Protect & Serve

by deliciously_naughty©

"God I hate the train at rush hour." I thought as I was jostled yet again by about 20 more people than this subway car was meant to hold. I tried my best to hold onto the overhead bar, which at my height is no mean accomplishment. I tried to not make eye contact, to keep my precarious balance, and to keep a firm hold on my purse and briefcase as the train screamed down the tracks towards 34th street. I was praying that enough people would get off so that I could get a seat. At the stop some of the people standing next to me got off. I was disappointed by the lack of a free seat, but my day was partially brightened by the arrival of three NYPD cadets in full uniform. They laughed as they tried to find enough space to stand together. Luckily that meant they were standing next to me. Suddenly standing didn't seem so bad.

"Oh my" I whispered to myself. I have a major weakness for a man in uniform. Maybe it was because I spent my early years on an army base, or because my first lover had been a Fireman; there it was. Instantly images of fun with handcuffs sprang to mind and I blushed as I caught myself staring. One of the cadets, a tall brunette with blue eyes and wicked dimples flashed me a grin and a wink. I smiled back and shrugged. Mentally I reviewed my outfit; sneakers, jeans, black turtle neck and black leather jacket, not bad. I had my contacts in, thank god. Hair? Luckily I had brushed it into a pony tail before leaving NYCC. Well, if I didn't look hot, I at least looked presentable.

I glanced back at them, less obviously this time and allowed myself to indulge in minifantasies as I took in each one. Hmm, the sexy Black cadet had the best hands I'd seen in awhile…I imagined him using them on my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard points, and then using them on my clit to bring me to a mindless orgasm. Back to the tall brunette with the wicked dimples…I bet he'd tickle you until you begged him to do anything else to you, at which point he'd flash those dimples and whip out the handcuffs. And the blonde looked so young and innocent I couldn't help but imagine playing teacher with him.

Maybe if I'd been paying more attention it never would've happened. When the train stopped for 42nd street, I felt a shove from behind, causing me to fall into the arms of the dimpled cadet and the weight of my briefcase was suddenly gone. If it had been my purse I would've been pissed, but could have dealt with the loss of my 10 dollar Gucci knock-off. However, my briefcase had my laptop, my cell phone, and all my notes in it.

"My briefcase!" I looked up and saw a short guy in a Yankees jacket dodging through the doors and into the crowd. I pulled away from the cadet and yelled "don't let the doors close!"

I pushed through the doors, the cadets hot at my heels. Seven years in New York had taught me how to work my way quickly through a crowd, and I'm in great shape. Of course, anger has its benefits too; I was gaining on the thief when two of the cadets passed me and flanked the thief. The dimpled cadet yelled out something about stopping or they'd make him stop, which of course did nothing. I saw the thief throw my briefcase and I dove for it, since the cadets were still pursuing him. "My laptop!" I caught my briefcase about an inch from the floor, and managed to get myself decently scraped up in the effort to save it. "Christ!"

"Lady, are you okay?" The African American cadet was kneeling next to me. I saw that his tag read "Michaels."

"I'll be okay once I know my laptop's not in pieces." I pulled it out of the case and its protective case. He helped me limp to the bench, where I started it up and saw to my relief that it seemed to be working. "Thanks."

"You're hurt, miss." He pulled a Kleenex out of his pocked and offered it to me.

"Zoe." I said as I looked down. My jeans were torn on the left knee and blood had stained both knees. My favorite jacket had been scarred at one elbow and my hands were also bleeding. "Fucking great. Just great"

"She okay?" The blonde came up to us, panting lightly. "McNeely got him. He's handling the paperwork with the officers on duty. They want us to bring her up there so we can get her medical attention and her statement and stuff. Can you walk?"

I nodded, and they led me up to the office. Luckily the thief wasn't in the office, or I might have attempted to punch him. I always knew the Yankees were no good, I thought derisively, my Boston prejudices showing through. However, the anger didn't last and once I was sitting down and was sipping water, I began to shake and blink back tears.

"It's ok, Zoe. You're in shock, and it's totally natural to cry. What do you need? Do you want a Kleenex or something?" McNeely knelt by me.

"Can I have a hug? God that sounds pathetic." I put my face in my hands and rocked a little before I felt strong arms come around me.

