Cajun Sheriff

by Brandi Michaels

  Then she slid her hand onto his thigh, smiling to herself when his muscles clenched. He grew even tenser when she cupped his crotch and began to massage him through his jeans.

  “Now, chère, I’m tryin’ to drive, and we just did the dirty. Remember, I need a longer recovery time than you.”

  “Yes, Sheriff, and you’re doing a fine job,” she whispered, loving the way his cock instantly responded to her touch. It swelled in her hand, hardening more with each stroke. When it strained against the zipper of his jeans, she lowered it and reached inside. Then she tugged the rigid flesh from the folds of his briefs. Once his cock sprang free, she dropped her head into his lap and swirled her tongue around its smooth, salty tip.

  Luc started swearing softly in a jumble of language that she didn’t completely understand. He tugged at her chignon until it came free of the pins, and then speared his fingers through her hair. His hand clenched and unclenched, coaxing her with his actions while berating her with words.

  “You can’t be suckin’ on me while I’m drivin’, Sugar Dee. It’s too damned distractin’.”

  “Is it against the law, Sheriff?” she managed to ask while licking him with a long swipe of her tongue.

  “Pitié!” he whispered gruffly.

  Deidre wriggled her hand into his shorts to fondle his balls. “I don’t think I know what that means,” she told him as she lapped at his satiny flesh.

  “Pitié! Have mercy!” he ground out.

  Then he tugged hard enough on her hair to drag her face from his crotch. “We’re home,” he declared in a rasping breath.

  “Oh, bother,” she said as she straightened and looked out the window. She shifted out of the way so that Luc could park the truck. Once he’d cut the engine, he shoved her sideways and slid from under the wheel. Then he grasped her by the waist and dragged her across his lap

  “What you wantin’, big boy?” she teased, running her fingers through his hair, thrilled by his impatience.

  “You! Jus’ you.” He declared roughly. He captured her lips and plunged his tongue deep inside them. He coaxed her tongue into his mouth and sucked until they were both quivering. Deidre held his head and returned his kisses with fervor while his hands found her breasts. He squeezed them and kneaded, flicking the nipples until she made hungry little sounds and started to squirm on his lap.

  “Ride me,” he begged hoarsely.

  She didn’t hesitate, but shoved her skirt out of the way and spread her thighs wider, positioning herself so that she could sink onto his jutting flesh. They both groaned with pleasure as he surged into her wetness. Before either of them could set a satisfying rhythm, headlights swept through the truck’s cab as another vehicle approached their driveway.

  “Company,” Deidre declared with a gasp, lifting herself off his lap and sliding sideways again.

  Luc’s chest was heaving as though he’d run a marathon. His voice was raw. “Whoever it is, I’m gonna kill ‘em.” He shoved his cock back into his jeans with a groan and jerked the zipper closed, mumbling and swearing.

  Once Deidre could catch her breath, she laughed at his murderous threats. “That’s against the law, Sheriff.”

  They both reached for door handles and slid out of the cab. The sheriff department’s SUV came to a halt beside the truck. Jon Bristol, one of Luc’s part-time deputies opened the window.

  “Evening folks,” he greeted them. “Sorry to bother you so late, but young Marc Jacques found the sheriff’s wallet near the pier. Thought you might be missin’ it.”

  Luc’s hand went to the back pocket of his jeans, and he swore. Deidre stayed in the shadows while he retrieved the wallet. The two of them briefly discussed what had been happening on the deputy’s shift and then said their good nights.

  “It was thoughtful of Jon to bring that out to you,” she said as they watched the SUV head back down the road.

  Luc wrapped his arm around her shoulder and steered them toward the house. “Thoughtful, yeah, but his timin’ sucks.” He leaned down to nuzzle her ear, making her giggle.

  “If we hadn’t been engaging in public sex at the party, you wouldn’t have lost your wallet in the first place,” she reminded.

  He chuckled and ushered her inside the house. Deidre sighed as the cool air bathed her overheated flesh. “I don’t know about you, but I’m heading for the shower.”

