"Y/N, I still need to be able to drive the *** car." He groans, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white, and I giggle against his skin as I continue to suck and place little kisses and bites along his neck.

"But I want you so bad, babe," I moan breathlessly against his ear and his grip on the wheel tightens anymore as he pants slightly, trying to control his breathing.

"Let me focus, Y/N," He mumbles and I throw myself back in my seat, pouting. I rub my thighs together, desperate to create even just a little bit of friction to relieve the pressure.

I bite my lip, a wicked idea forming in my mind and I look up at him as I pop the button of my shorts, slowly sliding the zipper down and Stiles glances at me.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" He asks, his eyes flickering to my shorts as I hook my thumbs into my waistband and slide my shorts down my legs leaving me in the passenger seat in only my dark blue lace panties.

"What you won't." I retort sassily as I spread my legs slightly, trailing my fingers softly over the thin piece of fabric covering me. I can feel the wetness pooling at my center at the thought of him watching me. Sure, he's gotten me off with his fingers plenty of times now but it feels so different doing it myself and having him watch.

I rub along my pussy through the flimsy material and moan when I press against my clit. I can feel myself soaking my panties and I slip a hand into them. Sliding my fingers along my dripping folds and I let out a whimper.

Stiles is staring at me, his eyes occasionally flicking to the road to make sure he's not driving straight into anything, but he looks completely transfixed by the sight of me touching myself.

I swirl my finger around my clit, teasing it softly as I continue to whimper. He places his hand on my thigh, moving his fingers towards me and I slap his hand away with my free hand.

"No touching, Stilinski, you have focus." I tease him, taunting him with his own words and he lets out a growl of frustration. "But oh I wish these were your hands right now. I wish these were your fingers buried in my pussy." I say as I slip a finger inside of myself and moan loudly, pressing my head against the seat and Stiles lets out a sound that comes out in a strangled groan.

"Oh baby I love the feeling of your hands on me." I moan again as I move my free hand to my chest, palming my breast through the thin material of my tank top and I let out a breathy sigh. "I love the feeling of your tongue swirling around my nipple as you take my *** in your mouth."

I slip another finger inside of myself, my breath hitching at the feeling of myself stretching around my fingers and my eyes shift as I look up at Stiles with my violet eyes and he lets out a growl.

He turns the wheel sharply, driving the jeep off onto a barely visible access road before he slams the jeep in park.

"Get in the back seat. Now." He snarls at me and I whimper with need as I slip my fingers out of myself, and shimmy into the back seat. Stiles follows closely behind me and I turn to kiss him but he pushes me down onto the back seat. He stares at me, his eyes darkening with lust and I can feel myself becoming even wetter at the look.

He takes hold of my wrist and pulls my hand up to his face, slipping my fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my skin as he sucks all of my juices off, pulling my fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop.

"You've been a naughty girl, Y/N. Trying to pleasure yourself without me." He says, trailing his fingers down along my sides, his touch feels like sparks against me and I whimper at the sensation as he tears my panties off of me. "I want to be the only one who can make you fall apart like that." He growls, slamming a finger into me and I scream in pleasure. He slides his finger in and out of me, hooking it up to hit my G-spot and I arch my back, quivering under his touch.

"Was it going to be better like that? Was imagining how my fingers would feel inside of you going to be better than this?" He asks as he slips another finger into me, falling into a quick and punishing pace and I buck my hips against his hands.

"N-no," I stutter, breathless from pleasure, my mind so fogged I can barely form any coherent words.

"Good answer." He says as he wraps his lips around my clit and I scream his name in pleasure, writhing against him as he teases my clit with his tongue, his fingers slamming in and out of me.

I tangle my hands into his hair, tugging at it in a desperate attempt to press him tighter against my core and he moans sending vibrations through me and I feel like I'm going to shatter.

"Stiles, Stiles, oh ***, babe don't stop, please don't fucking stop." I moan over and over again. I can feel myself so close to my orgasm as heat begins to boil in the pit of my stomach as the nerves coil tightly.

