A loud boom of thunder startled Jessy Simmons as she drove down the dark, quiet streets of Brook Hollow Missouri. The hour was late. The flash of bright, but scary, lightning illuminated the black sky every few minutes. The stars and the moon were absent, making the night darker than usual. The small town was shrouded in darkness since all the businesses were closed by this hour. The wind howled through the night, making it feel eerie and just a little spooky. Didn’t all scary movies start off this way? She needed to stop watching all those horror movies with Lily.
“It’s just a summer storm. Get a grip, Jessy.” She spoke out loud even though she was alone in the car. Even a simple drive down an empty road seemed unnerving now. She was getting close to the small rental house she shared with her sister. Less than a mile and she would be inside, away from the storm and her overactive imagination.
She and her sister were new residents to this small town nestled in the Ozark Hills, but Jessy loved this quaint rural town despite all the differences from the bigger cities. She was enjoying the slower pace of life and the beautiful green hillsides. Both sisters were hoping for a fresh start away from New York City where they grew up, and away from the drama their dad caused with his deceiving ways. He had never been the typical father who took an interest in his daughters. He made it clear he wanted sons, but after the death of their mom he had completely given up on life. He had drunk away any money he made and often got fired from his jobs. What Jessy had not known was that he also started gambling and owed some bad people lots of money. One day he was found lying in an alley dead. The police told her they had no clues. Soon Jessy learned he owed money to a very bad man who called himself Jagger. Jagger expected her and her sister to pay the debt her dad owed. Men like that did not just forget a debt. When Jessy realized just how dangerous Jagger was, they hightailed it out of town.
Her small compact car suddenly swerved to the right after going over a bump in the road. She heard a loud pop and knew instantly she had a flat tire.
“Oh God,” she prayed. “Please don’t let it be an animal.”
Thinking quickly, she tightened her hands on the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road. Jessy looked around and realized she was in the business area of the town, so she couldn’t knock on someone’s door for help. She didn’t even know the number for a tow truck.
Having no choice but to try to change her own tire, she set the hazard lights on and got out of the car to look around. Normally she enjoyed silent moments, but right now it felt too unsettling. She was in front of the one and only local movie theater but it was closed and empty. No late-night midnight showings like in New York. She sighed, getting out of her car.
She looked down at her skimpy uniform. Jessy worked as a bartender at Kramer’s Sports Bar. Her white tank top was short and tight and her black ruffled skirt left a lot of her ass feeling the strong blowing wind. At least she had changed out of her heels and into flat shoes for the drive home.
Brook Hollow was a safe place she reminded herself as she opened the trunk. She heard that statement many times since moving here two months ago. She hoped it was true.
Jessy lifted the heavy spare tire and let it fall to the paved street. Next, she got the jack out and an old rug that her sister must have thrown in there. Jessy did her own basic maintenance on her car thanks to her dad’s teachings. She had once feigned an interest in auto mechanics in the hopes he would want to be around her. She had just knelt on the old rug and began to turn the bolts of the rim of the flat tire when she heard a loud roaring engine coming closer.
“Great.” She muttered. “With my luck, it’s a serial killer.”
She tensed up when she saw the headlights pull up behind her on the shoulder of the road. She had a tight hold on the crowbar. She’d defend herself if she had to.
“What’s going on here?” Jessy groaned when she recognized the deep masculine voice right away. Her stomach tightened and filled with heat. Lincoln Ramirez, one of Brook Hollow’s police officers. He was worse than a serial killer. He’d kill her with his snarly attitude and boring lectures. The man never smiled. Jessy was sure he didn’t know how to. Instead, he looked hard and cold no matter the occasion. He always had an intense look about him but it seemed deeper when she was around him. His face was unreadable.
“Um. I had a flat tire and now I am changing it,” she answered with a bit of an attitude, not bothering to look up. She couldn’t help it. She might be attracted to Lincoln Ramirez physically, but he treated her like she was five and couldn’t put one foot in front of the other. She wanted to be done and home before the rain hit. Trying to have a logical conversation with Lincoln was impossible. He rubbed her the wrong way. She mentally counted to five and kept on taking the bolts off of the rim. Sure enough he sighed loudly and muttered under his breath.
Jessy felt the chills cover her body as Lincoln’s hands explored every inch of her bare skin. Her pussy clenched and she had to remind herself to breathe. When he pinched her nipple she almost jumped off of his bed. He had a small lamp on, but the room was dim and cool thanks to his AC. He had undressed her and himself in record time. She was impressed with his speed and told him so.
