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Parties weren't usually your thing. In fact, you were pretty sure that you had never been to an actual party. Hang outs with your friends, yeah, but nothing like this. You were graduating soon, though; moving off for college, never seeing these people again. You felt like you had to accept the invite.
As the night went on, you started to remember why you never came to one of these things in the first place. There were strange people you had never seen before. Everyone was drunk, high, whatever. The way guys kept touching you and trying to drag you into their groups was making you uncomfortable. You lost track of the friend that brought you here hours ago. You tried drinking a little, then a lot, just to put yourself in more of the party mood, but now you were wishing for some type of saving grace to get you out of here.
It's not the normal reaction- being thankful that the cops came to bust up the party. Apparently you didn't get the memo that you were supposed to run when the door was thrown open and the county's police departments name rang out. You watched as everyone bolted to the back yard, out of windows. You just stood there, making eye contact with the three men in the doorway, holding onto your red solo cup.
"I'll take her," His voice was soothing and reaffirming. It said 'I've got you. You're not in trouble,' without having to say it at all. You watched the two men dart towards opposite directions, and the one who spoke came directly towards you. You stared at his face, a little too impared to stop yourself. He looked serious and he was staring straight back at you. He took the red cup from your hand, wrapping his arm around you and holding your arm as he led you out.
"How old are you, darling?" He asked, looking at you while he led you towards the back of the squad car. The idea of running flashed through your head but you were always one to listen to authority- running seemed wrong.
You swallowed thickly, nearly tripping over your own feet. It was so clear you were drunk, but you couldn't lie, "Eighteen." You stopped with him at the side of the car, automatically putting your hands behind your back for some reason- just eager to follow rules and hope for the best.
He looked down at you, putting his arm up against the window, almost crowding you against the car. You started to be aware of how hard your heart was drumming in your chest. Your mouth felt dry, your head was woozy, and you were starting to smell the officer's cologne. You looked up at him, seeing the detail of his stubble. You could feel his hot breath while he leaned in, speaking sternly, "You know better than to do something like this."
He sounded like he knew you were a rule follower. You felt guilty. Suddenly you felt ashamed of having to be scolded like this. You opened your mouth to explain yourself: that you did know better. He stopped you, holding his finger up between your faces.
"Save it. I'm taking you home," He reached to squeeze your shoulder, pulling away quickly. You moved away from the car, feeling relieved. This was probably for the best. You were getting out of that awful party and had a safe ride home. It helped that the officer was so pretty to look at too.
You watched him open the door for you, letting you sit down as he lingered in the doorway. You looked up at him, asking for his name.
"Officer Leon Kennedy," He gave a soft chuckle and the expression on his face became more playful. You almost felt like he was looking you over, but you figured that was the booze thinking for you. You pulled your legs into the car and he shut the door for you, making his way to the driver's seat.
The metal cage between you two felt slightly intimidating, but you were thankful that this angel was taking you home- punishment free. You had to be told to buckle your seat belt, which was a little embarrassing. He fixed his mirror, looking back at you through it. You shared a glance before you averted your gaze to outside the window, towards the flashing blue lights of the other cop cars. Your were curious how many people they actually arrested and how many got this kinder treatment like you.
You spoke up and told the officer- Leon- your address. As you watched out the window, you weren't really sure what way he was taking home. It wasn't the way you got there.
"You seem like a rule follower," Leon's voice spoke up over the sound of the gravel road it sounded like the car had hit. It had been a little longer than you would have expected it to take to get home. You were starting to worry that maybe Mr. Kennedy did not know where your address was- that he was mistaken.
You reached up to touch the cold metal cage with the tips of your fingers, feeling a mix of emotions and overall tiredness. "Y-yeah, I usually am." It was the truth. You were honor roll, never did anything risky- that good girl stereotype.
You watched Leon give you a dark look through the mirror, with half lidded eyes and a devilish smirk. It made your stomach twist and your thighs press together on their own accord. The car lurched forward as it stopped and your head snapped towards the window to see where you were, but there was only darkness and maybe a treeline in the distance. You looked out of the front window, seeing the brown gravel road fade into nothingness.
