You didn’t have to beg him too much, but it did take a little convincing to get Jim to get you in his police truck after you’d been drinking. It was clique, but there was something about seeing him in that truck that just did it for you. When you saw him driving around town, arm resting halfway out the window, a cigarette dangling from his lips, you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted the man. When he stepped out of his truck, his long legs in pants that had gotten a little snug over the years, and with his shirt stretched tight over his chest, you needed him.
The flirting wasn’t difficult, Jim was a single man, and he appreciated any attention he got. All you had to do was glance at him a few times while he was at the bar on a particularly slow night, and he did the rest. He slid up next to you and began talking. A few more drinks in and the two of you talked until last call. It was then you asked him if he drove his truck to the bar.
A few more flirtatious lines were exchanged and then a tab was paid. By that time, the two of you were the only two left in that bar. He walked you out of the bar with his hand on your hip. The small parking lot was empty except for the owner’s truck. Jim opened the door for you and watched you get in. He stood close to you, close enough that when you turned to get in the truck, your hip brushed against his leg and your arm brushed against his chest. He was warm and firm. You settled into the truck and put your seatbelt on. Jim leaned in through the door frame, having to duck down to be able to see inside.
You turned to him and he immediately kissed you. It was rough and wet and tasted like whiskey. He grunted into your mouth and you moaned back. His large ran ran from your shoulder down to the right side of your waist, his other arm rested on the top of the door frame. Your hands grabbed at the flannel covering his chest. His silence and control was maddening; Jim had been cool and calm all evening, while he smoked and drank and smirked at you. You had been trying to maintain your control all evening and had been constantly flustered by everything he did.
His beard scratched our cheeks, his lips were soft, and the tongue he had slipped past your teeth was making your brain go fuzzy. You had been processing things a little slower since you’d been drinking for the past few hours and wondered momentarily if Jim felt the same. You suddenly pulled away from him and asked and blurted out your question.
“Are you drunk?” You asked. Your eyes were still closed and your hands were still gripping onto his chest.
“A little,” Jim said and chuckled.
He ducked back down to kiss you. You turned your head slightly, so he began licking and sucking at your neck.
“Should you be driving?” You asked.
You couldn’t help the little moans that fell out of your mouth while Jim continued to suck and lick and scrape his teeth across your skin. He grunted some type of response and reached down to unbuckle your seatbelt.
“Nope, probably not,” He mumbled into your neck.
He then began pushing you back into his truck, laying you down so he can climb in after you. You had to maneuver your body awkwardly out of the way of the gear shift, but once you moved back that, you were able to lie on your back. Jim stood at his truck door and smiled at you. He looked around the outside of the truck, making sure no one was around. The bar owner was, but he was no bother. He knew everything about everyone in this town in a way that only a bartender in a small town can. He always kept secrets.
Jim ran his hands over your thighs, gripping onto your thighs hard while he felt you up. You tried to reach out to grab his belt, but he pushed you back down.
“Stay there,” he said. Jim’s voice was rough. He smiled when he saw you eyes widen and you nod. “Why did you ask me if I had my truck?”
You paused for a moment and looked to your side. He unbuttoned your jeans and started pulling them down your legs. He pulled them off far enough so they pulled at your ankles, but they weren’t able to fall off passed your shoes. You don’t know why that question made you blush, but it did.
