ICaughttheSheriff

by Cerise DeLand

  He let the belt fly again, his warm palm skimming over her tender flesh the second after it lashed her skin. She’d heard he’d never hurt a woman, and his tender touch proved his concern.

  She flexed her butt and her legs. He hit her once more. The stinging sensation was ripe, fierce. The release from the pain, pleasure. “Again,” she told him when he delayed.

  This time, he flicked it once on each buttock, once on each thigh, then she heard him curse.

  His hands were on her waist. “Roll over. Now!”

  She spun.

  The look on his face took her breath away. His big, purple eyes were heavy lidded with lust, his mouth spewing words that told her he thought she was nuts to want punishment from him when all he wanted to do was fuck her.

  “Hands out,” he commanded, then took one belt to loop it around the brass post and tug it tight. As reward he slid up and let his cock dangle near her mouth. She sought to take him between her lips, but he eluded her. “Ah, ah. Cannot have rewards ‘til you earn them. Now give me the other hand.”

  When he had her secure, he grinned at her and ran a hand over the peaks of her breasts.

  Just when she thought he’d look for something else to tie her with, he scrambled around and with two handfuls of melting ice, he held the cold cubes to her nipples. Her pussy creamed. Her thighs pressed together. “Oh, Lex.”

  “That’s Sheriff to you, baby.”

  “Sheriff,” she gulped. “Sir.”

  He rubbed the melting water down her ribs and she squirmed. “What’s your problem, my little bird?”

  “You need to tie my feet.”

  “What have you got to do that?”

  “A bathrobe tie. The drapery ties,” she got out in rapid fire.

  He pushed away, fast as lightning, and returned. “I’m liking the way you think. Give me this.” He tugged her right foot toward the bedpost. Then the left. With the soft cotton of her bathrobe around her ankles, Lana was loving the feel of being possessed by him.

  “Now,” he announced triumphantly, “you look like you’re not going anywhere.”

  Sliding an arm under her waist, he pressed her up against him, then he lowered his head. His mouth sought her breast. “Nipples, tight and cold,” he murmured as he sucked her loudly and hard into his mouth, and twirled the other nipple in his fingers. “You better keep all this beauty locked away, baby, or the men in town are gonna riot.”

  “No other men,” she told him. “Just you can keep me locked up.”

  He grunted in agreement and snapped on a condom. “An invitation I can’t refuse.” He slid between her thighs, his firm flesh a branding iron on hers.

  “Come inside me.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m hot and wet and you need me.”

  He tweaked one of her nipples, the other hand, still holding the leather, seeking out the inside of one thigh and rubbing her with the rough hide. “Want this on your pussy?”

  “Mmm, I do!”

  He complied, forcing her moan and her hips to pump. “What’s it gonna do for me?”

  “Make you happy. Make you come.” Make you mine for a few minutes. “Let me squeeze your cock, honey. Let me pump you with my cunt. I’ve got such strong muscles inside. You need to come and feel!”

  He was snorting like a bull, wild and loud through his nose. Then he shifted and touched the tip of his cock to her entrance.

  “Come inside,” she whispered. “Weather’s fine in there and—”

  He rammed right up inside her to the hilt, driving them both up the bed an inch.

  He cursed. His arms shook.

  She gasped, grinned and locked down on his shaft. She thrashed her head on the mattress, filled totally for the first time in ages by a man who knew how to make fucking fun. And more than a five-minute affair.

  She thrust up her pussy and rubbed against him, desperate to make him pound her to orgasm. And the biggest question loomed like bad karma in her mind. How long could she enchant him?

  When her pussy clamped around on his cock, Lex thought he’d fly through the roof. Jesus. The woman was an Amazon. Just what he’d always wanted. He drove in, high and hard.

  She squeezed down and held.

  He growled and pumped her, unable to stop himself.

  But she was strong, her hips rising to meet his in such a feral rhythm that he had to slide out or this would be all over in a minute.

  “Noooo!” she screamed at him and tried to push him away. But tied to the brass posts, she whimpered as her arms caught on the leather and dropped back to the mattress.