Leon's voice sounded serious and intimidating again, "I'm going to need you to follow some rules then." Your heart sputtered in your chest and you quickly sat up while he got out of the patrol car. You could make out the image of his body walking around to the side of the car you were sitting at, watching him open the door.
You weren't sure what was happening. The officer leaned in, across your body to unbuckle you. You stared at the side if his face, feeling some type of flutter inside of you at his scent.
"Officer," You start, needing to question what was going on. Suddenly, there was a strong hand squeezing your thigh harder than you had ever felt. You let out a squeak, not fully understanding why his touch made you gush.
Leon looked you dead in the eyes, staring at you through his eyelashes, "None of that officer bullshit. Say my name."
"L-Leon," You quickly correct, so happy you remembered his name. You weren't usually so good with things like that. Officer Leon Kennedy was a name that stuck, though.
You earned a caress to that same thigh, over the skin that was beginning to bruise from where he held it so firmly. "Leon," You start again, reaching out to push your hand against his shoulder. He stays firmly in place and you only push yourself further into the car. "W-what are we doing?"
He gives you another smirk, raking his eyes across your body. Suddenly you felt like your short skirt and thin shirt were just too little clothes to be wearing. The air was cold from the open door and the feeling of his warm breath was giving you goosebumps. "I think I've earned a little thank you for offering to take you home. You know, no visit down to the station."
Your eyes are widen and surprised but you nod dumbly. He asks if you agree and you honestly don't want to see his reaction if you say 'no,' so you nod again quickly.
You gasp and your head shoots back when he harshly grabs the side of your head, bringing his palm down flat against the fat of your thigh. He almost tosses your head when he lets go, "I want to hear a 'Yes, Sir'."
You nod again with more urgency before sputtering out, "Yes, Sir!" You sit up in the seat as he backs out of the car, standing up again. He grips the top of the door, looking off, like he's debating something. In that moment, you decide that it is in your best interest to do what he says. You have no clue where you are. He is an officer- he has more power and authority than you. He is offering to let you go. Besides.. He is attractive. You would long to be with someone like him if the circumstances were different. So giving in couldn't be the worst thing. In all honesty, his tone was already making you a little wet.
For all of these reasons, you're much more prepared mentally when you watch him start to unbuckle his belt. His hands are huge compared to yours- strong but slender. He's watching you stare and you don't even know it. He tosses the piece of leather into the floorboard, patting his thigh, "Come."
You listen move closer, sliding your legs out of the side of the car, to in between his. If you really wanted to, you could knee him. You don't, though. Instead, you look up at him and wait for instruction.
"Go on. Undo my pants," He says, holding onto the top of the doorway with one hand and placing the other on your shoulder. "I want to see you take it out."
You give him a small nod before looking down at the front of his uniform pants. You reach forward, biting down on your lip while you try to get them unbuttoned. You never even realized your hands were shaking until now- when you struggle to get them undone. You feel his hands take yours, completely enveloping them. You look at him while he helps you get then undone, accidently letting a small groan escape your lips when he slips one of your hands down the front of his open jeans. You feel him through the fabric- completely hard and incredibly warm. You can't help but look down, still subconsciously sucking on your lips.
"Look up at me, pretty girl," Leon's voice is soothing and reassuring once again. He hooks his thumbs into the sides of his underwear and pulls them down, exposing himself to the chill air.
Fuck you want to listen- to look up at him and pretend that he wasn't just showing all of himself to you- but you couldn't. Your eyes were glued and you felt like your brain quit working momentarily even though you were starting to sober up. Leon was absolutely hung. He was completely impressive and the biggest you had ever seen out of all of the little dick pics that went around that you saw and the men in the few porn videos you watched.
"Hey," Leon's voice boldened and his warm hand cupped your chin, physically forcing your gaze up to him. "Someone is going to have to teach you manners," He clicked with his tongue, shaking his head down at you. "Lift your top up," He reached down to slide his hand over one of your breasts, lifting it until it fell out of his fingers.
