her and began to lick her breasts. He bathed them with his hot, wet tongue until she was mewing and squirming.

  Next he lifted her and carried her into the shower stall, pulling the door firmly shut. Steam enveloped them as water sprayed every direction, soaking their hair and bodies. Luc stood her on her feet, but gathered her in a firm embrace. Dropping his mouth to hers, he kissed her slowly and deeply. Deidre slipped her arms around his waist, hugging him closer.

  She never tired of his kisses. As he sucked her tongue into his mouth, her whole body shuddered and nestled closer to his hardness.

  While they kissed, Luc grabbed her buttocks and massaged them, kneading the supple flesh with strong fingers. She felt herself melting all over again. Rubbing her breasts against his chest, she arched her hips toward him, letting him know how much she loved being this close. They’d showered together before, but everything they shared now seemed more intense and erotic.