He had given her a wicked grin. “I have been dreaming of this for months. Are you on the pill? I have condoms.”
She bit her lip, feeling a little worried. He had so much more experience than her. Having condoms handy only reminded her of that fact. “I’m on the pill, but maybe we should use condoms, too.”
He gave her an understanding look. He moved her hair out of the way. “I have never not used a condom before. I swear I am clean, Jessy. It has been months for me and now I regret it. I wish I could come to you with no prior experience.”
She had to trust him. That was part of a relationship. She exhaled slowly. “Okay, no condoms needed.”
He took her nipple into his mouth and all her nervousness disappeared. It felt so right. This is what she wanted. It was better than she had ever imagined. She ran her hands up and down his bare muscled chest. There were grooves and hard muscles to explore. She could take her time exploring him. His stomach was flat and chiseled. Her hand wandered down to his cock. It was long and hard as she grabbed onto it.
“You make my cock so hard, Jessy. Damn, baby,” he whispered against her neck. She tried so hard not to blush, glad the room was dim. She ran her hand up and down his cock, loving all the ridges she felt. She wanted her mouth on him, to taste him.
Before she could voice her wishes, he laid her flat on the bed and spread her thighs open wide. She felt the cool air hit in between her legs but it did nothing to put out the fire. His fingers went inside her slick pussy and she threw her head back and moaned at the unfamiliar invasion. Her hips started to rotate at the rhythm of his fingers going in and out of her pussy. Before she knew it, he was replacing his fingers with his mouth.
“Oh, God.” She groaned softly biting her bottom lip. It felt so amazing. His tongue knew just where to tease her and make her wetter. She spread her legs and he lifted one over his shoulder. Jessy held on to his shoulder and closed her eyes.
“You are delicious,” Lincoln said between flicking his tongue on her clit. She felt sensitive and like something big was coming. Seconds later, she felt the climax to her very core and her body shook. Her first orgasm and she could see why people wrote songs and poems about sex. It was out of this world good.
Lincoln looked carnal and needy as he hovered above her. His brown eyes were warm and reminded her of hot coffee. “I have dreamt of this for so long, I wonder if I am dreaming now.”
Jessy smiled up at him and pinched his nipple. “Are you dreaming?”
He chuckled and rubbed the spot she pinched. “No, you little brat.”
He slowly pushed his cock inside of her pussy. His hard cock was half way in then he stopped as if remembering she was a virgin. She had confessed in the car that she had absolutely no experience. Lincoln had driven even faster.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Jessy.” He looked concerned and she caressed his cheek with her hand.
“I’m ready for you, Lincoln,” she promised, feeling anxious but ready. She had waited so long to lose her virginity and here she was having sex with Lincoln of all people. “You are so big but I like how it feels. I need you.”
It was slow and torturous as he thrust into her slick pussy inch by inch. He sank in deeper and deeper into her pussy. She wished he’d hurry it up but she didn’t want to give him instructions. He was the more experienced one. He was big but it felt so good, so different than she had imagined. She felt a deep connection to him already, or was she just crazy? What did she have to base this on?
“You make me feel so wild and desperate.” He groaned, looking down into her eyes with an intense, deep look. He closed his eyes as he pushed further in. She felt her pussy walls clamp down on him and he groaned. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re so tight, baby. I love it.”
Finally, he was all the way in. He opened his eyes and leaned down to kiss her lips. His grin was cocky and full of confidence. He slowed his thrusts down and she wanted to demand he go faster. “I love being connected to you. I knew once we got to this place, my life would never be the same.
She felt full as he thrust in and out of her. She couldn’t speak, she breathed in and out in an effort to control her breathing. She counterthrusted against his motions on pure instinct. She loved how she felt in this minute. The excitement of having Lincoln, the man she dreamed about for months, inside of her in such an intimate manner. Her hands rubbed his back soothingly. He looked like he was in pain but she knew he wasn’t. He lifted her hips and she felt his hard, thick cock all the way inside of her. The bed moved with his hard thrusts. Her body hummed with happiness and she closed her eyes just feeling every little thing. She didn’t want to forget this night ever. It would go down as her favorite, she was sure.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and it made her feel wild and crazy. He sped up his pace and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to hold him as close as possible. Her body felt hot and like little electrical currents ran through her veins. Now she knew what an orgasm felt like, but this one was more powerful.