Sheriff in Her Stocking

by Cheryl Gorman

  Rick shrugged as if it was no big deal but a sense of pride swelled inside him. Even a cop needed his ego stroked now and then. His penis twitched inside his pants. Maybe he should take Delaney on ride-alongs more often. Normally, he had no one cheering him on or patting him on the back for a job well done. The only comments he ever received were from the mayor who only complained if there was a problem. “Standard procedure, that’s all.”

  Delaney looked at him with respect and a flash of distress in her eyes. “No, it was more than that. I’ve never seen a man abused by his wife before.” Her voice dropped to a murmur. “The important thing is you didn’t let her get away with it.”

  Chapter Five

  Delaney watched the expression warm in Rick’s eyes. She was truly impressed and respected him as well. He was a man of integrity who stood his ground and did the right thing. Did he do the right thing in his relationship with women as well? Did he speak to Lenore and break up with her like he said he would?

  “Physical or emotional abuse can’t be tolerated in any situation.”

  She smiled. “You’re a good man.”

  After they left the Verner’s house, Rick had dropped her off at the garage to pick up her car. She had tentative plans to leave Avery tomorrow but she had a question she needed to ask Rick first. “I was wondering if you had a chance to talk to Lenore today.”

  Rick nodded. A sensual expression glinted in his eyes. “As a matter of fact I did.” His deep, raspy answer caressed her nerve endings. He took a fry from her plate and slipped it between his lips.

  His action was erotic, warming her from head to toe. She would like nothing better than to take every inch of him deep inside her.

  He reached out, took her hand closing his warm fingers firmly around hers. “I broke things off with her.”

  A feeling of relief rushed through Delaney. Now, her relationship with Rick could move forward if she didn’t leave tomorrow. . . “How did she take it?”

  Rick leaned closer and gazed into her eyes. His tangy, male scent consumed her senses. The ambient sounds of conversations and the clang of dishes faded to the background. Delaney felt her nipples tighten and a blissful heat fill her core.

  “She took it fine. Only one question needs to be answered. Are you interested in seeing where this attraction takes us?”

  “Hi Delaney.”

  The sound of the mayor’s voice sliced into her private, sensual cocoon. She looked up and saw him walking toward them. He stopped beside the table and smiled. “I’m glad you’re here.” He motioned to an empty chair and when Rick nodded he sat down. The mayor turned and looked at Delaney. “The majority voted for your ideas about sprucing up the town despite Harden’s objections. I was wondering if you’d thought anymore about staying on to help us implement the ideas.”

  Delaney glanced around the diner at the people eating a meal with friends and family. Their voices melded into a soft murmur and poured over her. She gazed out of the window at the snow-covered town. Funny, she’d only been here a few days and already Avery felt like home. Inside, a tug of war ensued. One side lured her to leave tomorrow, head for New York and an exciting new life and the other, a more visceral feeling inched its way toward her heart. She looked at Rick and then the mayor. “I’d love to help you, but I’ll need to leave in time to reach New York by January third.”

  The mayor beamed. “Great. That won’t be a problem. Stop by my office first thing in the morning and we’ll get started.” He stood up and shook Delaney’s hand. “Glad to have you on board.”

  As he walked away, Rick smiled at her. His grin sent a current of awareness to her toes. “Ever been ice fishing?”

  Delaney raised her brows. That was the last thing she expected Rick to say. “Ice fishing? No, why?”

  He grasped her hand. “I was planning to go this afternoon. Want to tag along?”

  She shrugged. “Why not?”

  * * * * *

  Before they left the diner, Rick retrieved a thermos from the cruiser and had it filled with hot chocolate. Then he took Delaney by a sports shop and purchased some warmer clothes for her.

  A half-hour or so later, they sat inside a portable fishing shack on camping chairs side by side. Harsh winds blew around the walls of the shack. A portable propane heater made the air inside the shack just this side of bearable.