  “Be still!” he ordered in a voice he knew he’d not yet used on her.

  She went to stone, her mouth open in shock and a growing smile.

  “Where are those clamps?” he barked.

  “Top drawer.” Her eyes shot to the nightstand.

  Reaching over her, he slid open the drawer, found them and laughed deep in his belly at the sight. “Rhinestone lips?” He dangled them over her. “What were you thinking?”

  She batted her lashes at him. “Thought they’d provide a strong suggestion.”

  He examined her pretty, puckered nipples, all red from his mouth and his loving. “Afraid I wouldn’t want to suck on them?”

  “Didn’t know if you got off only on toys or if you might play with me just naked.”

  He pinched one diamond-hard peak and bent over her to titillate the other with the tip of his tongue. “I like you naked. Or with ice. Let’s try these on and see how you like yourself decorated, shall we?”

  She nodded, so eager and bright she made his heart wrench.

  Hell, Coltrane. Been a long time since a woman who liked this rough stuff could make your soul turn over.

  Noting how his hands shook, he pushed up one breast, laved it and soothed it with his lips, then in a deft move, clamped her pretty nipple in the rhinestone vise. She mewled.

  “What do you think?” he asked her, watching her closely for signs of despair or disgust.

  “Put the other one on, too,” she told him above a whisper. “Hurry.”

  His gaze locked on hers, he picked up the other clamp and bent to suck on her tasty pink nipple. Christ, she tasted like glass. Rock-hard and hot. He pulled away with a pop and dropped the clamp on her flesh.

  She undulated her hips. “Now, Sheriff, you’d need to fuck me.”

  He skimmed a hand down her ribs to her stomach, along her pelvis to the long bright red landing strip that led to her slit. He bent to open her pussy lips and growled at the musk that greeted him. The need that consumed him was now a ravening hunger to eat her. From this angle, he got a good suck on her clit and his fingers could sink inside to rest on the ridge of her channel. But god, he couldn’t keep his mind on stroking her. She tasted so damn good. The salty, sweet juice of her pussy just kept on flowing and the swollen heat of her walls surrounded his fingers and his tongue.

  She was crying for more, and he knew the only way he could give it to her was to give her his cock. He levered up and around. She screamed again at his loss, but when he cupped her face and drove inside her pussy in one swift shot, she gasped.

  He kissed her as he pumped himself inside her, reveling in how she took every long, hard bit of him. His cock. His kink.

  He was losing control. Something he never did.

  Something he’d never done. Even with his wife. Especially with his wife.

  And then he just let it happen. The wild drive to have her. The quick surge to come shot through him like buckshot. The raging orgasm that shook him felt like life and death. The rough need to keep driving into her sweet, pulsing pussy until she growled caught him back from oblivion. Then he felt tears on her cheek and she rocked in an orgasm that went on and on.

  Through it all, he held her, god knew how long, pressing his lips to her eyelids and her temples. Stroking back long strands of hair from her forehead, he knew a sweet tenderness for her that made his mind go to mush. He drew back to examine her flushed, s
erenely smiling face. “How’s my outlaw?”

  She gave a small laugh. “Captured.”

  He snorted but then had to know more. “Hurt?”

  She shook her head, squeezing his cock with her talented cunt.

  Grunting, he raised his brows in appreciation. “Guess that settles it.”

  “Settles what?”

  He rolled down his condom, tied it off, then rose to put in the trash. He came back to fiddle with the belt on one of her wrists. “If I untie you, you won’t run from me?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him, her sultry look an invitation to more fun than they’d already had. “Not a chance. Question is, will you let me tie you up?”

  What she meant was more than he’d imagined. She could tell by the way he laughed so easily, deep in his belly, so pleased with himself.

  “Sure,” he replied, plucked at her restraints. “Never tried it, but I’m game.”

  “You’re kidding, right?” She was flabbergasted that a man who liked bondage and such had never tried it himself.

  “Nope.” He reached to take the clamps off, but halted midair. “Shall I take these off, too?”