"Yes, Sir," You remember your cue. You're hesitant to lift up your shirt- you don't even have a bra on. You finally pull the fabric up, almost taking it clean off your head before he stops you. He tugs the tight fabric down so it rests just above your breasts, telling you to keep it that way. Somehow, this feels more vulnerable than just having your shirt off.
He rests his hand on the back of your neck, gently moving your head forward. He nods his head once and you feel like you know what to do. You take a shaky breath, moving closer. Your eyes are stuck on him again. His cock is incredibly thick, but it's kind of nice. It's something you would admire if the situation were a little different. You give your lips a wet lick before leaning in, circling them around him.
You don't look up. You are a little scared to. This is so revealing and even a little humiliating. You have never done this and do not have a clue what you're doing. You aren't sure if the way you're sucking feels good- why do you even want it to feel good? You should be biting him- but that isn't what you want. You want him to think you are doing good.
You are trying to breathe through your nose but you have to pull away slightly- attempt to really catch your breath. Leon doesn't have that, though. He holds your head in place and presses his hips foward, sliding past your slick lips. You gag at the sudden movement and try to jump backwards, to apologize or choke, but he just pulls you right back.
You start to notice the way he sounds. He's breathing very loud and letting out little grunts, continuing to thrust into your mouth. As his hips speed up, his moans get more plentiful and more ragged. You can't help your body's reaction to his praises. You didn't know you could make someone sound like that. You feel a little bad about how wet and sticky your panties are getting.
He lets go of your head but you stay there for a moment anyway. He has to pull his hips away and tilt your chin up for you to look at him. He smiles down at you with flushed cheeks, his expression almost boyish, "Come on, you can do a little bit of the work. Can't you, sweetheart?"
You blush and nod gently, putting your hand around him. The bottom of his shaft is barely wet because your mouth never reached it. You lean back in, hollowing your cheeks around him while you start to bob your head. You flatten your tongue against his skin, feeling the vein that runs along the underside of his length. Your mouth is watering around him, which is something you wouldn't have expected. You feel absolutely sloppy with the way spit starts to drip down your chin. You can really taste him too- It's like a mix of lightly perfumed laundry detergent and a slight saltiness. You can't help but like it a little, deep down.
His hands run through your hair gently but he makes no attempt to move you. He switches between staring you down and looking up at the night sky. He gives you small compliments, making sure you know when you do something he likes. You find yourself trying to get more praises- flattening your tongue against his tip, pulling off to lick the base of his cock, even pushing yourself to take more and more of him into your mouth. You even gag yourself trying to go further.
Leon pulls away, moving his hand to hold the hair at the top of your head. He fists his cock tight, his breaths becoming more labored while his hand moves. You don't have to be told to open your mouth and close your eyes, knowing what is going to come next. To your surprise, he roughly pushes you down until your back hits the seat of the cop car.
"W-wha," You start to question him but he stops you in your tracks, grabbing behind your knees and roughly tugging you towards him.
"I almost forgot my manners," He says like he is in disbelief of himself, starting to drop to his knees outside of the car.
You're very aware of how his head is between your thighs and you sudden feel embarrassment burn at your cheeks, "Officer- Leon, you don't-"
He cuts you off, shaking his head, "I do. My girls always get theirs' first." You feel his hands grip each of your thighs, pushing them as far apart as they can go in the door of the car.
"I didn't shower," You admit with guilt, sitting up on one of your elbows and using your other hand to push his head away from you. You weren't sure why you were concerned with what he thought of you, but you very much were.
Leon gave you a smirk, pushing your skirt up your stomach. "I'm going to love tasting my girl." You watched him lean in, pressing his warm mouth over you through the thin fabric of your underwear.
A soft noise escapes your lips while his tongue brushes over your clit through the fabric. Your thighs start to close around his head but he presses them open again, gripping your thighs just as hard as before. You fall back against the seat again, trying to stop yourself from telling him that the pain is too much. Instead, you try to focus on the feeling of his tongue.
