Back to Connor's SUV

***** Please Note - Most of this section was written by BosomBuddies and edited to fit this storyline

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RIA

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I cuddled up against Connor's chest, using his body heat to stay warm as we snuggled close together.

The back of his Grand Cherokee wasn't exactly the most comfortable place on earth. He pushed the back seats down so we could lay in the back - the length of the trunk plus the seats was just a few inches longer than I was tall. It was cramped, hard, and not the cleanest but I had brought blankets with us and I laid them down to add a layer of comfort and cleanliness. We didn't have anywhere else to go and there wasn't a place in the world I'd rather have been.

It felt so odd to be out on a date with someone other than my husband, almost like I'd woken up to find myself living on another planet; some parallel universe where nothing was quite the same. Like that weird episode of Star Trek where everyone had the goatees.

Connor held me tight in his arms, and the steely scent of his cologne hit my nostrils.

"This is nice," I sighed. "Peaceful."

Connor laughed, "'Peaceful' isn't exactly the word I would use to describe our day today. 'Sexy as hell,' maybe. 'Frustrating,' 'crazy,' 'confusing' - and let's not forget 'painful.'"

He rubbed the lump that had formed on his elbow after his spectacular ice skating wipeout.

"Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he quickly added.

I twisted around in his arms and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"You seem nervous," I said.

"I'm just hoping Shane doesn't hate me for touching you the way I did earlier tonight. And Tracy... she and I JUST got back together yesterday! What if the four of us all playing around like this screws that up?"

"Tracy loves you, Connor. She's not gonna lose you a second time."

He sighed and looked at me with his sad, hungry puppy eyes. "I want you so, so bad, Ria. So bad that it hurts to look at you sometimes. Like, actually, physically hurts."

"Blue balls?" I teased.

He frowned. "I'm being serious. And no, it's way worse than just 'blue balls.' It feels like I just took a punch to the stomach. My mouth gets all dry. My throat gets tight..."

"Connor-"

"Besides Tracy, you and Shane are the only family I've got. I don't want to be the guy who fucks up your marriage."

I hugged him reassuringly. "Shane already knows how I feel about you, Connor. Nobody's cheating, nobody's lying, and nobody's got their head buried in the sand. We're all scared, but honestly? The alternative scares me more."

"What do you mean, the alternative?"

"I mean the alternative where you and I spend the rest of our lives pretending like there's nothing going on between us. Like I don't have to fight the urge to rip your clothes off your body every time you say hello. Like it's all just some harmless flirting and winking between two good friends. I'm terrified to think I might go my whole life, never..."

Connor swallowed, his mouth dry. "Never what?"

In reply, I slowly lowered my hand to his lap-felt the firm outline of his erection-and squeezed.

Something in Connor snapped. He kissed me hard on the mouth, pinning me beneath the weight of his muscular body.

My back pressed hard against the reclined seatback, but I ignored it, grinding up against Connor. His strong hands snuck up beneath my shirt and squeezed firmly around my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bra.

I gasped, reflexively throwing my head back from the sudden shot of intense pleasure.

"Ria..." he moaned, pulling me even closer. I licked the side of his neck. "I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need all of you!"

My palm rubbed away at his crotch, through the fabric of his jeans. Connor's face looked almost pained from the sensation.

Leaning in towards his ear, I whispered, "I don't just want to be your friend anymore, Connor. I NEVER wanted to be just your friend. Not even a friend with 'benefits.' I want more, and-" I kissed him again, fighting the ferocity of his tongue against mine. "and I want it tonight."

He pulled away, not believing what he was hearing. "You mean-?"

Instead of answering him, I yanked my shirt off, leaving me topless except for my skimpy black bra, then I attacked him.

Our lips mashed together. My breasts crushed against his bomber jacket. My arms snaked around his neck, holding on like a python.

You couldn't have pried us apart with a crowbar.

Once he came to his senses, Connor's hands found my butt and refused to let go. That is until I undid the zipper of my jeans, at which point he let go for the exact amount of time it took me to wiggle out of the skin-tight bottoms, before grabbing my bare ass. His fingertips slipped along the thin fabric of my thong between my cheeks.

We were cramped, and taking off our clothes wasn't the easiest, or the sexiest thing but we made due, somehow pulling off Connor's jacket, shirt, and jeans without bumping our heads continuously on the roof of the car.

I bit my lip in anticipation as his underwear came into view, an enormous bulge stretching out the dark blue cotton.

God, he was big. I'm not a size queen or anything, but Connor had a DAMN nice cock, and the thought of it filling up my body sent an anxious shiver down my spine.

I propped myself up on my elbows, thrusting out my chest-showing off the delicate lace bra my husband had bought me for my birthday.

I didn't want to wear it, anymore.

"Suck on my tits," I commanded.

Connor was happy to oblige. He violently yanked down the flimsy black bra straps and dropped his face into my naked cleavage. I moaned from the stimulation of my nipples dragging across Connor's handsome, chiseled features as he licked and suckled.

"Oh yeah..." he groaned.

While Connor feasted on my boobs his fingers stabbed down beneath the waistband of my panties. My hips writhed, out of control-smearing honey across his entire hand.

For a few minutes we wrestled around in the cramped space, making out and caressing every inch of each other's bodies we could get our hands on. I was so wet, so hot, so ready, so desperate for Connor's gorgeous big cock...

I rolled on top of Connor and pried myself from him momentarily, glancing at the center console clock.

11:43

Hell and damnation! It still wasn't midnight?!

Fuck it, I thought. It was close enough. What difference did seventeen little minutes make, anyway? What harm could there possibly be? For all I knew, Shane hadn't been able to wait, either. What if he and Tracy were already off somewhere, screwing each other's brains out?