  She shook her head. “Leave them on. I like them.” She let him massage one wrist and then the other as he removed the belts. “Why not?”

  He glanced up and locked eyes with her. “Never trusted a woman to do it.”

  “Not your wife?”

  The minute she asked, she knew it was a huge mistake.

  But he flexed his square jaw and in a second said, “Never.”

  Lana stared at him, flummoxed. How did a man who liked this sort of thing never do it with the woman he had married and, from all reports, loved like the sun and moon?

  “I married her when we were both young. I never told her I got off on this and I never wanted to teach her. She just wasn’t the type.”

  Lana flinched. What type am I then? The opposite? The raunchy kind? The kind you fuck and leave?

  Lex’s fingers stilled as he raised his face and gazed into her eyes. “She was sweet and unassuming. I doubt she’d even know what a clamp was.”

  That statement didn’t make Lana feel any better. In fact, she felt like she’d just walked into a brick wall.

  The bed bounced as he shifted up to her, put two fingers under her chin and raised her face. “What she was has nothing to do with what you are. Nothing to do, either, with what we are together.”

  Which is what? A damn good lay? Yeah, well. Isn’t that what you wanted, Lana? “You’re right.” She watched him untie the loops from her ankles and then she struggled to her feet. “Shower?”

  He caught her up in his arms. “Don’t fall!”

  For you? Too late.

  He marched toward her bathroom. “We’ll take that shower together.”

  She pushed at his chest. That was like pushing against a mountain. “Who says?”

  “Your sheriff.” He arched a brow at her, his features stark with authority as he made his way to the walk-in marble-tiled stall.

  She had to laugh. “Okay, okay.” I have no rights to you. Why am I all het up over a woman I never knew? Never will? Oh, hell. She knew the answer to that but he had turned on her water and put her in front of him.

  “Wash me,” he told her, hands on his hips, the spray cascading over both of them.

  She shook water from her face. “Determined cuss, aren’t you?”

  He crushed her to him, his cock stiff as steel, rising between her pussy lips. “You asked for it.”

  “I did.” Smiling, she slithered against him, rubbed her nipples still in the clamps on his furry chest and purred like a cat in heat. One good fuck deserved another, didn’t it? She found his cock with two wet hands, measured the size of him and groaned in appreciation. “A sheriff who never tires,” she praised him for getting hard again so fast. “No outlaw can outrun that.” Reaching for soap, she turned away and he caught her back to him, pressing his rigid erection against her ass.

  “Did you want to?” He took her soap and created suds over her breasts, down her rib cage and into her pussy. “Hmm?”

  It took her forever to recover her mind as he delved into every little fold of her labia and washed her to perfection. Swirling around, back into his embrace, she grinned. “Some varmints deserve to be caught.”

  “Others need to be punished.”

  “And some know a few good ways to get out of jail fast.”

  “What’s yours?” he challenged, his voice rough and dry as dust.

  “Got a favorite one, Sheriff?” She stroked him.

  “Yeah.” His purple eyes took on a wicked gleam. “Suck me.”

  “Thought you’d never ask.” And at that she sank to her knees and found before her the longest, reddest, thickest cock with a cute little left hook.

  She put her mouth to the red-hot head and kissed him. Trying him on for size, she swirled her lips around his helmet and felt her cunt swell and pulse in urgent demand. She placed one hand to his base—all hard man. Found his balls with the other and rolled the Coltrane family jewels as reverently as if she were juggling diamonds. He braced himself, the sides of his feet flush against the shower walls, his hands gripping her shoulders. Smiling, she ran her open mouth along the sweet length of his cock, then sucked the head into her mouth, fast and needy. He let out a yell at her power. She knew now she could rock his world, and she went all out for it. He cursed. He growled. He moaned and when she couldn’t bear it any longer and she herself came with the naughtiest pounding in her pussy, she felt him lose control and come, his shot true and straight. His release was a shuddering, powerful thing that had him snorting like a stag in rut as she swallowed all he had to give.