  They each held a fishing pole. The floor was made of wood with an open square in the center. Rick had cut a fresh hole in the ice when they arrived. Their baited hooks floated several inches below the surface of the frigid water.

  Rick had thought for sure Delaney would be squeamish about handling tackle and bait but she’d surprised him. Despite the cold and the primitive conditions, she appeared to be enjoying herself.

  He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She’d taken off her parka, sweater and gloves. The thermal top she wore had a round neck line and gave him no tantalizing glimpse of cleavage, but yet she looked so damn sexy. He wanted to peel away her top and jeans nibbling as he went.

  The lush roundness of her breasts, the rosy glow of her skin enticed him to touch her. She caught him looking at her and curved her tempting lips in a half-smile. His penis hardened. Shifting in his chair, he leaned down, picked up the thermos and poured two cups of hot chocolate. When he handed one to her, her fingers brushed his and need gripped him in the balls.

  When Delaney sipped her hot chocolate and licked her lips, Rick knew he was a dead man. Without taking his eyes from her face, he set their cups on top of a small wooden table. He unzipped her jacket, slid his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. A small gasp escaped her lips when she landed in his lap. “I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you.”

  He possessed her mouth tonguing her lips, sucking and licking, memorizing their texture, letting their flavor seep into his soul and consume him like a raging fire. She moaned and squirmed in his arms as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He wanted to dominate her, body and soul and he hoped to God she would let him.

  Rick moved his mouth over her cheek down to her neck. “Let me touch you wherever and however I want to.” He lifted his head and looked at her. “Allow me free access. Don’t say no.”

  Her eyes gleamed with need and excitement. Good he wanted her to be excited at the prospect. “You will feel only pleasure, I promise.” He thrust his tongue into her mouth repeatedly, caressing every part of her. She tasted of chocolate and want. Rick opened his eyes and found her watching him. Arousal had darkened the blue of her eyes. Silently, he told her how much he wanted her.

  While his mouth still plundered hers, her fanny pressed against his erection, his hard length prodding the front of his pants as if begging to be set free so he could slip inside her. He jerked the hem of her thermal top from the waistband of her jeans and laid his palm on her warm, silky skin. Sliding his palm upward he found to his delight she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Rick released the pressure on her mouth enough so he could speak, but kept their lips touching, their breath mingling. “What a surprise.”

  She smiled against his lips. “I felt...I don’t know really sexy today. I needed to feel free under my clothes.”

  He flicked his gaze to her crotch then back again. “Don’t tell me you went commando too?”

  She grinned. “Almost.”

  With his gaze boring into hers, he unfastened her jeans, yanked them to her knees. He flicked his gaze to her crotch and focused on the skimpiest pair of panties he’d ever seen. The triangle covering her femininity was no larger than a postage stamp and thin straps like dental floss held it on. He knew without a doubt her buttocks were bare. Rick tucked the ends of his fingers over the edge of the panties and pulled them down. A thatch of blonde curls hid her pink folds from his gaze.

  He raised his hand, licked his fingers--and with his eyes on hers--parted her folds and fondled her clit. Her eyes glazed and her breath grew husky as he manipulated the tight bud of her womanhood. She grew slick under his tutela
ge, her feminine juices ran like honey over his skin. Her clit swelled and prodded against his fingers. Each time he knew she was near climax he backed off.

  “Press harder, Rick.” Her voice, ripe with intense sensual appetite, rasped from her throat. “I’m almost there. Let me come...please.”

  Satisfaction washed through him. “In a minute. I want you thoroughly wet and ready so you’ll come like you never have before in your life.”

  He moved his fingers just a little and pressed dead center. He knew the moment the orgasm gripped her. Her head fell back against his arm. She raised her knees and tugged against the restriction of her jeans. He jerked her pants down to her ankles allowing her to open her legs wider for his ministrations. Shoving two fingers inside her tight passage, he ruthlessly made love to her with his hand.