"It's not pathetic. You're okay. Shhhh. You're okay." I wept into his shoulder for a few moments before I regained control. I pulled away, but he rubbed my back.

I gave my testimony, and shrugged off the ambulance they offered to call for me, saying I could clean up at home. McNeely and the other cadets conferenced briefly before he came back over and told me that he would take me home. I started to protest, but something about him made me feel safe.

"How about we take a cab? I'm guessing you've had enough of the subway for one day." He suggested, flashing those killer dimples at me. I couldn't help but laugh. He led me up into Times Square and hailed a cab while I clutched my bag, and self consciously tried to stand so that my scrapes wouldn't be obvious.

"Thanks for doing this, Officer…Cadet…um, Mr. McNeely." I said after he gave the driver my address.

"Adrian. And it's a pleasure. I don't get to play white knight to such a pretty woman very often." I blushed, and self consciously tried to cover the hole in my jeans. "You know, I was trying to figure out a way to talk to you on the subway before that guy grabbed your bag. I was kinda planning to go for something less dramatic like 'hi' or some cheesy line like 'I'm going to have to write you a ticket for being too beautiful' and then ask you out for drinks. But catching a thief works as an ice-breaker too, I suppose."

I laughed again and glanced out at the skyline as we crossed the bridge into Queens. "Well, it certainly sets a precedent. I don't think I'm up for dinner or drinks on the town tonight though. How about I make you dinner to thank you? Or would that be against some sort of rules?"

He took my hand, and turned it over to kiss the scraped palm. "No regs against dinner with gorgeous redheads. I made sure of it before I joined up."

We arrived at my door soon after and Adrian sat down in my postage stamp of a living room while I cleaned up and changed. When I came back out, he was making friends with my cat, Duchess. Duchess is a Siamese and has rarely liked anyone who takes my attention from her, so I was shocked to see her not only curled up next to him but purring in apparent happiness as he stroked her. I tried to block an image of his hands stroking down my body.

"Well, you two seem to have made friends. So, any dietary stuff I should know about, or do a steak and fries with a salad sound good?" I asked leaning against the doorframe. I admit it, I went for sexy. I had on a black tank and tight jeans. And I leaned against the door in such a way to make my breasts as obvious as possible.

"Steak sounds great." He got up and walked over to me. In a smooth move, one arm went around my waist, pulling me lightly against him while the other slid into my hair, tiling my head for a kiss. My eyes closed and I parted my lips. He didn't disappoint me. His soft lips caressed mine, coaxing me to wrap my arms around him. His tongue traced my lips before dipping in to flirt with my tongue. I felt all the stress of the day fall away and a warm feeling of lust spread from lips down to between my thighs. The hand at my waist dipped lower and rubbed over the back of my jeans before sliding back up and under my tank, caressing my back. At that point, I forgot all my scrapes.

When we parted, we exchanged a look that said everything. "I'm not really hungry now, are you?" I asked. His response was to pick me up in his arms and take me back to my bedroom. He lay me on the unmade bed, and then climbed up next to me.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded and slid a leg over his hips, letting my sex press against his. He rolled on top of me and let his lips wander from mine to my neck. I sighed with pleasure as each nibble was echoed with twinges of desire in my clit, causing me to arch up against him. His hands began to tease and pinch my nipples through the thin tank. My hands were stroking his back, his ass and his arms as we began to slowly torment each other. His mouth moved to my breasts, which he sucked through my tank top, using the soft material as another instrument of foreplay.

I rolled us over and straddled him. I sat up, taking care to rub myself over his erection. I tossed back my hair and met his eyes. He lay back watching me, his hands resting on my hips. I let my lips curve in a smile and I sucked my index finger into my mouth slowly, and then slowly slid it out again. I watched as his eyes revealed that he was thinking exactly what I wanted him to…of my lips sucking and licking his cock. I flashed him an evil smile, knowing how hard he was getting.

I let my hands wander over my still clothed breasts, and I pinched my nipples, enjoying the mounting tension. I moved my hands to the bottom of my tank top and pulled it off. My breasts were bared to him, full and aroused. I leaned over him, letting him take a nipple into his mouth. As I did so, I moved my hips suggestively, making his hands tighten on my hips. His hot tongue laved and teased my nipple, making me moan aloud. He turned his head and caught the other nipple, taking turns between the two. I was so wrapped up in what he was doing to me that I hardly realized it when he reversed our positions and slid a hand down to the button on my jeans.

