10-80: Line of Duty Series

by Xyla Turner

  “A variety of things.” I said. “Don’t worry, you’ll be nice and full when you leave.”

  “I have no fucking doubts.”

  He leaned in and kissed my lips, soft and savoring.

  Someone cleared their throats, causing us to turn around and see a man smiling at us.

  “Trying to get to my apartment.” He said.

  “Sorry, sir.” Ryan replied and moved us out of the man’s way.

  Once he opened the gate, he turned around and said, “Carry on.”

  I buried my head in Ryan’s chest to hide my embarrassment.

  “Have a nice evening, sir.” Ryan waved as he moved us away from the man’s property and back towards the school.

  “I’ll take you to the bus stop on the west side.” He told me.

  “Okay.”

  As he drove me slowly through the city, his hand was on my thigh for most of the time. It was like he did not want me to go anywhere. Very possessive, which was another emotion that I found myself reacting to in a positive way. I liked that he felt that about me. I guess on some level it was nice for anyone to feel wanted or needed.

  He pulled up to the curb, putting the car in Park. “So, tomorrow - I can be at your apartment at 12:30 and I’ll be expected back on duty around 2:30 or so.”

  “Okay, that’s fine. The food will be ready when you come.”

  “Will you be ready?” He asked.

  I chose not to answer that.

  “Then he said, “Oh, by the way. I completely forgot to ask the last time I was over, but I have my bill of health. I’m clean. Do you have yours?”

  “I haven’t had an appointment in a year, but I’ll go get one. However, as I told you, I haven’t been with anyone in five years, so I know I’m clean and I have an IUD.”

  His eyes widen at my comment, “Yeah, about those five years?”

  I nodded my head, “Yeah.”

  “McFadden, McFadden. Are you on the west side?” the radio interrupted us.

  He groaned and sighed, “This is McFadden. Yes, I’m on the west side.”

  “There is a 10-80 and headed your way. I repeat, 10-80. Headed your way.”

  “Copy that.” He said, then turned to me. “Text me when you get home and cross that street.” He pointed to the other bus stop. “Because some shit is about to go down. Got it?”

  “Yes.”

  He pulled me to him, kissed me for a quick few seconds, then said, “Text me.”

  “Okay.”

  He got out of the car and so did I. I had no idea what a 10-80 meant, but his entire demeanor changed, therefore, I went where he told me so I was completely out of the way. When I was a block away, I turned towards his direction to see the police chasing a guy, then he was clipped like a dirty football play by Ryan. What in the world. He had stuck out his arm, hanging the guy up by his neck sending him flying back and almost colliding with the other officers. People started clapping and cheering. Another cop reached down and stood up with a purse in his hand. For a small moment, I was proud. Proud that I knew Ryan, proud that he was a cop and proud that he was doing good.

  How all that would change in the next afternoon was the real story.

  Ryan

  These double shifts were absolutely killing my workout routine, my sleep and my social life. Nowadays, I spent more time thinking about what time I could steal away with D’asia rather than go out with any of the guys. She had Zee, I had work, but I just wanted to be with her.

  The morning dragged to the point that at around 10:00 AM, Sal asked what crawled up my ass.

  “Nothing, just hate doing these doubles.”

  “Well, why’d you sign up for them?” Sal asked. “I know you hate for me to say it, but your mom could so help you with that thing.”

  “Fuck no.” I shook my head. “This is me. I am doing this for me.”

  “Honorable, but you can’t keep it up.” Sal nodded.

  “I just have to do it for a little while more.”

  “Yeah, let’s hope you make it that long. How’s the hottie?”

  “The hottie’s name is D’asia and she’s fine.”

  “Well, she is fine, but how are you both doing?” He shoved a donut in his mouth and mumbled with crumbs falling from his lips, “last time I heard, you guys were fussing about a ride.”

  “No, it’s cool. I fixed that. She was scared about me beating that guy up.”

  “You’re a fucking cop, what did she think you were going to do?” he asked.

  “Well, I don’t think that reality hit her until that moment and on top of that, I kind of lost it on him.”