  Crying out, she arched her back and he felt her clench again and again grasping his fingers slicked deep within her. When he started to pull his fingers from her body, she laid her hand on his stopping him. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a salacious light gleaming in their depths. “I need you inside me, Rick.”

  He smiled filling with anticipation. Finally, he would possess her body. “I know a better, much warmer place.”

  * * * * *

  Once they were in his truck they traveled down the highway headed out of town.

  In a few minutes, Rick pointed to a thick, white mist rising from a copse of trees. “The hot springs sit in the middle of those trees. It’s completely private so there will be no interruptions.” He would steep himself in her, every sweet delectable inch.

  When they arrived at the cluster of trees, Rick pulled the truck to a stop. They got out and walked through the trees until they saw several steaming pools of water. Rick walked to the edge of the largest pool, turned and took off his clothes not bothering to hide his arousal from her gaze. After he finished undressing he lowered himself into the water. A full moon like cold marble sailed overhead through a velvet sky crammed with stars. Bubbles tickled and caressed his penis arousing him further. He stared at Delaney, held out his right arm and curved his fingers in a come-hither motion. “Come here.”

  Her lips parted and he saw her chest move with a deep inhalation. “Are you going to do anything kinky?”

  He arched a brow. “Maybe. Does that frighten you?”

  She paused for a moment as if she were thinking it over. “No.”

  “Good. Strip for me. . .slowly.”

  First she took off her jacket and tossed it to the ground. She reached for the zipper of her jeans and pulled; the sound raspy in the quiet evening air. Next she removed her sweater and thermal top. Her breasts looked full and round, the nipples puckering in the cold air. Her panties were the last to go. He licked his lips when he saw her exposed femininity. She stepped out of her clothes and kicked them aside.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured in a husky voice. “Don’t cover yourself,” he said when she tried to hide her full breasts.

  “You don’t mind my body being so curvy?”

  He chuckled in a deep sexy way. “Why would I mind? Only a fool would. You’re all woman and nothing but woman.”

  Delaney walked to the edge of the pool and slid into the heated water. Rick patted the smooth surface of a shelf of rock jutting into the water just below the surface. “Sit down, lie back and bend your knees. I want to see all of you.”

  He watched her walk through the water, admired the luscious, feminine curves of her body, her breasts bobbing slightly as she moved toward him. She turned, slid her buttocks onto the rock and lay back with her knees bent and her thighs spread. He moved in front of her, put his hands on her knees and nudged them a little so her legs shifted further apart.

  Her most private part opened like a flower, teasing him with the plump, aroused button of her clit. He lowered his head between her legs and closed his mouth over her. Greedy now with a burning need to take, he ate at her with ravenous demand, licking with his tongue, lightly scraping the sensitive inner folds of her sex with his teeth and pushing his tongue inside her. He wanted complete surrender and would accept nothing less.

  The primal need to mate consumed him as her body convulsed against his mouth. Delaney started to reach for him, but he gently lowered her hands to her sides. “Let me lead you, dominate you.” He wanted her to do this for him, no needed her to submit to him. “I won’t do anything you don’t like and we can stop at anytime. Don’t be afraid to experience something new.” There was something incredibly sexy about a woman giving herself over to a man. It wasn’t demeaning, it was liberating for her and for him. “Let me take you in a way you’ve never experienced before.”

  She was excited and a bit afraid by his invitation but she wanted to steep herself in sex with Rick as long as her naked curves didn’t turn him off. Delaney nodded looking into Rick’s eyes, his deep chocolate gaze filled with desire. He urged her to trust him. She did trust him. She didn’t think he would ever harm her physically but he could emotionally. Since she had never been lucky at love why not give herself to him physically and experience the carnal delights he promised?

  “Lift one of your breasts as if you’re offering me a piece of fruit.”

  She felt unsure and a little strange but she did as he asked. He leaned over her, took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Hard. His tongued massaged her nipple making it bead and swell. After fully loving and arousing her breast, he licked his way around the globe, nibbling at the sides and underneath. Then he kissed his way over to her other breast and gave it the same avid attention. When he was done, her breasts were sensitive and needy and an extreme heaviness had settled between her legs, saturating her core.

