Molly Hicks knew she was brilliant. She was a good lawyer. She was good at making sure that she was the kind of person that others came to. She was also a good daughter. The only thing she hadn't been considered good at was dating. Which was how she had ended up on a damned dating app. She knew this was one more about hookups than anything else. It had been a while since she had good fucking sex.

The guy she had been chatting with was more than willing to have a fun night with her, with the chance for more if they connected more than just sexually. To that end, they were meeting in a bar where they had already discussed their drink limits with each other. He had three beers while she had a single cocktail. It was all she ever limited herself to when she was going to have sex.

Molly looked at the phone and checked the time. Then, finally, a message came through that he was on his way, but that work held him up. She knew it was possible. He hadn't talked about what his job was, but he didn't really have fully set hours. Some days, he did clock in and out as he was scheduled, but on other days, he was in before and out long after. There were times he slept there. She had put him down as LAPD. It could be something else, but she knew that the kind of men she was attracted to were those who had a strong sense of right and wrong. It didn't mean much for casual hookups, but the way she had been talking to this guy made her feel like he was like her. He had just gone by D, much like she was just going by M. It didn't work for something long-term, but she felt like a little bit of distance between that profile and her for the start was best.

The door to the bar opened, and a group of people came in. Molly was turning away when she saw someone step up behind the group as they discussed where they wanted to sit down. Molly thought about what Rocker's first name was, and it was so long ago that she had no idea what it was, to be honest. She debated running, but she wanted to meet the guy, even if Rocker ended up staying. He didn't need to know anything about her or her date, and he had better keep his mouth shut. She didn't think he would run off and tell anyone anything. She didn't think so. She really hoped so.

Molly froze when Rocker looked around the room and settled on her. He did a double-take, and then he looked down at where her purse was hanging off her side. The purse that she had sent a picture of to let her date know who she was. She frowned at the way that his eyes bugged out. What kind of karmic retribution was this? That she had matched up with one of her father's men on a dating app. They had discussed more than enough sexual stuff that she wasn't going to be able to look him in the eyes the next time that they saw each other at SWAT HQ. If she left now, that was.

Rocker seemed to get himself under control, and he headed up to the bar where she was sitting, her mocktail in front of her. He looked at it and then looked at her.

"It's a Mocktail," Molly said.

"Yeah?" Donny asked.

"Yup. I wanted to wait to start drinking until you got here, but...it's you, right?"

"That's the purse you sent me, and I'm willing to send you a message on there now, M."

Molly swallowed, and she picked up her cup to take a sip before she shook her head. "No, the purse and the name are more than enough to tell me what I need to know, D."

"It's Donovan."

"That's right. I remember that now. I couldn't remember what your name was when I was sitting here trying to remember. So, are we going our different ways and calling this a fluke? Block each other on the app and make like we never sent those messages?"

"We don't have to. You are an adult who can make her own decisions, and I mean, if Street survived your father's wrath after the breakup, then I'm sure that I can survive whatever happens here."

"I really do want sex," Molly said.

"Then we can stay here, or we can go back to one of our places for the rest of things. We had wanted to meet in public because even I know these apps have people who aren't good on them."

Molly urged him to sit down because this had changed things. She couldn't help but look at his cock as he sat down. It was nice and thick like he said it was. She could see the outline in his pants. It was more than enough to make her ache to have it inside of her. She hadn't had a properly thick cock inside of her for ages, at least not from someone who knew how to use it more than a battering ram on her guts.

"You were married the last I knew, that thing with your wife sending those messages to Cortez."

"Yes, and she didn't let it go. I divorced her because she didn't see where what she did was wrong. I wanted this job, and I loved her, but she only wanted what she wanted. I think she wanted me out of SWAT and back to another job, and I just..."

"She hurt you by trying to remove you from the job you love, and it kind of killed all love that you had for her."

Rocker nodded. He inhaled and exhaled before he ordered a beer. Molly still had a good bit of her mocktail, so she waved off the bartender.

"So divorced?"

"More recently, she fought the whole thing, and it was dragged out in the courts. I had a lot of assets before we married, and she wanted me to fully support her since I was the one wanting the divorce. The judge realized that she wanted to punish me for not leaving my job. She kept her shit form before the marriage, and kept the shit I had before the marriage. All of the assets we acquired while we were married were split. I let her keep the car that I bought her. She didn't get any spousal support or alimony. Which really pissed her off, but she made more than enough to support herself. She hadn't been telling me about the raises and bonuses and had a good bit of money that my lawyer found that she hadn't disclosed, which didn't look good for her as well, but I wanted it all to be fair. It was fair in my eyes that she got nothing of mine, like she wanted."

"Divorces can bring out the worst in people. She's left you alone, right?"

"Yes, she has." Rocker picked up the beer as soon as it was set down. He took a sip and hummed before taking a full drink. He seemed to be very interested in the drink for a few moments, so Molly let him have it.