  “What about that little matter we started in the truck?” he asked, hugging her close and rocking his hips against her stomach.

  “Abstinence builds character.”

  “The hell.” He nibbled his way down her neck “I’ve still got a ragin’ hard-on.”

  “Foreplay,” she mumbled as a shiver raced down her spine. “The truck was just foreplay. Wait until you get the main attraction.”

  “Mais, non, you don’ get to be in charge tonight. My turn.”

  She conceded without an argument. “So what’s your pleasure, big boy?”

  “I wan’ you stretched out on the bed jus’ like you had me last night.”

  “Naked?”

  “Mais, non. I wan’ you wearin’ that bra thing that jus’ covers your nipples, and I wan’ a closer look at those special panties of yours.”

  Deidre shivered at his low, sensual tone. “I’ll be there right after I shower.”

  “Non!” His voice took a sharp edge. “I wan’ you there now. No arguments.”

  She threw her arms around his neck and tugged him closer for a kiss, rubbing herself against him like a sensuous cat. “I’ll make you a deal.” She flicked her tongue over his lips and then nibbled at the corner of his mouth until his breathing grew rough.

  “Deal?”

  “I’ll do as you ask if you’ll put on the other interesting little item I picked up in Randall City.”

  Luc scrunched her skirt in his fists and pulled it upward until he could grab her nearly bare butt. He squeezed with both hands and she shivered.

  “What’d you buy that I haven’ seen?”

  “I bought you a thong, too.”

  The sound he made was a cross between laughter and a snort of disbelief. “The hell,” he said. “They make those things for men?”

  “Sure. It’s royal blue and as cute as it can be. Just the thought of you wearing it makes me hot,” she whispered huskily.

  He made another rough sound. “Hot, huh?”

  She lapped at his lips. “Really, really hot.”

  “Damn, I like the sound of that.”

  “It’s in the top drawer of the dresser in the spare bedroom. I’ll give you five minutes and meet you in our room.”

  “Three,” he argued.

  Deidre laughed and raced to the bathroom. It didn’t take her more than a minute to shed everything but her panties and then fasten herself into the bustier. She went to the bedroom and turned on one small lamp. It cast a gentle glow over the room. The only other lighting came from the moon and spilled in the window.

  She turned when the door to the spare room opened and her breath caught at the sight of Luc in nothing but a strip of bright blue satin. He was a man perfectly attuned to his body and comfortable with his nudity, so she’d seen him naked many, many times. But the patch of blue fabric molded against his genitals excited her beyond reason. As she watched him approach, her pulse accelerated. Her heart pounded and dampness collected between her legs.

  Luc watched her watching him and his cock strained against the underwear. Soon it escaped, the bulbous head surging above the satin. “You can’ expect me to keep these things on with you lookin’ at me that way, chère.”

  “What way?”

  His voice went gruff. “Like you wanna eat me up.”

  Deidre licked her lips and then smiled up at him, finally dragging her attention from his groin. “I think maybe you need a larger size.”

  “Damned straight. They’re givin’ me one helluva wedgie.”

  Laughing softly, she moved closer and cupped his cock in her hand. “It’s just warming you up for when I gi
ve you a serious wedgie.”

  He groaned and arched his hips into her hand, but quickly withdrew from her touch. Then he slapped her on the ass hard enough to make her jump and squeal. “Don’ be tauntin’ me woman,” he snapped. “On the bed, spread-eagle, and don’ give me no sass.”

  Deidre’s happy laughter echoed around the room as she sat on the end of the bed and then flopped backward. But her laughter got caught in her throat when Luc stepped between her legs and spread her thighs wide. She gasped as cool air surged between her legs and tickled her pussy. The dampness from the panties made the air all the more titillating.

  Luc took her left foot in his hand and began a slow, thorough massage. She hadn’t realized how tired her feet were until he started touching them. He used the thumbs and fingers of both hands to rub her heel, her arch and then the ball. Closing her eyes, she sighed with pleasure as he repeated his efforts on her right foot.

