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The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(20)

By:Ada Scott


     



 

"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.