Elliot's staring off into the distance thinking about everything and nothing at once when he hears a faint knock on his passenger window. It's Olivia and she has coffee. Exactly what he needs considering his eyes are getting heavier as the sunsets. It's like slow motion watching her pass the coffees through the window to him, and he gulps, not able to tear his eyes away. Her low-cut shirt is giving him a perfect show, and he can't believe he's staring. Her breasts are looking as perky as ever, and he just wants to take them into his mouth. Fuck, what is he thinking? He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. He tries to picture his beautiful wife in his mind before Olivia climbs into the car.

"Captain said I should join you since he thinks this is going to be a long one," she says, adjusting herself in her seat. She leans forward and reaches into his lap to take her coffee. His cock twitches at her being so close to him. He closes his eyes and takes in a quick breath to get his composure. He wants to take her right here and now.

"Yeah, so far there's been nothing," he murmurs, glancing over at her not trying to make eye contact. He knows she'll be able to read his thoughts instantly. Neither of them are stupid, and they know that they are playing with fire and gasoline.

Olivia pretends she didn't just see him try to gain some composure. Does he really think she can't read him after over a decade of being by his side 24/7? She knew she influenced him but tried to ignore it to the best of her ability. Something in the air had shifted, and she knows he feels it too. The air was thick with sexual tension, and she couldn't cut it with a knife if she wanted to. She wanted to touch him, but she couldn't get herself to. She wouldn't be the one to ruin what they have. He would have to make the first move.

"Looks like we are going to be here all night," she laughs, taking a swig from her lukewarm coffee.

Elliot sighed, not knowing how he was going to endure being this close to her for hours. The sun had already set, and the streetlights were coming on, but they didn't light up the alleyway they were hidden in. He looked over at her once more, but this time his gaze was concealed by the night. She was a forbidden fruit, and he yearned to take a bite out of her. He had always dreamed about her taste whether it was salty or sweet. Or would it be a wholly unique flavor of its own? He was suffocating in her intoxicating scent of sweet flowers and vanilla. Maybe he could have one touch and it not result in the end of his world.

"Liv," Elliot whispered, he can't stop himself as his hand comes out to rest on her inner thigh. All thoughts of his wife had vanished from his mind. Did it make him a horrible person? He didn't care, he would go to confession. He'd spent too many years waiting for this moment, too many years dreaming of putting his cock in her and not Kathy.

Electricity felt like it ran up her thigh straight to her core, soaking her instantly. Fuck, she just wanted him to feel what he does to her. Her heart was racing so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts as she stared down at how close his hand was to her wetness. He let his hand slide higher up her thigh, and her hand instantly shot down to stop his.

"Elliot, please," she says, she glances up to meet his eyes. She was over the games, and frankly, didn't give a fuck any longer if he was married.

"Just fuck me," She demanded. They had spent 11 years pretending there was nothing there, and she was fed up. She knew what she wanted.

That was it for him. His mouth captured hers in a fervent kiss, and the world exploded around them. Olivia lowly moaned into his mouth, opening her lips for him. Their tongues met, battling in an endless war upon one another. Would anyone see them? Elliot didn't care, it excited him even more and he was already ready to bust out of his pants.

Olivia broke the kiss first so she could eagerly start peeling off her jacket and kick off her shoes.

"Get in the backseat, now," Elliot commanded, and she immediately started climbing into the back giving Elliot the opportunity to slap her delicious ass.

She yelped loudly and laughed, "Hurry up, if you're wanting to get lucky, Stabler." Her heart was fumbling along in her chest at the thought. She wants him more than she wants to have a clear conscience.

Elliot was in the backseat before she could finish her words. His hands went for her shirt and brought it above her head, slinging it into the front seat once it was free of her body.

"These are exactly what I've been wanting," he says, taking her flawless tits into his palms. She smirks at him before he bites down on her tender flesh causing her eyes to roll backward.

"Fuck, El," she gasps. He switches to the other breast to give it the same undivided attention. She reaches her hands between them and starts working on his belt to set him free. She wants his length in her bare hands.

He snatches her hands from him and pins them above her head to the ceiling.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, Liv" Elliot smiles down at her before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra to free her tits from their confinement. She moans at the feeling of freedom, at the feeling of his hands on her. In a quick movement, Elliot has her pants and panties pulled off her and on the floor.

"You're more perfect than you know," He whispers staring down at her body lying before him.

"Shut up," she laughs and pushes him back into his side of the seat. It's her turn. She rips his dress shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. He laughs at her eagerness, shutting up when she palms him through his pants. She unbuttons his black dress pants and pulls them from his body. He pops free and she inhales sharply at the sight of him, even more than she's ever imagined. She takes him in his hands and leans forward to take him into her mouth. She hears his breathing stop, Olivia laughs. The effect she has on him turns her on more than he will ever know. She can feel her wetness seeping down her inner thighs for him.