"Cum for me, princess." He murmurs against me and I let go with a scream, forgetting how to say anything and everything but his name over and over again as I ride out my orgasm against his face and hand. Stiles' tongue continues flicking over my clit over and over again, dragging my orgasm out for as long as possible until I fall limp under him. Shaking with exhaustion.

Stiles pulls away from me, looking pleased with himself, and I pull him towards me. I capture his lips with mine as his hard bulge presses against my still sensitive clit and I moan against his mouth, pulling at the hem of his shirt and he pulls it off over his head.

"Stiles I need you," I moan against him, "I need all of you." I palm him through his jeans and he buries his face in the crook of my neck as he moans. I unbutton his jeans and pull them off of him quickly as he grabs at my tank top and pulls it off over my head leaving me completely naked and him only in his boxers. He pushes his boxers down off of his hips and I straddle him. I give his lengths a couple of pumps and he groans. I tease his tip with my entrance, moaning at the feeling of him pressing against me.

"Y/N, please," He moans, "Don't tease me."

I drop down on him, his length become slick from my juices as he slides into me slowly and I throw my head back, moaning loudly at the sensation of him filling me. I give myself a moment to adjust to his length, the feelings of how he fills and stretches me and I can tell he's doing his best to resist every urge screaming at him internally to thrust into me. I begin to bounce on him, sliding his hard *** in and out of me and he begins thrusting up into me in time with my motion. I clench around him and he groans.

"Oh *** Y/N, do that again baby, that feels so fucking good." He moans and I clench are him again as he takes my nipple in his mouth.

It all feels so good. His tongue swirling around my nipple and his thumb rubbing against my clit as I slam myself down on him again and again. I dig my nails into him shoulders, moaning uncontrollably at the feeling of him hitting my G-spot every time he thrusts deeply into me.

He flips me over so that I'm underneath him, pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming into me again until he's buried to the hilt inside of my pussy.

"YES!" I scream, as I drag my nails roughly down his back, "Oh *** baby yes. *** me, Stiles."

"I love hearing the naughty things that come out of your perfect little mouth." He moans as he continues slamming into me, his hand pressed against the door of the jeep for leverage.

"***, ***, ***," I moan over and over again, pressing my hands against my breasts so that I can roll my hard nipples between my fingers. I roll my hips against him as he thrusts into me and I can see him glance down to where his *** is buried in my *** and he groans, clenching his jaw.

"Just like that, Princess." He growls, "Oh ***, just like that."

I can feel my orgasm shooting through me again and I writhe underneath him as my walls clench around him. His thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier as he begins to twitch inside of me.

I arch my hips up roughly against his last hard thrust, riding out the last of my orgasm and all at once his eyes roll up to the back of his head and he moans my name as he finds his release. He slumps on top of me, no longer able to support his own weight as he pants against me, trying to catch his breath, and presses his face into the crook of his neck. I run my fingers through his hair softly, my breath coming out in hard pants.

"Well, I know what my new favorite hobby is." I say with a smirk and he lets out a shaky laugh.

"You're going to be the absolute death of me." He groans and I kiss him softly, "But god *** it if I'm not going to enjoy ever moment of it." He adds in a mumble.

He slowly lifts himself off of me and we start pulling on our clothes before climbing back into the front seats and Stiles starts the jeep back up again, his hand on my thigh as he navigates us back to the main road. We drive in an exhausted silence and I can't help but feel completely content. We pull up into the driveway of his house and get out of the jeep quickly, stumbling tiredly into the house.

"I can't wait to get you in my bed," He whispers against my ear and I instantly dampen at his words.

"You're insatiable," I growl at him and he grins before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Maybe, but first, a nap." He laughs, carrying me up to his room and throwing me onto his bed.

"I love you, Y/N," He says softly, pulling me towards him and I snuggle in against his chest.

"I love you too, Stiles," I tell him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Now rest up, we're going to be very busy for the rest of the day." I add with a wink and I can feel him harden immediately at the thought.

"Oh ***," He mumbles and I grin wickedly.