  “Yeah, I’ll say. His face looked like it hit a brick, not a fist.” Sal raised his eyebrow at me. “Hope you got that shit under control.”

  I turned to see he was looking at me. No smiles, no jokes, but concern.

  “Yeah, man. I’m good.”

  Noon slowly rolled around and I made my way to The Trap. Not too many people were out, but just to cover my tracks, I knocked on a few other doors in the building that had recent cases and ‘checked in’. Even the guy next door to D’asia. He was a bit brisk, but he had brutally lost his mother so some of that was to be expected. Instead of knocking on her door, I text her letting her know I was outside, for fear that someone would hear me knocking on another door.

  A moment later, she unlocked all three locks and took off the latch, opening the door with the hugest smile on her face.

  Before I could stop to think, I walked through the threshold, wrapped both arms around her waist, lifting her so I could take her lips. When I finally stopped, she pulled back and said, “Well, hello to you too.”

  “Yeah, hello.” I replied, while she locked the doors. “It smells delicious in here.”

  She had on a short summer dress, tights, and yellow flip flops that matched the dress. I took off my coat, which she hung on the rack next to wobbly table she always held when opening the front door.

  “Thanks.” She led the way to the kitchen where a spread was already on the table with serving spoons and knives. Spaghetti, garlic bread, salad and juice. “I know you’re on duty, but I planned to have a little wine.”

  “That’s fine, sweetness.” I moved to the place she pointed for me to have a seat. “You like to cook?”

  “Yeah, according to Zee, I’m a badass cook.” She smiled, then added, “But I think he’s just a hungry growing boy.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that.” I sat down.

  After loading my plate and waiting for her, we dove in. It was some good ass food and had a few different spices I didn’t recognize, but it all went together and I had a second helping.

  “So since I’m working a double shift and protecting the mean New York City streets, doesn’t my girl want to give me a container of this to eat for dinner?” I asked.

  D’asia erupted in laughter, as she got up shaking her head.

  “First of all,” she started after she called down. “I have no idea who your girl is. And second, you can take some if you would like.”

  Here she goes with this shit. I’d have to teach her how this went. No sex in five years. Raising her brother by herself. No help, no support. I’d gladly teach her.

  Coming up behind her as she started to rinse off the dishes, I turned the faucet off as I enveloped her into the counter. Her ass moved back into mine, causing a stir, which she knew because she started to move it around my crouch.

  Goddamn.

  Sexy and she knew it.

  I moved her hair off her shoulder to see the slightly darker mark I left on at the club and it was still visible. Aiming for that same spot, I bent down and started to suck on it again. Her arm reached back, pulling me further into her. My hips started to make circles, matching her movements. The little moans that escaped her mouth and sighs were turning me all the way on.

  Pulling away from her neck, I turned her around, and lifted her up with her legs wrapped around my waist.

  “Ready,” I whispered
against her lips.

  “I’m ready.” She grabbed my ears and kissed me.

  It wasn’t just a peck, it was with an urgency that I wanted to fill right then and there.

  I carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down. Before I could reach for the bottom of her dress, she was up and unbuckling my pants. I opened my mouth to say something, but she quickly, hushed me.

  “Shhhh.”

  I took off my holster attached to the waistband of my pants and once they were open, her greedy hand pulled my cock out of the black boxers and wrapped her pouty lips around me.

  Goddamn!

  All thoughts escaped my mind as I watched her take me in and out of her precious mouth. Her tongue trailing and causing all sorts of tingling electricity through my body. Her left hand dropped to massage my sac and fuck it, but I swear she was trying to make me come right in her mouth. Slowly she pulled me out of her mouth, and wrapped what little of her hand fit around my cock and stroked it up and down. Then she turned over so she was on her knees, then bent down with her head facing me to lick my balls.

  “Yes, sweetness.” I crooned. “Fuck, baby.”

  She moaned against the sensitive skin that urged me to control what was about to happen, or she’d have me spilling my seed down her throat and not in her tight pussy.

  I grabbed her by the hair and held her in place, so I could rub my cock up and down her face with my balls still in her mouth. Then I pulled my hips back, so she could take me again, but this time, I was fucking her face.

