This idea had been bouncing around in my head lately so I thought I would give it a try.
"STILES!" I screamed as I clenched tightly around him.
I heard him laugh before groaning and rolling off of me. I tried to catch my breath as my heart pounded hard against my chest. I swear to god this boy was going to be the death of me, I was going to spontaneously combust.
"Fuck, you're going to be the reason that I stop breathing. This has to be the best way to relieve stress in the world," he said breathlessly, turning onto his side. "You're amazing at what you do."
I rolled my eyes before getting out of bed and running a hand through my messy hair. I started hunting for my clothes as I said, "You make me sound like prostitute or something. I'm at least classy enough to not as you to pay me and I'm cleaner. That's two bonuses for you, dearest; where the fuck did my panties land?"
He got out of bed and tugged his boxers on. His dimples poked out as he picked up a scrap of lace and held it up. I recognized them as my panties but they were completely shredded through from where he was in such a hurry to get to me.
"Are you fucking serious? I can't go commando, I'm wearing a skirt! Have I left any here before today?" I asked, pulling my bra and tank top back on. "I'm sure I have."
He walked over to his dresser and dug through before pulling out two different pairs. "You have a green thong or a pair of pink boycuts. Which ones would you prefer?"
"The boycuts, please," I smiled, catching them when he threw them to me.
I pulled them on before tugging on my skirt and other shirt. I walked over to his mirror and fluffed my hair back up. I fixed my makeup and readjusted my jewelry that had gotten jostled earlier. I looked behind me and saw that Stiles was slowly approaching me.
Once he was right behind me he wrapped his hands around my waist and kissed from the back of my neck to my ear. "Why do you have to leave so early? I still have some tension that I need to relieve."
I picked my phone up off of the table in front of me and slide the bar across it. "You have to meet up with Scott and Derek in about forty-five minutes and you smell like sex. You can't go around werewolves who think you're single and smell like sex, that doesn't happen. Go shower and make yourself fresh again."
"I can shower and meet up with them in about twenty minutes, why did you give me forty-five?" he asked, puffing out his bottom lip and giving me those puppy-dog eyes that made my knees go weak. "Is there someone else, Thorne?"
I rolled my eyes before pushing him off of me. I put my phone in my purse before throwing it onto my shoulder and reapplying my lipstick before kissing his cheek.
"Of course there's someone else. You didn't think I could just fuck one guy did you?" I made sure to throw in a wink before going outside to my car.
I sat in the front seat for a while trying to remember why I'd gotten myself into this mess in the first place. I wasn't a whore, Stiles was the only boy I'd ever slept with but we weren't in a monogamous relationship. I was suddenly thrown back to the faithful day two months ago that we'd made this arrangement.
I was sitting outside school waiting on Stiles to get out of detention. His Jeep had broken down and I was his only way of getting around. I was often the only form of transportation for werewolves and bitchy hunter girls and it sucked.
I heard a knock on the passenger side window and it made me jump. I let out a couple of curse words under my breath before unlocking the door and waiting for Stiles to slide inside. I tried to ignore the way his scent engulfed me but I felt a whimper working its way out of my throat.
"What's wrong? You look like you could chew up nails right now," he said as I reversed jerkily and drove onto the main road. "Did someone make you mad or something?"
I just shook my head before replying, "No, I'm just a little bit overwhelmed by everything that's going on in my life right now. I'm a fucking chauffeur for a shit ton of people and I have to watch my every move because there are crazy ass werewolf hunters out there. There's some twisted ass lizard bitch out there that's trying to kill everyone that's close to the wolves and I feel like I'm going to explode."
He nodded before licking his lips and talking, "I know what you're saying. My best friend is a werewolf and he's being hunted down by a bunch of crazy ass hunters. The one that's leading the hunt is now our principal, the girl that I've been in love with forever may or may not be a werewolf too, Jackson isn't changing so he's a total douche, and then there's that Issac dude who may or may not be killing everyone. Don't even get me started on Derek and how scary he is."
"We should write a book about our lives. The only humans in a pack of werewolves, it would make us millions," I smiled as I made my way towards Stiles' house.
"Yeah, I just wish I had an outlet for all of the stress, you know? Scott and the rest of the wolves can shift and it makes them relieve some of it but I can't do that. It just gets a little much sometimes," he said, running a hand over his hair.
A thought hit me but I blushed, it was insane. I said it anyway, "We could do things to release some of the tension in our lives. If you want to, I mean, I know it's kind of crazy but I think it could work."
His cheeks turned red as he turned to face me. "Are you saying that we should just use each other to relieve some of our tension? Have sex with no strings whenever we want to just because we can? Are you sure you're okay with that?"
I blushed again at how stupid it sounded. "Yeah, but now that you say it out loud it sounds crazy. Maybe we shouldn't do that, I don't want you to think that I'm a whore or anything. Oh my God, I sound like a total tramp."
He didn't say anything to stop me. He just undid his seatbelt and took my face in his hands, tugging my lips to his. He knotted his fingers in my hair and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth across it.
We ended up on his bed with me in just my panties and bra and him in his boxers. He had a little difficulty unclasping my bra so I slid my hands behind me and helped him. Once he'd tugged it off of my body, I felt self-conscious and bit my bottom lip. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down at my hands instead of his face.
"What's wrong? I thought you wanted this, are you having second thoughts?" he asked, taking my cheeks in his hands and tilting my head up to look at him. "You don't have to do this. We can go back to our normal lives and act like this never happened if you want."
I shook my head and removed my arms, allowing him to pin them up by my head. When he started kissing my neck I whispered, "I'm a virgin so please be gentle the first time."
He pulled back and gave me a soft look. "You're a virgin and you just want to give it to me for no reason? I thought that all girls were dead set on their first time being perfect and stuff."
I just rolled my eyes before pulling him back to me. Once he realized that this was going to happen he tugged my panties down my legs and I pulled off his boxers. He dug through his wallet until he came out with a condom.
He clumsily slid it on and I had to bite my lip to keep in my giggles. Once he had it on securely he braced himself over me. I sobered up quickly and clutched his shoulders as his tip barely passed my entrance, I hissed at the burning pain. He tried to stop but I shook my head and made him keep going.
It wasn't as graceful as the movies and I didn't cum until after when he rubbed me with his fingers. I felt some of the tension dissolve away after I left his house that day. Man, a girl could get used to this.
I didn't think about the repercussions of my choices at that time. I never thought about falling in love with him because of it. I was completely head over heels for him now but to him I was just the girl that he was fucking.
We'd thought about this and made rules:
We never cuddle afterwards.
We don't kiss passionately, just a brush of the lips.
We don't leave hickeys.
Never say I love you.
Yeah, I was completely fucked.
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