Sassy Embrace (Sassy Ever After #11)

12. Rodeo

TWELVE

RODEO

CLAUDE

C laude had decided that from that point forward, he would gladly forfeit any game they played together as long as it promised the opportunity of seeing Leigh naked and aroused. He grabbed her breasts and rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. They were alert and ready behind her lacey bra that he considered ripping off with his teeth.

“Someone enjoys being a little tease, don’t they?” He growled into her neck as he peppered kisses down her throat to the tops of her swollen breasts.

“Maybe so.” She sighed as she began to grind herself against his raging erection.

He was already close, thinking about their encounter earlier in the club, and how he could get used to having her sweet pussy multiple times a day.

He reached around to grab her ass and squeezed. “Well, sweetheart, two can play that game.” He quickly pulled himself up to a standing position, which warranted a small squeal from Leigh, and then laid her back on the couch.

Her eyes widened as he hovered above her, his gaze predatory. He ran his fingers through her long dark hair which caused a shiver to roll down her spine. He chuckled deeply at her response, his palms sliding down her chest.

"Just remember," he purred into her ear as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin there. "You started this."

He began to peel off her clothing one agonizing piece at a time. His lips trailed hot kisses down the nape of her neck, across the curve of her shoulder, and down the valley of her breasts exposed by the now loose bra.

She writhed beneath him when he lowered his mouth over one nipple. He sucked gently but firmly enough to make her arch into him. He trailed his fingers down to the edge of her panties under her jeans, teasing along the elastic band while he continued to toy with her already hard nipples.

"What do you want?" he whispered gruffly, pressing his knee between her parted legs. She squirmed against him, frustrated by his slow pace.

"You…" she gasped out in a barely audible whisper.

“Such a greedy little girl. You don’t like when the role is reversed, do you?” he crooned as he slowly pulled her jeans down. She squirmed, and he took full delight in knowing he was bringing her to the point of insanity.

He trailed his tongue down her body. He traced a path toward her inner thighs. His fingers slid under the elastic band of her panties. Teasingly, he brushed across her mound, but he never quite touched.

Claude reveled in the control he held over her, in how he could make her squirm and gasp with just his touch. He relished the sweet sounds she made, escalating as he moved lower and closer to the heat between her legs.

His mouth was on one thigh; he nibbled and sucked, his fingers inching slowly down. He paused when he reached the edge of her underwear, a devilish grin on his face while his eyes darted up to meet hers.

His thumb gently caressed the thin fabric covering her core, revealing the damp patch that testified to her arousal.

He placed kisses on the inside of Leigh's thighs, moving ever closer to where she needed him most.

“Claude, I swear if you don’t do some…”

He grabbed the waistband of her pretty purple lace panties with his teeth and tore them from her body. She gasped from the pleasure and pain. He knew she enjoyed a little of both.

Claude then descended upon her like a man possessed. His lips glided over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. His fingers traced her sensitive folds, which caused her to moan aloud at the sheer pleasure. His other hand traveled up along her body to knead her breasts, rolling the pebbled nipples between his fingers.

Claude tasted her with a fervor that had Leigh gripping the arm of the couch. He felt his warm breath against her intimate flesh, every lick and kiss causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through his body. She writhed beneath him, and he loved every minute of it.

His tongue delved deeper and parted her sex to explore the slick warmth within. He drank from her as though she were the sweetest nectar. Each moan that escaped her lips fueled his desire.

She was close now, he could tell. Her gasps turned into pleading whispers for release as his actions grew bolder, more urgent. His tongue swirled around her sensitive bud as his fingers probed and teased. He felt her every contraction and each pulsing rhythm of Leigh's surrender building within her.

"Claude," she whimpered desperately, clutching at his hair as he ravished her.

Then Claude pulled back abruptly.

“You didn’t really think after the little stunt you pulled that I was going to let you come that easy, did you?” he said as he removed his shirt. “No, ma’am, you’re going to continue to hold out and come all over this dick when I tell you.”

He unbuttoned his pants and removed them along with his boxers. She looked as if she were going to protest.

“Did I make myself clear, Leigh?”

A smile ghosted her lips. “Yes, sir,” she said as she saluted him. This woman was a spitfire and that drove him absolutely wild.

He quickly smacked her bare pussy and she moaned with desire. “That’s for your little smart mouth. Keep it up and I’ll stuff it full of something.” She moaned at his filthy words. She was so needy that she started to touch herself, but he batted her hand away.

“Now, now, not so fast. You know I’ll always take care of you, but it’s on my terms this time.” He groaned as he slammed home inside her warmth.

As soon as Claude plunged into her, Leigh arched her back and moaned out loud. She was a perfect fit for him, almost as though they had been designed to fit together.

His rough entrance had her gasping. He began to move, thrusting into her in a rhythm that had her legs trembling around his waist.

Claude watched her face, delighting in the sight of pure unadulterated bliss etched there. “Look at me,” he commanded as he hooked one arm around her leg and pushed it up to her shoulder as he continued his punishing pace. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”

She arched off the couch as she met his gaze, and bit her lower lip as a moan slipped out. “Fuck…Claude…” was all she managed before waves of pleasure swept over her and she screamed his name.

Claude’s movement became erratic as he felt his own release approaching. He growled low in his throat as he watched Leigh unravel beneath him

He moved within her with a primal urgency. His eyes never left hers as he emptied himself inside her while he shouted out incoherently.

Their shared sweat cooled on their bodies in the chill air of the room. Their sounds of pleasure were now replaced by the sound of labored breathing and the quiet ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance.

After some time, Claude finally broke the silence. “You know,” he said softly, as he traced lazy patterns on the shifter’s bare skin. “I could get used to this.”

Leigh laughed at his words, a soft sound that filled his heart with unknown warmth. “Oh, really?” she countered playfully.

“Yes, really,” he replied as he moved her hair from her face.

“I mean, I’m not opposed to your arrangement,” she stated. “But it can’t interfere with work at the club.”

“I agree,” Claude responded as he offered his outstretched hand to the wolf shifter for a handshake.

She rolled her eyes and jumped off the couch, gathering his clothes in the process.

“Wait, are you kicking me out already?” he asked as he shuffled to right himself on the couch.

“Uh, I’m honoring our pact we just made,” she said while she threw his clothes to him. “It’s two a.m., and we both have to work tomorrow… You staying here any longer will interfere with work. Duh,” she said with a lazy smile.

“That’s just your excuse not to spend the night with me.” Claude grinned and got up from the couch to put his clothes on. “It’s okay, Leigh, just say you can’t handle another round of this. I won’t judge.” He gave her his best devilish grin.

She walked to him, grabbed him by the jaw, and kissed him passionately. He thought she was about to prove him wrong again, something she loved to do.

“I guess you’ll never know.” She winked as she turned and beckoned toward the door. “Goodnight, Casanova, see you at work tomorrow. Be sure to lock up.” She gave a small wave as she quietly closed the door to her bedroom and left him sitting on the couch.

Claude realized he missed her already and she was still in the same vicinity. There was no way this woman couldn’t be in his life. He was addicted.