She hadn't thought that he would be out and looking for a hookup if he was married, because that could very well get him kicked out of SWAT and never be allowed back. There was one thing that her father hated, and it was a cheater. She didn't know what kind of man Rocker was outside of what she knew about him from SWAT. She felt safe with him, though. The idea of going to one of their places was better than hanging out here. They could finish their drinks, cover their tabs, and then get the hell out of there. She didn't want to take Rocker back to her place; her father didn't usually show up without warning, but given the lack of matching with Rocker meant that things were going to happen.

"I think I want to get out of here. You got everything we need at your place?"

"I picked up anything and everything we might need before I went into work today. It felt a little presumptuous, but I wanted to be covered just in case. I didn't want to have an issue with something happening and not getting here on time, like now. And if I went home alone, the stuff I got would last a while. Including the morning-after pill."

Molly felt like that was a little crazy to buy, and then she thought about how big he was, or how big he was when he was soft like he was. They made big condoms for guys like him, but she had to think that even if they had their issues, it was better to be safe than sorry. And Rocker seemed like the guy who was going to have anything and everything that they could possibly need in his place. Not just because of his job, but also because of other things that he has picked up on him over the years.

"So, Rocker," Molly said.

"How about Donny? It's what my friends and family call me. I never quite got attached to Donovan like I think most would probably want when I grew up. Never saw Donny as a kid's name. I don't like Don. I really don't like Don."

"Donny, how about we finish our drinks and get out of here. Did you drive?"

"I did. Did you?"

"NO, I took an Uber here, just in case this failed and I wanted to drink myself to death."

Rocker, no Donny. His name was Donny. Donny pulled a twenty from his wallet and then a five. "That should cover it, right?"

"Sure, that would do it plus some. I got the mocktail that was on special for the night. This place does a cheap assed mocktail to entice the sober drivers to stick to that, and water's free for everyone. It's why I like this place."

Donny nodded, and he drained his beer as Molly did the same for the last of her drink. Then she slipped her hand into Donny's. She knew the goal for tonight was to get fucked to Sunday and back. She knew that, and even though it was Donny, a man she knew from her father, she didn't care. She thought that maybe it was better. He wasn't going to do something that would make her go to her father. Hell, she was pretty sure that she could get him to do a lot to keep her from going to her father.

"You wore a skirt," Donny said as they got outside the bar.

"I did. I don't always, but this was what I wore to work today, and I got out a little later than I would have liked. Don't worry, I wore nice panties and a bra."

"Hmm, I guess that I'll have to be the judge of that." Donny was leading them toward a parking lot that was for the bar, where people could leave their cars if they got too drunk and needed a ride home.

Molly waited until she realized what his vehicle was before she leaned into it as he got it unlocked. Then she pulled him close to her, kissing him before she could talk herself out of it. Donny didn't allow her to control the kiss for long before he was in control, his hands pressed to the truck on either side of her, making sure that she wasn't going anywhere. Molly was already aching, and they hadn't even touched. She wanted it, and she wanted to know what it felt like. She felt like she was going to go crazy. She had no idea what the chance of them getting to do anything in this place was. It all depended on what Donny had brought with him, if he did bring anything. It was insane, but she wanted to get off now, all from a kiss and her own want.

Before she could ask for whatever he wanted to give her, they were moving. Donny moved her with ease, and then he was setting her aside in the truck, her legs spread with him between them.

"You said you wanted to forget everything for a while," Donny said as he kept his gaze on her.

"Yes, I do. "

"Good. Then you are going to be a good girl and you are going to do what I tell you to do."

Molly felt herself getting wet from that. She knew that he could be a dominant bastard. She had heard him on call-outs before, usually when stopping to meet her father. He was light-hearted when they weren't deep in a call, but this was different.

"Spread your legs even more, as far as you can without hurting yourself."

Molly did as he asked before she looked around. She realized that he had parked where no one was going to be coming to this side of the truck.

"The cameras don't cover here, not with the truck in the way. I'm going to take off your panties and then I'm going to have some fun."

Donny reached under her skirt, and she let him take her panties off. He slipped them into his pants pocket, like he was keeping a trophy. Then he flipped her skirt up to where he could look at her down there. "Soon I'll see all of you naked. You sent me those messages about what you wanted, and I had to jerk off a few times while thinking about it. I took pictures to show you later, but I didn't want to send dick pics over the app."

"I came several times with my fingers inside of me thinking about you."

"Yeah? You wanted to have me inside of you?" Did you love just thinking about it?"

Molly nodded her head as Donny slipped his fingers up her thighs, and then he pressed his fingers inside of her. She gasped at the angle and the way that he was filling her up like that. She leaned back to give him a better angle, pressing her hands on the seat behind her.