  D’asia, on her knees, mouth wide open, and taking me deep was undoing everything. She was willing, waiting, and fucking loving it.

  “D’asia.” I moaned her name as I tilted my head back and let go of her hair.

  She grabbed hold of my cock and started to stroke it with both hands while licking the head. Then I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. When she was done, I tore my undershirt off and stepped out of my pants. She was upright with her knees on the bed. I took her dress off and pushed her down, so I could get her tights and panties down.

  Her yelp quickly turned into laughter, once I tickled her side. She turned over to evade my attacks against her ribs, while I sat to take off my shoes and kick off my briefs. Once I finished, I pulled her leg, which brought her whole body to the end of the bed. Because now it was time for my dessert. I was kneeling on the floor, she sat up on her elbows and smirked at me.

  “Still hungry?”

  “No, this is just the icing on the cake.”

  My mouth grabbed her nub and I begin to suck on it like a pacifier. Her hands immediately came to my head, with her fingers caressing my scalp.

  “Oh God,” she called.

  I didn’t mind her calling the big man, but I did want her to call me. I slid one finger into her wet entrance and she tensed as I pushed in. I continued to suck on her clit and using my tongue to flick it back and forth. Pushing in further, she moaned this time and did not clench up.

  She was so wet, I knew she wanted this bad. I inserted another finger, causing her to gasp.

  “Shh, sweetness, I got you.” I reassured and kept pushing.

  After a few strokes, she relaxed and her soft moans started to get louder. If she was going to take me, she needed another finger. Flicking her clit with my thumb and applying another finger gave her too many things to focus on, which sent her in overload.

  “Fuck, Ryan.” She yelled.

  I went faster and pushed in more. Her entire body enveloped, as she grabbed me around my neck and bit my bottom lip. God, I let her as I felt her start to move on my three fingers inside her tight channel. She let me go and whispered, “Yes, Ryan. Right there.”

  I pushed in faster and faster. Her eyes flew to the back of her head as the impending orgasm took over.

  “God.” She cried. “Ryan. Yes, like that. Ryan. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  “Now, who’s my girl?”

  “Wha...” She moaned.

  “Who is my girl?” I circled her nub faster.

  “Oh my God,” D’asia moaned as she lifted her hips. “Ahh, I am. I am.”

  “Glad you see it my way.”

  Rubbing that sensitive clit and pushing in her tight, soaking pussy was the fucking life. Her body tensed and she came all over my hands as I pulled out and moved her back up the bed. I wanted her to ride the wave, so I entered her little by little while I kept flicking her taut nub.

  “Goddamn,” I said through clenched teeth.

  She was extraordinarily tight. Virgin tight.

  She had gasped when I first entered, but never exhaled. Meaning she was not breathing.

  “Breath,” I nipped her lip with my teeth.

  She blew out a sharp breath and gripped me under my arms and pulling me close. Her mouth was near my ear, when she uttered, “You feel so good.”

  Slowly moving my hips, I pushed further in while she grabbed me harder. I pulled out, she moaned. I pushed in, she gasped. This continued until she was moaning on each action. Then she said, the magic words.

  “Take me, Ryan.”

  “Fuck.”

  Leaning on my hands, I powered forward and stroked in her sweet pussy until I thought I would transform into the Incredible Hulk. Not from anger, but pure ecstasy. She was fucking everything. D’asia held on to me, meeting each thrust with her own and rocking with me as we made sweet…it was too early to call it love right?

  Fuck if I knew, I just knew we fit. Tight and right.

  She came one more time before I left and that was from me rubbing her swollen clit, while I stroked in and out of her. I came with a long growl, spilling my seed inside of her.

  After I had cleaned her up, she laid on my chest for another half an hour as her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. My girl was knocked out. I needed to go because I was about to be back on duty and I had about an hour before schools let out.

  “D’asia.” I whispered against her face, then kissed her forehead.

  She stirred, then squeezed me tighter around my middle section. Chuckling, I turned her over, so I was on top.

  “Huh?” She blinked up at me.