  “Feel good, chère?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  “Jus’ relax and let me thank you for our date this evenin’ and this little gift you bought me.”

  He’d get no argument from her, thought Deidre. His hands were big, rough and hot, soothing while arousing. The heat and pressure he applied sent currents of electricity spiraling up her body. After working magic on her feet, he ran his palms up her calves, pulling her slowly and steadily closer to the edge of the bed.

  By the time his caresses reached her thighs, they were hanging on either side of his strong thighs. As he stroked the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs, she opened her eyes again and found his gaze settled between her legs. With her legs spread wide, he got a close up look at her crotchless panties and everything they didn’t conceal.

  The heated intensity of his gaze made her body weep, and he couldn’t help but see and smell the signs of her arousal. She blushed at the thought, but kept her gaze locked on his dark, handsome features. The skin was taut over his cheekbones and his color had darkened as well, proving he liked what his touch could do to her.

  “I hope you’re not too attached to these,” he said as he grasped the panties and ripped them from her body.

  Deidre shivered, her legs quivering as he continued to stare at her. Despite having been naked together hundreds of times, he’d never studied her so intently. She’d always balked at too much exploration. Her modesty had always been a sticking point and he’d respected her wishes. Now she felt juices overflowing her pussy and soaking her pubic hair, but she didn’t’ flinch from his hungry gaze. Her thighs quivered in his big hands, her vaginal muscles clenching and unclenching with excitement.

  “So beautiful, ma douce amie. I love the look and scent of your arousal. It makes my cock so hard I can barely stand it. Your cunt is pink and swollen and cryin’ for my rod.”

  "Cunt?” she asked, her voice gruff. “Is that part of your French Cajun language?”

  He gave her a rakish grin. “Non, I learned it from reading dirty books.”

  “Dirty books?” Deidre squealed her outrage for fellow authors. She hated hearing any book labeled dirty and he knew it.

  He chuckled and soothed her with strong, stroking fingers. “From sexy books,” he corrected. “I’ve learned a lot from those sexy books, and I’m tryin’ to teach you a few of the lessons.”

  Eyes narrowed, she challenged him with a haughty stare. “I’m sure you learned all your sexual prowess from books, Sheriff,” she scoffed. Just the thought of him with other woman made her go tense and stiff.

  “Ah, now, chère,” he chided, stepping still closer and spreading her legs as wide as possible. “I didn’ mean to get you all uptight again. Let me make it better.”

  With that, he slid his hands under her hips, lifted her and began to spread hot, wet kisses on her stomach. Deidre moaned as all her muscles turned to mush. Then he used his dangerously wicked tongue to play with her public curls, moving ever closer to the place she most needed his touch. She squirmed and silently coaxed him for more.

  “Tell me what you want, mon ange.”

  She closed her eyes and groaned, arching her hips as much as his tight grasp would allow. “Lucas!” she begged.

  “Ah, the full name,” he teased. “We’re makin’ progress.”

  Next he slid one forearm under her hips to support her while freeing his other hand. She couldn’t see, but she could feel as his fingers parted her feminine lips. Then he blew softly on exposed flesh already dewy with need. A shiver raced through her.

  “I wanna hear the words, chère.” His request was softly issued but no less demanding. He used his fingers to spread her lips wide and then his tongue to lap at her with deliberately slow, teasing licks.

  Deidre clutched handfuls of the bedspread and threw her head back and forth. Tension had her wound so tight she thought she’d explode if he didn’t offer her relief soon. “Suck me!” she cried hoarsely.

  She heard Luc groan and then she felt his teeth tugging at her clitoris. He slid one finger deep inside of her, plundering her wetness and stroking her desire even higher. When he finally began to suck on her, Deidre screamed with pleasure. An orgasm exploded through her, stiffening her legs and curling her toes. She shouted his name over and over as the pleasure just kept rippling, making her weak and limp.

  “I’d sure like to do that again, but you’ve got me so damned hot I can barely stand up,” growled Luc.

