"That for me," he asked, pointing at the red plastic cup full of beer.
I nodded.
"Thanks. What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Resisting arrest?" He reached for his nightstick.
I shook my head, as much to say "no" as to clear the cobwebs from my brain. "Uh … no. That's just a very realistic costume. I was going to hand over some money tonight, but this makes me feel like I have to watch myself!"
"Oh you do, ma'am, are you trying to bribe an officer of the law?" he said, curling his free hand around me and bending down to give me a kiss.
As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt my worries slipping away from me. I melted against him and by the time he pulled back, I was feeling more like myself again. Or more like Sarina Bell. Who was I?
As far as Ryan was concerned, I was an eighties pop diva here to dance the night away with, and he didn't waste any time taking me out into the middle of the floor. Sometimes we danced alone, sometimes in a circle made up mostly of the girls I'd taken out on that first night, and the guys who were trying to get into their panties at the moment.
Whatever we did, I couldn't keep my eyes off Ryan. I'd seen a lot of people in uniforms a lot like that one, but none of them ever filled it out quite like he did. Truly, it had never looked sexier.
The alcohol flowed and the music was good enough to make the dancefloor crowded. As luck would have it, there was just the right mix of costumes in the room for Ryan to take part in an impromptu tribute band when YMCA by The Village People came on. Somebody even loaned him a fake moustache for the song.
I was feeling pretty happy by the time the dancefloor started to thin out a bit, taking advantage of the occasional slow song to snuggle up to Ryan and just sway a bit to catch our breath between the more energetic numbers. His hand was on my lower back, hovering precariously close to my ass when he bent down and whispered in my ear.
"Let's go back to your room," he said.
"Lose the moustache and you've got a deal."
Ryan peeled it off and flung it over his shoulder without even looking behind him. That was the last I saw of it. We left with our arms around each other's waists and headed for the elevator.
We passed more peculiar pairings than ourselves on the way, but it was still difficult to shake the bizarre notion of me, an undercover cop, getting taken back to my room for what was no-doubt going to be yet another intense orgasm by the man I was supposed to be investigating … dressed as a cop. That didn't stop me from wrapping my legs around him when he lifted me off the ground after the door to my room closed behind us, though.
As we kissed, I knocked his hat off his head and ran my fingers through his hair. He gripped my ass tight and lowered us down on to my bed.
"Ma'am, for crimes against fashion and music, I'm gonna have to take you into custody."
"You'll never take me alive, copper," I said.
"You're a feisty little diva, I'm gonna have to teach you to respect the law."
I bit my bottom lip as Ryan reached for his handcuffs and overwhelmed my token resistance to secure my wrists to the headboard above me. The handcuffs rattled against the metal bars as Ryan's hands slid down my arms, caressing the sides of my breasts before coming to a stop just over my hips.
"The Keytar isn't a crime, man!" I said, wriggling as his fingertips slipped under my shirt and traced lightly on my skin towards my breasts.
"That's for the courts to decide. You hiding anything on your person that I might find interesting, young lady?"
His hands reached my chest and I arched up against him, squashing myself against his palms. My nipples hardened inside my bra and Ryan gave me a playful two-handed squeeze.
"Hmmm … what do we have here?" he said.
Ryan pulled his hands out and gripped my shirt at the collar. With a sudden yank, he ripped the old material right down the middle, revealing my more modern underwear.
"Did you know it's a crime in this state to cover up a sexy body like this, ma'am?"
"Look who's talking."
Ryan smiled and pushed his hips forward, grinding himself between my legs and leaving me in no doubt that things had taken a turn for the hard down there. His fingers traversed down my chest, across my belly, then rose up to his shirt.
With each button he undid, he revealed more of his lean and muscular torso. The handcuffs rattled again as I forgot myself for a second, and tried to reach for him so I could feel the hard curves of his body the way he had felt my soft ones.
"You're in a whole heap of trouble, miss."
"I have a license for that synthesizer."
Ryan shrugged off his shirt. I had my legs gripped around his waist, and tried to make him fall forward so I could kiss that inked masculine perfection. I loved the way it felt when I licked his body and my tongue slipped into the grooves created by his abs. It was like a sexy maze to navigate.
Unfortunately, this time it seemed Ryan had other plans. He planted his hands on either side of my pillow, stopping himself from falling into as my tongue's domain. He pushed his swollen bulge against my sex through my panties again and I sighed happily, bucking my hips a little.
Regaining his balance, Ryan reached behind my back for the clasp of my bra, and I arched again to give him easier access. When he snapped his fingers, I felt the instant relief as the underwire released me.
He ran his fingertips along the line where it had hugged me so tightly, loosening it further, before gathering it and my ruined two-dollar shirt into his grip and pushing them both up over my head. With me secured to the headboard as I was, he couldn't get them completely off, but it was good enough to leave my upper body completely exposed to anything he wanted to do to me.
I was forced to unhook my ankles from behind him, so he could move back slightly and bring his mouth to each of my nipples in turn, squeezing and kneading my breasts appreciatively at the same time. When he turned his attention to one, the cool air on his saliva teased the other nipple erect, until every touch of his tongue, lips and fingers had me straining and writhing against my restraints.
Ryan moved backwards even further, kissing his way down my navel. His tongue swirled around my bellybutton, and I gave the most wide-smiled sigh any girl ever gave as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my skirt and panties.
He pulled and I squirmed until he was off the bed and I was wearing nothing but mismatched bright green and pink knee-socks. I closed my legs modestly, and Ryan smirked in response as he dropped my clothes on the floor.
There was nothing he hadn't seen before, in close and intimate detail, but I knew he liked the hint of a chase. I also knew by now that every thrill I gave him would be paid back to me tenfold when he used all his expertise to pleasure me ways I couldn't even imagine another man being capable of.
"Please, officer, I'll do anything if you'll just let me go," I said.
"Anything?"
Ryan undid his belt and pushed his pants down, revealing inch after inch of cock that was just throbbing its way to full-mast. The sight of it drove me wild every time, but tonight I wanted it more than ever.
"Yes, sir,"
"Well, I think tonight I'm going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you sing. How about that?"
Somehow I'd managed to rein in our lust after that first night, satisfying our needs in other ways before things boiled over and Ryan ended up fucking me again. There was some part of me that tried to justify it as a middle ground between my two lives.
Maybe it was the way he'd worn that uniform tonight, or the way he laid out his plan for my sex just now, but I was so fucking wet for him that I convinced myself that the middle ground was a lie. The middle ground was a place where I didn't stay within the rules of my old life, and I didn't give myself or Ryan what we both really wanted in this life.
Seeing him walk into the room earlier, all the close dancing, and especially seeing him here now, my body was preparing me to take every inch of that wonderful thick cock that he wanted to give me. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him now.
"You think you can fuck me hard enough that I'll sing?" I asked.
Ryan slowly climbed back on the bed, roughly spread my knees and reclaimed the position an alpha male like him deserved. He leaned forward, putting his weight on one hand and grasping his hard shaft with the other.
I could feel my labia kissing the tip of his cock when he locked eyes with me and made sure he had my full attention. I was panting excitedly through my mouth, but tried to calm down, waiting for the powerful thrust that would bring us together again the way I'd been denying myself for the last two months. It never came.
"Only if you beg for it," he said in a harsh whisper.
Sarina
I pushed myself down as low as the handcuffs would allow, but Ryan moved with me, keeping ultimate ecstasy poised just at my entrance. With a quiet whimper, I admitted defeat.