A/N: Warning! This chapter is mostly smut.
Kevin couldn't believe his luck. The most beautiful woman was pressed against his side, nuzzling his neck in the backseat of a cab, as he gave the driver his address. Somehow it seemed as if she was as desperate for him as he was for her, the stunning angel whose name he didn't even know.
As soon as their taxi started making its way through the city, they were lost in each other. With one hand Kevin cupped the cheek of his angel, tilting her face to look at his own. For a moment he searched her blue eyes, shining at him from behind the white feathers that obscured her face, for some kind of tether to ground him as the overwhelming passion he felt made his world spin. Then he pressed forward, finally feeling her soft lips against his. She responded to him instantly, deepening the kiss.
They were so enthralled in each other the missed their cabbie grumbling about, "Drunken, horny idiots always coming out of the woodwork on Halloween."
Her hands fisted in his shirt and pulled him in, trying to eliminate any space between them. Their kissing was rough, frenzied as if they were trying to consume each other. She moaned around his tongue as Kevin plundered her mouth. He nibbled on her bottom lip, and she pulled back slightly, gasping. Kevin continued to devour her, trailing kisses down her neck before sucking hard at her pulse point.
His angel let out a whine, then breathily whispered, "I want you so badly."
Leaving her throat, Kevin took her lips again passionately. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh, thumb gently tracing circles over the smooth skin he found there. His fingers reached higher pressing against her slit through the damp lace of her panties. Her arousal was evident from the way her wetness had seeped through the thin material.
They were shocked out of their embrace as the cab driver cleared his throat loudly. "Hey lovebirds, we're here. Pay up and get out."
Kevin handed him their fare and they made their way onto the street and into his building. The couple stumbled their way down his third-floor hallway to the door of his apartment. The little vixen pressed her chest into his back as Kevin fumbled with his keys. Arms snaked around his waist before she firmly palmed his hard cock where it strained against the front of his pants. He let out a groan, and his shaky hands managed to turn the key in the lock and swing the door open.
Once inside, Kevin pulled her into another kiss. Her hands went to his shoulders, helping his shed his jacket as they moved deeper into his apartment. Next to go was his costume fedora, falling to the ground in their wake. He backed her up until they bumped into his kitchen table, then hoisted her up to sit on the edge of it. She grabbed his tie, pulling him to step between her spread thighs as she kissed him hungrily. Kevin's hands slid down to her butt, pulling her hips flush against his own. He pressed his hardness against her through their remaining clothes, giving her the slightest taste of what she really wanted.
Her hands went straight to his belt buckle, trying urgently to free him from the confines of his slacks. "I need you," she begged, "now."
Finally, his pants fell around his ankles and before he could so much as blink, she had reached into his boxer briefs and taken him firmly in hand. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock tightly, and all the breath rushed out of him.
"Fuck," he moaned, leaning his forehead against hers as her hand pumped him slowly.
His angel pulled out a condom he had no clue how she'd managed to hide in her tiny costume. She tore open the foil packet and smoothly rolled it down his length. Before she could guide him inside her, Kevin kissed her fiercely, leaning her back to lay on the table beneath her and pinning her wrists above her head, her legs wrapped around his waist. He peppered kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. With two fingers he pulled down the lace cups of her bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Her rosy nipples tightened before he covered one with his hot breath and then took the pink bud between his lips tugging softly. He moved to her other breast giving it the same treatment, appreciating the way her back arched at the stimulation.
He stood back up to his full height, towering over her where she lay. With one hand he pulled her panties aside and with the other he took himself in hand, rubbing himself up and down her slick folds. He circled her clit with the head of his cock, reveling in the way her breath was coming fast and ragged.
He lined himself up with her entrance. "Is this what you want?" Kevin asked her, needing to hear her say it again.
"Yes! Yes, I want it. I want you. Please."
She looked like a goddess as she pleaded for him to stop teasing and take her, laid out with her most intimate parts bare to him, beautiful red hair fanned out on the table under her. With a quick snap of his hips, Kevin sheathed himself fully inside her. His eyes were trained on her face, for some reason desperate to see her reaction to being suddenly filled. When Kevin had one-night stands previously, he had been entirely focused on their bodies and the act itself, but in this moment, he needed nothing more than to see his angel come undone. She gasped and her hands clawed at the wood of table, trying to hold onto anything as she finally felt the blissful intrusion she'd begged for.
That was the only encouragement Kevin needed to start thrusting into her quickly, the way her walls hugged his cock so tightly making him throb with pleasure. A loud sensual moan escaped her lips at a particularly sharp thrust. "So good. Just like that. You feel so good," she mumbled, breath hitching with each long, steady stroke.
"You want me to fuck you hard, baby?" he asked, and she nodded in response unable to form a coherent reply.
His hands wrapped around her thighs in a bruising grip. He slammed his hips against hers forcefully, pushing himself in to the hilt each time he slid deep into her pussy. Her inner muscles were fluttering around him, and the tension coiled in his abdomen. Kevin was beyond wound up and needed to make her cum before he went over the edge himself. He slipped a hand between them to where they were joined and pressed his thumb against her clit roughly, rubbing in circles.
At that a string of moans and unintelligible whimpering was released from his angel. "So close. I'm gonna cum. Oh, god," she moaned out, before she reached her orgasm, walls clamping down on him and milking his cock.
Kevin watched her intently, the sight of her shaking and crying out in ecstasy the sexiest thing he has ever witnessed. Her release triggered his own, and he continued to pound into her wildly as waves of pleasure wracked their bodies.
He slumped against her, his face in the crook of her neck, as they both tried to regain their breaths. He was kissing her neck tenderly, when she started giggling, breaking the post-coital silence. Kevin questioned what exactly she could find so funny at this exact moment when he was still inside her and just trying to steady his breathing.
"That was really good," she panted out.
Kevin smiled against her skin and mumbled just loud enough for her to hear, "Exceptionally good, but this is funny why?"
"I just didn't know it could be that good," she giggled again, "especially since we are still mostly dressed."
At that he began laughing too. They both groaned as he pulled out of her and stood again. He quickly disposed of the condom, then returned to his spot between his angel's legs, grabbed her hands, and gently pulled her into a sitting position.
"So, what do you say we fix that?" he asked her, his fingers toying with the straps of her garter belt as he posed his question.
She smiled widely at him and raised her hands to Kevin's neck tugging off his tie and discarding it. Next her hands moved to undo the buttons of the shirt he still wore. Once she had pushed the shirt off his shoulders, he was left in only his boxer briefs that he had righted after their first coupling and the small black mask that covered half his face. He lifted his angel off the table and into his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom. When he reached his destination he tossed her onto his bed, before smirking down at her, enjoying the sight of her half-naked on his rumpled bed.
Instead of joining her on the bed, Kevin grabbed his angel by the ankles and tugged her down the bed, so her hips rested at the edge. His fingers curled into the waistband and slowly pulled them past her hips and down her long legs. He knelt in front of her, and she eagerly spread her legs and stared down at him in anticipation. Before he dove in between her sensitive thighs, Kevin reached up with one hand to push the hard plastic mask off his face.
Suddenly his angel was scrambling up the bed and away from him. Wide blue eyes stared at him looking panicked from behind the white feathered mask she was still wearing.
"Detective Ryan?" her shocked voice rang out.
Women didn't address him like that in the bedroom. Well at least not usually. A sinking feeling of dread settled over Kevin as he realized he must know this woman in a professional capacity. The way the night had gone up until now was too good to be true, but it seemed his luck had run out.
A/N: This was my first time writing smut. Hope it wasn't too cringe-inducing.