One of his hands finally lets go of your thigh, gently pulling your panties to the side so his tongue finally slides against you. You let out a sigh, reaching down to hold his head. The thoughts of how you might taste finally leave your mind when his tongue starts delving into you. His mouth feels so warm compared to the chill air outside. Officer Kennedy's spit wasn't the only thing that was making you wet- you were absolutely dripping. You weren't even sure if you had ever been this turned on. Something about how Leon seemed to deeply enjoy going down on you made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You just couldn't stop yourself from thinking about how you were absolutely soaking the seat.
You find yourself lifting your hips slightly, towards his face. His hand slips under you when you do, squeezing the plump skin of your ass roughly. You let out a whine, telling him to be more gentle with you. You're slightly scared of his reaction to you speaking up for yourself, but you're pleasantly surprised at how his grasp softens.
He turns to kiss your inner thigh, sucking harshly. You can only imagine how dark the bruises will be tomorrow. The idea of having marks littering your thighs, to be seen days after this is over, makes you even more slick.
You notice his hand float above you, showing you two fingers. He mumbles against your skin, telling you to 'suck.' You just nod along, sitting up slightly before taking them in your mouth. You don't even put up any sort of fight at this point. Not that you ever did. You take his fingers into your mouth, pressing your tongue against the rough pads of his fingers. You suck and spit on them, getting them slick. When he takes his hand back, there is a string of spit connecting his figures and your lips. You've never felt so dirty.
You stay sat up slightly, watching between you two carefully. You bite your lip subconsciously, looking down into Leon's eyes while he focuses on what's between your legs. He glances up at you finally, rubbing two of his digits against your slit. He gives you a dark smirk, leaning back in to suck on your clit while his fingers slip inside.
Your hands naturally shoot downward, trying to block yourself from his invading fingers. They burn when they slip in at the same time- his digits were much thicker than yours. Still, you could feel yourself gushing around them. The way he was using his hot tongue to toy with your clit was definitely enough to keep you on edge despite the pain of him scissoring his fingers.
You can't stop yourself from starting to make noise when Leon's tongue begins to flick back over you. You let out a quiet curse, causing the officer to smack your thigh harshly with his free hand. Your fingers thread themselves through Leon's hair, pulling his face down against you while your hips lift off the seat.
Your eyes squeeze shut tight while your body stiffens, totally engulfed in the feeling of Leon's fingers crooked upwards inside of you. Your body shakes suddenly in response to the sparks that are sent through you. It's not a conscious decision you make when his name spills out of your mouth.
Your hips fall back to the seat before you tilt to the side slightly, trying to get Leon out from between your legs. You take a deep breath, finally feeling him move away. Your slick and his spit quickly becomes cold on your skin and you feel incredibly empty without his fingers inside of you.
Your head collapses against the car seat and you attempt to curl up on your side, only to have your hips moved roughly by Leon. You feel completely limp, letting the officer move you how he wants you. You lay out on your stomach, your knees buckling at the door of the car.
If you were in your right mind, a slap to the ass this hard would cause you to shriek; instead, you whimper weakly. The second time, his hand stays against your skin, rubbing lightly. You can't help but press your hips back towards the gentle touch, silently pleading for the small act of kindness.
You close your eyes, feeling another wave of exhaustion hit your body. You only open them again when you feel his fingers slip back over your slit, then inside of you. You let out a heavy breath, lifting your upper body up on your elbows.
You don't let out any protest when his fingers slip back out of you, but you do feel your heart rate pick up. You crane your head over your shoulder, watching Leon behind you. He lightly kicks your feet further apart, making you spread for him. You chew on your lip, watching his hand carefully as it passed over his length, guiding it down in-between your legs.
"C-condom," You quietly protest, pulling your hips forward the small amount you can before becoming trapped against the seat. You could do more to stop him. Even put up the smallest fight. The truth is, you don't want to. Feeling his bare cock press into you makes your jaw drop and your eyes close, drawing out a long noise from you. Your body sinks back down against the car seat and you let yourself be moved by Leon, pulled by your hips, deeper onto his cock.
