you noticed him the second he walked in.

he slid onto the stool beside you without asking. bought you a drink, then another. the conversation flowed effortlessly, his voice low and steady, his hand inching higher up your thigh with every sip. his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles that made your skin prickle and your thoughts scatter. as if he could read your mind, frank leaned in with a smirk. his lips brushing against your ear, and jerked his head toward the door. he didn’t wait for a reply, sliding off the stool and brushing past you like he already knew the answer.

you trailed after him, legs unsteady, abandoning every rational thought for the ache building between them

his car was parked in the shadowed back lot. the second the doors shut, frank’s mouth was on yours. he kissed you fast and messy. the backseat was cramped, leather cool against your bare thighs as he yanked your dress up around your hips. frank's hands were everywhere. one hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss while the other worked its way down your body. it didn't take long for him to find his destination, he shoved your panties aside, not even bothering to take them off and pressed his thumb hard against your clit. rubbing in tight, rough circles that made you gasp. 

you moaned as two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling deep. there was a strange cold feeling pressing against your slick folds, but the heat of his touch drowned it out. his lips left sloppy kisses against your neck as he pumped his fingers lazily, keeping you right on the edge without letting you fall.

"please, frank".

he didn’t bother with a condom. you gasped as he thrust in raw, stretching you in one brutal stroke. your hands flew to his chest, a half-hearted push that meant nothing.

“condom,” you managed, voice thin, thighs already clenching around his waist as he set a punishing pace. every drag of his cock along your walls made your eyes roll back. he gripped your ass hard enough to bruise, angling you so his pelvis pressed against your clit with every thrust. you clenched around him greedily, your arousal already coating his shaft.

he caught your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other went back to playing with your clit. “shh. we don’t need one. doesn’t it feel better like this?” his hips snapped forward, driving deeper, the car rocking with every brutal stroke. “trust me baby. i’m a doctor. i know what i’m doing.”

you moaned despite yourself, pussy clenching around him at the idea. although the idea of getting fucked raw has always been more of a “in theory not in practice” kind of kink.

you know it’s a bad idea but your nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt anyway, feeling the flex of muscle as he fucked you hard. 

"faster," you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer.

he obliged, pounding into you with filthy, rhythmic grunts. the car windows fogged. your breath hitched with each deep stroke. the wet sound of your cunt taking him again and again filling the car.

“fuck im gonna cum,” he rasped, his pace turning ruthless. 

you shook your head weakly. the word pull out died on your tongue as he slammed in deep and held there. despite your attempt of protest your legs remain around his waist, ankles locked together. frank groaned against your ear, his hips bucking weakly against you as he rode out his orgasm. you could feel every twitch and pulse of his cock as thick ropes of cum flooded your insides.

you lay there breathless, his weight heavy on you. his cum already starting to drip down your thighs. 

he pulled back, his spent cock slipping out of you as he leaned back onto his heels. he released his grip on your wrists and pulled his fingers away from your clit. as he reached down to adjust his pants, the cold metal sensation from earlier clicked into horrifying focus. 

there, glinting under the streetlight filtering through the fogged window, still slick from your arousal, was a ring.

a ring on his left hand. 

he was wearing a wedding ring. 

your stomach dropped.