"I have a garage, I think that I want to wait and see what I can get you to do in there. So, I'm going to pull out and go around, and we are going to head to my place."

Molly hated the feeling of his finger leaving her, but she allowed it because she wanted to know what he was going to do because the trip to his place wasn't going to be anything. She knew that.

Donny was quick as he got into the truck, and then he got it started. He buckled in, and Molly took a few seconds to buckle in after getting the door shut. She was moving like she was trying to swim in Jell-O. It was more than enough that she hoped that he didn't do something really stupid, like not touch her at all, while they were heading to his place.

"If you can get off before we go to my place by just humping my hand, you will get a good fuck bent over that seat."

Molly clenched her legs together as she thought about that. She had shared stories about how she had her first orgasms when she had been younger with him, how she had figured out what she liked while getting herself off, once rubbing into the pommel of a saddle while she had been on horseback, while on a ranch, when the family had been on a trip. She had been so ashamed that she had one that was on the back of a horse, but it hadn't stopped her.

Once they were out into traffic, Donny reached over and he got his hand right there under her skirt and between her legs. His knuckles brushed her clit, and then she was planted there in the seat to allow her to fuck into it. She started to move as much as the belt allowed her as he drove. It was the most lewd thing she had ever done while in the front seat of a moving vehicle. She didn't stop, though, using a hand on the seat and the other gripping the Oh Shit handle to get herself into him. Molly lost all understanding of where they were because her whole body was focused on getting off while rubbing into his hand. She was nearly there when she saw him reach up to hit a device on his visor. She moved even faster and came just as he was pulling into the garage. It had been seconds to spare, and she felt like he was covered in sweat from it. He shut off the truck and said nothing.

Donny got out of the truck and came around to her side. She felt boneless from that orgasm, and she had no idea how she was going to get off again so close, but it was like her body was on fire. She wanted to have something else there with her. She wanted to have him inside of her.

Molly had never been manhandled before, but Donny getting her out of the truck and then bending her over to get her pussy right there for him was more than enough to make her horny again. She hadn't ever thought she could like that, but there she was. She heard the rip of a condom package, and then the head of his cock was pressing into her. He was slow as he fucked into her, just a little before pulling out, making sure that she was all on board for what he was doing.

"You were like the best porno. If I had seen something like that growing up, I would have been lured into the fun of watching sex more than taking part in it. You were humping my hand so much. I felt how wet you were getting, and now feeling that wetness all over my cock was enough that I think I want to see it again, after tonight. I'll get you off in so many ways and then make you put on a show for me. Naked in my bed, your body a feast for my gaze."

Donny bottomed out inside of her, pressing inside like he was trying to make us there was no part of her that wasn't filled up with him. He stayed like that, then he pressed a hand on her back, pressing her down into the seat, putting her head where she could smell her wetness where she had left it there, which, with the scent of the seats and the way that the truck smelled of Donny, made her ache for him to move.

"Please, move, Donny," Molly begged.

"So sweetly. Ask me so sweetly, and maybe I'll do it."

"Please, please. I ache so much. I want to be filled and fucked. I want to feel you claiming every single inch of me. You can do that, right? Make me forget anyone who's not you."

Donny pulled out, but he didn't push back in fast. No, it was ever so slow. Like he was going to make her remember him after this was done, he pulled nearly all the way out and pushed back in just as slowly. His next wasn't as slow. He slowly sped up, making her forget everything but the cck inside of her. The way that his cock claimed her. She tried to grip the seat to stop him from controlling her, but then his hand was grabbing hers and holding them. He stretched them out and put her right in the place he wanted her, fucking her hard and fast now. She wasn't sure what kind of dominant he was going to be before this, but this kind was more than enough for her. She wanted to tell him to do more, but her voice was gone. She wasn't able to form words at all. There were just the moans of the best fuck she had ever gotten in her life. She came, and he kept on going.

He kept on fucking her through another orgasm before he came as her body clenched around him. He was gentle as he pressed into her as he filled the condom. She had never had sex without one, but maybe that was something she could do in a while; she was on birth control, the kind that suppressed her periods totally. There was little risk, and she could get tested; he could get tested. She wanted to feel what it was like for him to fill her up with his release. Making her drip him out of her as she lay in bed, or even as she was ass up and he got to see the evidence of what he left inside of her. She reached back and played to get off again while he watched, his cream pie still there inside of her, dripping from her fingers. It nearly made her come again.

"You look well fucked," Donny said.

"Yes," Molly said, and she didn't even try to move away from him. She didn't want to move at all, but she knew that she was going to have to. They hadn't even got to the naked part of things yet. They could talk for hours. They had done that over the phone a few times in text, and this was the best sex of her life. So, she was going to figure out how to keep him, now to just deal with her father without him finding out that Donny had fucked her like it ws his job before they really had a first date.

Molly had brilliant plans; she would figure this one out.

The End