You aren't sure if your body is doing it on its own or if you're actually trying, but your hips press backwards into him. You feel a stretch inside of you that almost burns, but you absolutely love it.
When Leon starts to move, you can't help but let out soft moans one after another. You can hear yourself, and the way you gush around him with every thrust- it makes your cheeks red and your face hot with embarrassment. You never even had sex, let alone moaned like a whore for someone you just met.
You felt Leon grab your arm, twisting it behind your back while he threw himself against you. Leon was bigger than you, heavier, and his bullet proof vest definitely wasn't helping you breath while he laid on top of you. Pain shot through your arm but despite everything, all you could think about was how each thrust sent sparks all over your body.
You turned your head, feeling your cheek press against the seat of the car. You could hardly close your mouth because of the slew of noises the cop was dragging out of you, making you drool onto the cloth.
You gasped for a deep breath when Leon sat up, pulling your hips with him while he stood. You let him pull your knees into the seat, not daring to fight now. The new angle was so much deeper. You reached out in front of you, dragging your nails over the seat while Leon's hips smacked against your ass.
You could almost feel the knot of tension forming in your body. You were so close to spilling over again, just cumming on Mr. Kennedy's cock for him, like you know he'd want. You can barely fight the feeling enough to speak up, "Gotta pull out."
You feel your body buzz with adrenaline and your throat close up when Leon scoffs, "Oh do I?" You feel his grip on your hips tighten, making your head spin. " My girl knows better than that. Knows better than fuckin' going to parties."
You feel one of his hands let you go, only to slip under your stomach and in-between your legs. You let out a shaky moan, feeling his rough fingers toy with your clit again.
"Sir, please," You beg but even you are unsure what for. You know it's risky- you know it the last thing you would do if you were in your right mind, but you can't help but get on edge thinking about how close Officer Kennedy is to finishing inside of you.
Leon growls, reaching forward with his other hand to grab your hair, "Ah, fuck, baby. Oh you know exactly what I want to hear," He praises you, pulling your head back roughly by your hair. You keep your hips up on your own, unable to move while your body tenses again. His fingers move fast over your clit, not stalling even when his hips slam into you for a final time. You gasp loudly, feeling a sudden wet warmth deep inside of you. You shake violently, almost sobbing out your moans. You can't stop yourself from saying his name over and over again, in some form of praise.
You feel him lean back over your body, this time keeping his weight off of you. He presses his forehead against your back, mumbling something- the sound is just so far away from you right now.
When he pulls away, pulls out, your hips don't move. You stay with your ass up, knees in the seat until Leon leans back into the car to turn you over. You lay limp, taking deep and shaky breaths. You feel his warm hand slide over your stomach, bringing you back down to his touch.
You hear him tell you that you did good, but you have no response. You can't dare say that he did phenomenal. That this officer completed all of your wildest fantasies and gave you two of the best orgasms of your life- that you will be touching yourself while thinking of him for months. You just lay back in the seat, tossing your arm over your chest.
Leon smiles down at you, reaching across your body to tug your shirt back down in place, under your arm and over your chest. You notice him pocket your panties before flattening your skirt, leaving you exposed with his cum beginning to drip. He leans in, wrapping both arms around you to pull you up.
"You know, I'd like my girl to thank me a little more often," He hummed, giving you a look when he stood up outside of the car, putting himself away and redoing his slacks. You slumped against the back of the seat, finally sitting up because of him.
"Thank you, Sir," You breathed out, sounding exhausted. "T-thank you," You looked up at him, reaching to put your hand on his thigh. You closed your eyes when his hand reached out slowly, resting on top of your head. You pressed towards his touch, feeling him rub gently. You weren't completely sure what to make of the night but right now, you were on cloud 9.
You opened your eyes again when his hand left your hair, just for his warm skin to make gentle contact with your cheek. "Let's get you home," Leon hummed lightly, taking his hand back. You nodded gently, closing your eyes. You kept them closed as he leaned in to buckle you back into your seat, listening to him close the door and eventually open his own.