  Deidre mustered her strength and pulled from his grasp, then twirled around until her head fell over the end of the bed. She pressed her face against his groin as he clutched handfuls of her hair. Reaching backward, she grabbed hold of his thong and started tugging on it, pulling down the front while she sawed the back into his cheeks. Then she took his cock into her mouth and did some sucking of her own.

  Luc groaned and thrust himself deeper. He let go of her hair and reached for the bustier. He shoved it out of the way so that he could cup her breasts, plumping and playing with the hardened nipples.

  She stuck a finger in her mouth and lubricated it with saliva, then eased it between his ass cheeks to replace the thong. He’d taught her about finger fucking and she wanted to return the pleasure. Her research said to insert the finger to the second knuckle and then caress his prostrate gland, so that’s what she did.

  At first, he clenched his cheeks, refusing her access. But then he gradually relaxed enough to let her explore him with her finger. The sound he made was raw and primitive, a growling roar of escalating pleasure that echoed around the room. Then the combined caresses of her mouth and her finger brought him to a release so violent that Deidre couldn’t swallow fast enough.

  “Si bon, si bon.” So good. So good. He whispered hoarsely as his whole body shuddered. Then he slid to the floor, pulled her off the bed and onto his lap. He cradled her in his arms while they both struggled for breath.

  “Woman, you make me weak.”

  “You don’t feel very weak to me,” she muttered, dropping her head on his chest and sighing with contentment. His satisfaction meant more to her than she could explain. She badly needed to know that she could satisfy his needs. She wanted to be his fantasy lover as well as his wife.

  “Who the hell taught you that trick?” he demanded in his next breath.

  Deidre giggled and nibbled on his nipple. She loved his possessiveness and felt the same about him. “You, tough guy. You’re the one who keeps teaching me. So don’t get all bent out of shape.”

  “Hmm…” The sound held supreme male satisfaction. “I guess it’s okay then.”

  “Okay if I fuck you and suck you at the same time?” she teased brazenly.

  He groaned and tightened his hold on her. “Damn, Sugar Dee, I’m tryin’ to reform you, and you jus’ keep getting’ badder and badder.”

  “I don’t think ‘badder’ is a word.”

  “That’s okay, ‘cause you’re one of a kind, too.”

  “Think you should keep me?” she asked. What started out as a teasing question suddenly turned serious. She hugged hi
m tightly and rubbed her face against his chest. “Do you think we can make this marriage work, Luc?”

  “You havin’ doubts?”

  “Aren’t you?”

  “My love for you has never been in doubt,” he insisted hoarsely.

  “Not even when I drove you out of the house with my deadline dementia?”

  “Never.” The word came from the depths of his heart. “What about you?”

  Deidre cupped his face and stared deeply into his beautiful eyes. “I love you more than words can ever say,” she whispered sincerely. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted in a man and so much more. I know I’m far from the perfect wife, but I swear I’m going to try harder if you want to save our marriage.”

  Luc closed his eyes, and she felt a flutter of panic. Was he hiding his reaction because her words touched him too deeply, or were her promises too little and too late?

  The room grew quiet except for their breathing.

  “Luc?” Her tone held a note of panic when he didn’t answer right away.

  Then he opened his eyes and stared into hers. “When I made you my wife, I promised my love for better or worse,” he reminded. “We jus’ hit a little rough patch, that’s all. I’m guessin’ we’ll hit a few more in the next fifty or so years.”

  Deidre gave him a wide, warm smile. “You’re guessin’, huh?”

  He frowned. “You mockin’ me, Yankee?”

  “It’s altogether possible,” she teased.

  In the next instant, she found herself sprawled over his knees, ass in the air.

  “You wouldn’t!” she gasped, and then felt the first stinging slap of his palm on her bare behind.

  “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” she squealed in a mixture of laughter and outrage. He smacked her until her ass was stinging and she could hardly catch her breath. Then he swiftly turned her over and rammed a finger in her dripping pussy. She sucked in air and then cried out, grinding herself against his hand. Heat surged through her from every direction, burning in her core.