  Rick grasped her thighs and lifted her legs so they lay on his shoulders. With a slight tug he nudged her buttocks to the edge of the rock. She felt his fingers part her wet curls and then his hot mouth descended once more. He drove her up and dangled her just over the peak but not enough for her to come. She was delirious with need. “Please Rick.” She heard the hoarse tone of her own voice and found it foreign. No man had ever made her want this much.

  He lifted his head and laid his palm over her. “I know you want it. But you’ve given me control remember. I promise when you come it will be worth the wait.” He pulled her down into the water. Bubbles caressed her tender breasts, her buttocks and her mound. She’d never needed to come this badly in her life. Rick took her mouth in a soul stirring kiss while one hand covered her mound. He kneaded the heel of his hand over her while his tongue toyed with hers.

  Breathless, Rick tore his mouth from hers, turned her gently toward the side of the rock wall of the springs so her back faced him. “Lay your hands on the sides, take your feet off the bottom, bend your knees and open your legs. Rest your knees against the wall.”

  She had no idea what he had planned until she felt him move up behind her, his hard cock prodding gently at first between her legs until the head found her opening. Her breath caught when she felt the tip of his large penis push inside her, then with one hard thrust he filled her to the brim. Before she could take her next breath he withdrew slightly then pushed hard again filling her. He was so big. Her sensitive inner passage stretched to take him. She would never have believed she could hold this much man inside her.

  “God, you’re tight, you’re so incredibly tight.” With an easy cadence he slid back and forth inside her.

  His rhythm increased, faster, harder. The water in the rocky grotto spilled over the sides with each thrust of his hips. His penis felt hard like steel yet pliable as if wrapped in velvet. His breathing grew rougher; his hands held her breasts one minute then her hips the next. Suddenly, he stopped, pulled out of her and turned her body to the side. He bent her knee lifting her leg high exposing her tender entrance. Then he shoved inside her again.

  From this angle his penis drove even deeper, his balls slapped softly against her buttocks. Without mercy, he stroked her swollen, aroused clit. The craving and want increased, her
mind and body grasping toward orgasm. “I don’t think I can take much more. Let me come.”

  Again he brought her to the sweet peak but denied her fulfillment. He pumped inside her, his eager mouth working on her neck and shell of her ear as he made love to her thoroughly. Once again he pulled, turning her so she faced him, lifted her legs and spread her knees. Open and vulnerable and shaking with lust, she was helpless in his hands. He was larger, stronger and could overpower her. Would she let him? Her mind screamed yes.

  Holding his arms under her knees, he opened her thighs and drove into her so far she thought she could almost feel the tip of him in the back of her throat. She let her head fall back and looked at the stars overhead. This time he didn’t stop, he continued to lunge until her body squeezed around him again and again, longer, more intense than she ever had in her life. She felt herself spinning like a fiery comet up into the stars even as her heart gloried in the euphoria of making love with Rick.

  Inside her his penis turned rigid and his thrusts blended into one. Delaney clasped her hands on his buttocks and felt the muscles contract as he came inside her. He groaned lifting his chin with his eyes closed. When the last of his spasms finally died, he took his arm from beneath her legs and let them fall into the water. Curving his arms around her waist, he rested his head between her breasts, his hard length still buried within her.

  * * * * *

  The next morning, Delaney sat at the island in Rick’s kitchen and watched him cook omelets. She wore his police uniform shirt and nothing else. She glanced at Rick cooking their meal. He wore boxers, socks and no shirt. The man made her mouth water plus one other significant body part. Her feminine core was nicely tender from their frenzied lovemaking the night before and that morning as well. Still a bit sleepy, she took a sip of her tea and thought about the blissful night she’d spent wrapped in Rick’s arms.

  Her phone rang. She reached inside her purse sitting on the chair beside her and flipped the phone open. “Hello.”