  He thrust open the glass shower door and led her out. Pulling her along, he pushed her through to the bedroom and to the edge of the bed, found a condom and slapped it in her hand. Armed and dangerous, she knew he couldn’t be ready again so soon. But damn if she wasn’t. Her core was still pulsing, as he pushed her back, widened her thighs and sank between them.

  With a deft tongue, he teased her clit until she bit her lips in need. His fingers felt like heaven as he parted her folds and put his mouth to her inner core. Boneless and panting, she lay back, feeling and hearing him licking and kissing her, sucking up all her juices and pressing one palm to her inner thigh to pin her to the mattress.

  Her body had never been so ravished. Her pussy never so thoroughly savored. Her limbs never spread so wide. Her mind never so completely consumed by the raging sensation of his tongue and his teeth and his lips. His fingers that drove up inside her and pleasured her G-spot. His hands that pulled her down to the carpet. His cock—oh thank you, god—that prodded her leg.

  “Put that on me,” he told her and bit her earlobe.

  She pushed him away. He was at half-mast and at her touch, his shaft rose and lengthened. Rejoicing at her lucky day, she caught a yell in the back of her throat. But with her mind focused on the future and two flicks of her wrist, she had him dressed and ready for the next round. He filled her up and with a sinuous charm, he came up to frame her face, smile and give her the long, easy fuck he’d promised from the start. His gaze on hers, she felt how every lift of his hips made her moan and buck and breathe. The friction of his rhythm inside her made her arch and want for more. Her nails bit into his shoulders. His hips ground into hers, the rage to come a furious thing that drove her to pound against him and enjoy the ride up to a crescendo that rocked her. Sent her drifting down to a mindless peace.

  She awakened to the sound of a siren renting the air. Then horns blaring, going past her house. Lex was wrapped around her although at some point, he had withdrawn from her while they slept.

  She stirred. Still curled under Lex, his face burrowed in the crook of her shoulder, she raised her head. “There’s a fire?” She slurred her words in exhaustion.

  Lex levered himself away to remove the condom, then came back to wrap her close to him. “Don’t think so. They’re probably just
going to the fairgrounds for a demo.” Up on one elbow, he smoothed back a lock of her hair. “You okay?”

  She rubbed one foot down one of his calves. “Best I’ve ever been, Sheriff.”

  He chuckled, then planted a kiss on her cheek. “Got any beer?”

  “I do. Burgers, too, if you’re interested.”

  “I’m good on a grill.”

  “At the moment, I’d say you’re good on the floor or the bed or…”

  He tickled her waist and she writhed. “Takes two to tango.” Then he rose. Naked, big and flushed from his exertions, he extended a hand to help her up.

  “I confess I like the way you dance.”

  One of his huge hands cupped her head while his mouth claimed hers. “I like the way you do a lot of things.”

  “Same goes here,” she whispered against his lips. He still bore the smell of her and she hoped she could keep her scent on him a long, long time. But that was tomorrow’s challenge. For now, she was loving the sensation of her swollen pussy well loved. And of course, she had to get to work making burgers. “Help yourself if you want another shower?”

  “Only if you come in with me. Makes it better.”

  “Not faster.”

  “No,” he agreed on a grin. Then he cupped one of her breasts with the rhinestone clamps still on. “Let me make you feel better.”

  “You’re the sheriff.”

  His eyes seemed to flare brighter, hotter. “Just for a minute, hmm?”

  She nodded, captured by the way he removed one vise, tongued her nipple and soothed it, making her moan in relief from pain. Then in a second, he had that clamp on again and relief flooded the other nipple. As he replaced the rhinestone on that breast, he whispered, “How about if I take them off after we eat?”

  Rubbing her body against his chest, she sank her fingers up into the wealth of his thick black hair. “After we make love again.”

  “An even better idea.” His hands slid around her back and one landed on a cheek of her ass to find her small hole. “I want to get inside here, too.”

  “No one else ever has.” God. If she were any more head over heels for this man, she’d volunteer to be more than his prisoner. She’d be enthralled. Too much. Not good for the sheriff to be so involved.