Before I could pull myself out of the aroused haze his tongue had created I felt a callused finger slide into my damp pussy. Unerringly Adrian's finger moved to my clit and began to rub rhythmically, causing me to close my eyes and just give in. I felt his mouth at my ear and his voice whispered only one word…"Come." My hips were moving in response to his hands and I was clinging to his shoulders when I felt the building tension break in the strongest orgasm of my life. I moaned his name over and over, begging for him as I lost myself in the orgasm.

As I tried to fight my way back to reality I suddenly missed the warm body on top of me. I heard the hiss of clothing being removed and the harsh metal of his zipper open. I opened my eyes and watched as he reached into my bedside goodie drawer and found a condom. His body was incredible. I couldn't help myself, but gave myself a pat on the back for not only finding a sexy cadet, but one whose uniform only hinted at the stellar body beneath it.

Before he could open the condom, I pulled him back over to the bed. My hand went to his cock and I began to lovingly stroke and tease it. His eyes closed in pleasure and he let me convince him to lie down. As I massaged his balls, I began to nip at his neck. I moved lower over his sensitive male nipples, lightly biting them. His six pack managed to hold my attention and fascination for a few moments before my mouth began to descend down the love trail from his belly button to his cock.

When my mouth first closed over the tip he moaned. I worshiped his cock…licking it, sucking, taking it part of the way into my mouth. I licked the shaft as my hand continued to play with his balls. Finally I deep throated him and began blowing him in earnest. I was using my favorite trick: the tongue swirl when he told me he had to fuck me now.

Adrian was by far the most skilled lover when it came to foreplay, but when he entered me he did the impossible and managed to hit my gspot in the missionary position. I gasped in shock, then in pleasure as he found a rhythm that managed to rub my spot with every stroke. A second orgasm crashed over me as his tool relentlessly drove me crazy. He reached down between us and took hold of my leg. He repositioned my legs to his shoulders and he bent me in half, never stopping. The new angle was even more intense and still sensitive from the last orgasm, when he slid a finger between us to rub my clit I screamed out his name.

He laughed and withdrew from me. I felt his lips on my neck, at my ear. "Turn over." I did and he pulled me back onto all fours. I braced myself and felt his reenter me…slowly and gently. He stroked a few times, then leaned back to my ear. "I want to do something. How open are you?"

"Are you asking if you can fuck me in the ass?" I managed to gasp out, still partially trying to recover from the last orgasm.

He chuckled. "Yes."

I looked back at him and smiled. "Yes. But only if you promise to go down on me later."

He laughed again. "Baby, I wanna eat you until you don't remember your own name."

I felt him withdraw from my pussy and the tip of his cock probed my ass. He certainly was skilled. He moved slowly, sliding an inch or so in at a time until he was completely inside me. He gave me a few moments to get used to him, and then, one hand stroking my clit, the other keeping me tight against me; he began to fuck me in earnest. Hard strokes of his cock coupled with the demanding rhythm of his hands had us rocking the bed so hard that my headboard drummed out a message to my neighbors: "someone is rocking her world harder than it's ever been rocked before."

Adrian's strokes sped up and his breathing became much fasters. His hands moved to my hips and his balls began to slap my ass as he fucked me hard and harder. I pushed back eagerly to meet each stroke and enjoyed the feeling of his hands tightening on my hips as he came closer and closer. I felt his body spasm as he came.

He collapsed on me, his hot sweaty skin and mine sticking together as he held me tightly in the afterglow of amazingly erotic sex. I felt him pull out, and heard him remove the condom, but I focused on the sensations of my body. I could still feel where my ass had stretched to receive him, the ache in my pussy from his attack on my gspot, and my clit humming from all the attention. We rolled on our sides and he spooned me, one strong arm keeping me tight against him.

I fell asleep, exhausted from the amazing bout. When I woke up, it was just after 3am. I was alone, but there was a note.

"I hated to go, but I had to. Have to be at the academy for 5am, and all my stuff's at home. 555-1283....you still owe me a steak. Adrian."