Angel

Part Six (M)

I think Adrian broke a few laws as he drove us to his house, but since he's a cop I'm sure it's ok. He pulled into the driveway of a two-story, red brick, traditional looking house. The neighborhood was very quiet and filled with an eclectic array of family homes. It was definitely not what I was expecting. We jumped out and he took my hand as we walked up to the front door. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, quickly ushering me inside. It was dark so I couldn't really see anything, but that didn't matter because Adrian pinned me to the wall by the door. He captured my lips in a hungry, heated kiss that stole my breath away. His kisses were so addictive. I opened to his probing tongue, letting the smooth, wet muscle invade my mouth and tangle with my own. His hands trailed down from my waist to roughly knead my ass for a few seconds before traveling lower to the back of my thighs, gently coaxing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I slid my arms around his neck as he lifted me up, being careful not to break our intense kiss. Adrian started walking down the short hallway to a set of stairs and I was impressed that he was able to climb them while carrying me with little difficulty.

I drew back slightly so we could both take a breath and noticed we were in a bedroom now. I'm pretty sure it was his. He didn't bother turning on the lights, but there was enough light shining through the open window for me to see. The bed was unmade and there were clothes in random piles on the floor, but it felt nice and cozy in here.

Adrian set me down by the bed and we quickly undressed each other, adding to the piles on the floor. Our hands and lips stayed busy, always finding a new spot to caress or brush a kiss against. I committed to memory every spot that made him shudder and curse softly under his breath. His gaze was heavy as his eyes scanned my completely naked form and that look alone had a shiver race up my spine, knowing he very much liked what he saw. Adrian wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I slipped a hand between us, taking his hard cock into it, and gently stroked him from base to tip. He shuddered, brushing his lips against my neck. I turned to get on the bed when I heard his breath hitch and then his fingertips gently brushed against my back. Oh my tattoo. I almost forgot about it. A pair of black angel wings that nearly covered my whole back.

"That's pretty damn sexy," Adrian rasped lowly, "angel." I glanced across my shoulder at him, giving him a sexy smirk before laying down on the bed. Adrian settled above me, between my legs, and kissed me hungrily. I heard the sound of a bottle snapping shut when I felt one of his slicked up fingers gently prodding my hole. One finger quickly became two and then three. I rocked my hips as he worked me open. I couldn't stop the constant moans slipping from my lips even if I tried...it just felt too good. Suddenly, his fingers were gone pulling a whine from me.

"It's ok, angel," Adrian murmured huskily as he ripped open a condom wrapper, "I got you." He lubed up his cock before gathering me up into his arms. His hands slid down my back to cup my ass and tilt my hips some as he started pushing inside me. Inch by agonizing inch he plunge inside me, pausing every few seconds for me to adjust to his size. His lips never left me, either from mine or my neck or shoulder. His body a constant warmth against mine. Whispered words in my ear that had my pulse racing. It was all so much but not enough at the same time. When he finally bottomed put, the slight burning stretch had melted away to pleasure and left me feeling incredibly full. Adrian started with slow, shallow thrusts, his hands holding me tightly in place. When his thrusts sped up and he started raking across my prostate with every movement, forcing choked groans from my lips and my blunt nails to dig into his back. I could feel my orgasm racing through my veins, making the coil in my stomach grow tighter and tighter. Adrian suddenly sat back on his heels and slipped his hands up my back, pulling me into his lap. We both let out a groan as I started bouncing, his hands sliding down to grip my hips and help me rock up and down. My fingers dug into his shoulders and I let out a sharp gasp before I started cumming, coating both of our stomachs where my dick was trapped between us.

"Fuck." Adrian ground out and I watched as his eyes squeezed shut and his eyebrows pinched before feeling him cum into the condom. A shudder raced up my spine as our movements slowed and finally stilled. We sat, panting, in each other's arms before Adrian fell to his side, pulling me down beside him. We laid there, catching our breath for a few minutes. Adrian climbed to his feet and disappeared into the en-suite bathroom, returning with a warm, wet washcloth and towel. He had already cleaned himself up while he was in there so he wiped me down and dried me with the towel before tossing it into a pile on the floor. He collapsed back onto the bed and pulled me into his arms.

It was quiet and calm. Adrian and I laid contently on his bed. I was on my side, pressed up against him, tracing random patterns on his chest with my fingertips, our legs tangled together. Adrian was laying on his back, one of his arms wrapped around my waist, and his hand caressing the small of my back. He looked deep in thought. I brushed a kiss across his collarbone before propping my chin on his chest to look up at him.

"What are you thinking about?" I murmured. He took a deep breath, hesitating for a second.

"Your tattoo." He murmured back. I gave him a confused look.

"My tattoo?" I repeated. Adrian nodded.

"It just reminded me of a story I heard when I was starting out on the force," he replied softly, "sort of like an urban legend...I guess they tell all the rookies." I squirmed closer.

"Can you tell me?" I asked softly. Adrian hesitated again.

"I don't know how much of it is true," he began, "but...supposedly...there's this group of assassins called the Dark Angels. They mostly work overseas, but they have been known to take jobs occasionally in the US."

"What do they do," I asked curiously, "just kill people?" Adrian shook his head.

"Not just any people," he replied, "like high-profile targets...the type that can't be accessed very easily and some of them are real sickos too." I shivered, snuggling closer to him.

"Sounds scary." I whispered, resting my head against his chest.

"Apparently, the chief of police who retired before my dad took over had seen some of their work firsthand," Adrian murmured quietly, "and it was pretty...gruesome. They didn't feel too bad for the guy, though. He was a known child trafficker."

"Do you think they're real," I asked softly, "these Dark Angels?" Adrian shrugged, tightening his hold around my waist.

"I don't know...maybe," he replied, "if they are real and are taking out those types of scumbags...I don't really see a problem." I yawned, feeling a sudden wave of drowsiness wash over me. Adrian chuckled softly and cupped my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him. He brushed a tender kiss across my lips.

"Let's get some sleep." He murmured. I pecked a quick kiss on his lips again before nodding and snuggling back down against his chest. Sleep eventually overtook me and waiting for me in my dreams were shadowed figures with black wings.