  “I got to go, sweetheart. My shift starts and Zee will be home.”

  Her lip turned up as she poked out the bottom one pouting. “You just got here.”

  “Oh, don’t do that.” I kissed her lips. “I’d stay here all night if you let me.”

  She smiled.

  “Lock up behind me. Okay.” I kissed her again, then rolled off to put on my clothes.

  She grabbed a robe as I dressed and went into the kitchen. When I came out of the bedroom, she had a container of spaghetti in a bag waiting for me.

  “For tonight.” She smiled.

  “Thanks, sweetness.” I pulled her to me again. “We on for this Friday after my shift, right?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure Zee will stay with Reggie that night before they meet with you on Saturday morning.”

  “Good and we’ll try again for Saturday?” I asked, trying not to bring up last weekend. “This time, I’ll cook you dinner at my place.”

  “Okay, let me check with the Henrys to see if Zee can stay and I’ll let you know.”

  “Good.” I grabbed her hand as we walked to the door. “Wish I could stay. How are you feeling?”

  “I’m fine, Ryan. Go ahead before you’re late.” She lifted her hand to adjust the radio attached to my shoulder.

  “Soak in Epson salt, so you’re not too sore. Also, there are these exer…” She cut me off and kissed me on the lips.

  “Go.” D’asia said as she reached around me and unlocked the doors. “I’m a big girl.” She reached up and caressed my face with the back of her hand. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ve had sex before.”

  Standing on her toes, she kissed my lips again. “Go.”

  She steadied the table behind the door.

  “Alright, I’ll call you tonight.”

  Peeking my head out the door, I saw the coast was clear. I wen
t down seven flights of stairs, checked-in with another resident who had a burglary a few weeks ago, then I left.

  I was in too deep and I did not care.

  D’asia

  The week went by as fast as a turtle moves across a crowded park. It was still unreal to me that I slept with Ryan McFadden, the white cop that arrested my brother. I knew it wasn’t cool to keep referring to him like that, but that’s what he was and it scared me that he was becoming more than that. I wasn’t ready for all of those emotion, so putting him in the ‘no zone’ or the ‘unlikely’ category helped me to cope. Or at least I thought.

  When Friday finally rolled around, I ensured that Zee was staying for two nights with the Henrys. Mrs. Henry warmly smiled and suggested that I wear the yellow nightie. Mr. Henry gave me a raised eyebrow and said, “Don’t have me going to jail for you.”

  “Never that, Mr. Henry.” I replied with a smile.

  “You know I will though, right.” He peeked over his newspaper.

  “I know.”

  Before I left, I pulled Mrs. Henry to the side.

  “You need pointers on how to flirt?” Was her very first question.

  I gasped, “Oh my God, no.”

  “Oh, okay.” She smiled. “You are sure you have that under control though, right?”

  A chuckle escaped me as I thought about her trying to show me how to flirt. “I’m good.”

  “Okay, honey. What’s up?”

  “So, my friend. He’s a little rough around the edges. Like, he doesn’t ask me. He tells me. Well, sometimes he does, but it’s like he’s already made up his mind. You know what I mean? And, he likes control. Like, he expects me to just obey him.” I fiddled with my sweaty fingers and then continued. “Does this make any sense?”

  She raised an eyebrow at me. “Have you not met Reginald Henry?” She raised her hand in his direction.

  My eyes became wide, then I burst out laughing.

  Oh my gosh. She was right. Mr. Henry was just like that. He told you what it was going to be.

  “Honey, that’s called an alpha man. There is no fine line about abusive and alphas. Abuse is abuse, but an alpha. Well, he wants, demands and gets control, but not by mere voice alone, but because he’s established a relationship with you that you know if you submit, so to speak, you’ll never regret it. You’re safe under his covering. That’s how Reg is to me. It may look weak to some women, but that man makes me feel loved, respected and cherished. If he says get on your knees, I’m getting on my damn knees. He would never degrade me or make me feel worthless. He’s bossy, but I like a man that knows what he wants and takes control.” She leaned to one side and put her hand on her hip. “If that is your man. Oh honey. Does he make you feel safe?”