She takes a long lick up his length to the head and then spits on him to get him wet for her mouth. He sucks in a breath and groans at her actions. In all his years, Kathy's touch had never felt this way to him. He knew he was going against God, and Satan had never looked so enticing.

She gently sucks on his head, and he swears, laying his head back on the headrest so he can try to gather the world around him. She takes him into her mouth and sucks him to the far back of her throat. How far can she go, he wonders? Olivia smiles with her mouth full of his cock, knowing exactly what he's thinking, what they all usually think. She sucks again, slurping sounds filling the air, and he lands in the far back of her throat. She pushes her head down onto him and gargling sounds escape her. She hums, pulling him from her mouth, and then she shoves herself back down onto him. Her hands move up and down his length with her mouth making sure all of him is receiving attention. Loud groans pour from him and his hand flies to the back of her head, lacing his fingers in her hair for a grip. He takes control and pushes his hips to her, fucking her mouth. She moans feeling him finally picking up to her pace. He takes this as a sign and pulls her head up and pushes it down as far as his cock will go. She finally chokes on his cock, and he smiles, but she doesn't push away from him. He glances down at her to see her nearly black eyes staring up into his eyes, and she looks delectable with her mouth full of him. Tears run down her flushed cheeks, and a mixture of him and her saliva oozes from her mouth. He was going to devour her. His eyes bore into hers as he pushes her head back down onto him watching her eyes never shut as he shoves into the back of her throat. This time she twists her head and hands giving him the friction he didn't know he needed.

"Fuck, Olivia," he cusses, he pulls her head up his body and kisses her deeply. She's got to stop, or he will not survive the night.

"You are mine, baby" he pulls away, growling his words at her. He pushes her back in the seat where she's laying down. Olivia's breaths are ragged, and she can't wait for his mouth to be on her. For a moment, her brain catches up and realizes what's going on and she feels like her heart might rupture in her chest.

Elliot picks up her hips and brings her to his mouth, bowing her body in the air, getting a squeal from her. She's more limber than she thought she was. She melts in his hands when his tongue licks up her soaked, glistening folds. A long, harsh moan rolls from her vocal cords, because at last, he is on her. Her taste coats his tongue, and he finds that she is sweet and salty, all at once. He takes another lick, and she whines, grinding her hips into his mouth. He groans into her pussy at the sounds she is making, shoving his tongue deep inside of her. He eats her like she's his last dinner, and he won't die until he's filled. She's dripping for him, and he makes sure to not miss a single drop of her. She can feel herself getting close with each flick of his tongue on her clit. Another few thrusts of his tongue into her sends her crawling back into the door away from his mouth.

"Please, please, please," she begs, and he chases her and keeps his mouth to her pussy. He flattens his tongue over her clit with each swipe, pushing down harder, sending her over the edge. She yells out and her hands slam into the foggy window trying to grasp for something, anything to hold her down to this universe before she floats away.

Elliot pulls her hips back down in the seat roughly to his, wraps his hand around her neck, and pushes himself into her slickness, "I told you I was going to fuck you right, didn't I?"

"Yes," she mumbles and moans under his tight grip. She feels like her body is going to explode at the intense fullness. He's in her, in her veins, taking over all her senses. No man has ever made her feel this way. She didn't believe in God, but his cock was putting the holy spirit in her. He was going to make her a believer tonight.

Olivia rotates her hips with each plunge of his hips, making him grip her neck harder. The sensation makes her skin crawl with pleasure. Each rotation and thrust makes him hit a certain spot that makes her feel like she's going to bust. She whimpers with each hit. The sound of their sweaty bodies meeting repeatedly feels the car and it's all she can hear. She can feel him in her stomach, and it makes her pussy tingle with the desire for more. She reaches a hand between them to touch herself, feeling him slide in and out of her makes her swear under her breath. She can feel a pressure she's never felt before building in her pelvis, making her back arch in the air while she moans out at the feeling. Another rotation of her hips, another flex of his grip on her neck, and it sends her screaming and squirting all over him. She claws at his arms in ecstasy, leaving behind marks he will spend days trying to hide from his wife.

He lets out an inhuman growl realizing she just came all over him, something he's never experienced before with Kathy. The wetness of her all over his torso makes his cock feel like it's going to explode inside of her. His hand slips from her throat and he inserts two fingers into her already gaping mouth.

"Suck," he demands her, he's almost there. He feels her tongue flick over the tips of his fingers, and he hisses. Fuck, she's going to be the end to him.

His pace picks up as he feels himself getting near and his uneven breathing gives Olivia an idea. She pushes him backward and out of her, and he groans but doesn't resist. She takes him into her mouth and sucks him to the back of her throat. She lets out a low, throaty moan sending vibrations down his shaft, and he cums, shooting his warm seed down her throat. She gladly swallows, tasting all of him, sucking until he is through and coming back down to Earth.

"Fuck, Liv," he grumbles out, his body going limp and his head falling back onto the headrest.

She licks her lips and comes up to face him with a dirty smirk on her face, "So, can this be our new stakeout routine?"