Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me haha, okay so I decided to write another shortish chapter for this because I am trash haha, thanks for all your support and hope you like this update xxx

Okay so it wasn't a massive secret that Kayla had no shame.

As in none at all. Nada, zip, zilch.

Plus, a three-hour road trip back to Beacon Hills was bound to cause her a little restlessness and unease, being cramped up in the jeep with not much else to do bar play some tunes and pick at her cuticles.

Which was why she totally blamed her short attention span as she slyly, slowly, without so much as sparing Stiles a glance, lifted her hand off her on lap and rested it above his knee, gently letting her hand drift backwards and forwards over his jean clad knees.

He tensed a little at the start but soon relaxed, twisting his head from his intense staring at the road ahead to shoot her a small boyish smile, lifting his palm off the gear stick and laying it over hers, intertwining their fingers.

"We'll be home soon" He mumbled, "Assuming this damn Jeep doesn't break down on us – again"

"And what do you plan on us doing when we get home?" She asked suggestively with a small quirk of her lips, cocking an eyebrow.

"I don't know" He shrugged, quickly sparing another glance at the road before meeting her gaze again, "We could order take out, maybe watch a movie" He continued, completely oblivious to her meaningful hint, "whatever you'd like… I'm chill"

"I was thinking something a bit more… strenuous" She smirked, biting on her bottom lip as he sent her a confused look.

"Like running?" He asked cluelessly, "Cos babe I always end up this horrible sweaty mess and more often than not collapsing in a heap while you keep going still looking majorly hot, running and me just don't complement each other"

"Maybe there's some other sweaty activity we could do?" She grinned but he just frowned a little, completely missing the point, "something that we both could enjoy"

"I love tennis" He smiled, "Seriously, that's the one sport I can kick Scott's ass in"

Wow… surely she wasn't being that subtle was she?

"Okay Stiles" She laughed, shaking her head fondly, "I'll keep that in mind"

The comfortable silence returned, quiet music playing idly in the background and a few minutes later, as he unclasped their hands to change gears, she let her palm drift further up his thigh, rubbing circles it.

From the corner of her eyes she saw him gulp as she traced absentminded patterns over the sensitive flesh, frowning down at her actions before sudden realisation dawned on his features and he sent her a gobsmacked look.

"Oh my god… you totally meant sex didn't you?"

"And finally… the penny drops" she chuckled playfully, "Yes Stiles, my very obvious hints about strenuous and sweaty pleasurable activities were meant to suggest sex but if you would rather play tennis then that's fine too" She laughed loudly as he sent her a mild playful glare.

"Okay you are so on" He challenged, nodding his head quickly as he glanced between her and the road, "As soon as we get home I'm going to fuck you in every room of the house" He muttered and just as she was about to praise his dirty side he frowned, "Well… not in my dad's bedroom because that would just be weird. And I know sex in a kitchen isn't that particularly hygienic but..." she had to literally bite the side of her cheek to not bust out laughing at him, "Plus the basement is flooded right now – but does that even count as a room? Maybe not. So like two thirds of my house then"

Somehow his fumbly and awkward personality was such a turn on, like seriously.

"Two thirds sounds good too" She smiled, allowing her nails to lightly sink into his legs as she traced random lines and patterns, enjoying the way his leg jolted at her touch, "and what are you planning to do to me in each of these rooms?"

He blushed a little, his hand tightening around the steering wheel.

"I thought fucking you kind of covered that…"

But his fumbly and awkward personality combined with swearing (which he hardly ever did) you bet your ass she was doubly turned on.

"Specifically" She grinned, crossing her long bare legs and watching as he shot them a nervous and needy glance, his eyes trailing from her shins all the way to the tops of her thighs where her denim shorts ended, "What are you specifically gonna do to me? C'mon… you must have something in mind" She teased with a smile, "some deep hidden dirty desire?"

He coughed, trying to cover up his low groan at her suggestive voice, diverting his eyes back to the road.

"Uh… I don't-don't know" His voice changed about ten pitches proving that, actually, he did know, "I um… I erm, oh god-" He cut himself off as she moved her hand higher up his thigh, making him jump, "I d-dunno"

"Really?" She teased disbelievingly, gently scooting over a little closer to him so she could slide her hand around his thigh, lightly grasping at the flesh, "There isn't anything you want to do? Me to do? To wear? Not wear?" She smirked, "are you suuuure?" She drawled out, biting down on her fleshy bottom lip.

"… U-Um… Eh… heh…"

"Tell me" She whispered gently, sliding over the seats again and leaning up to catch his ear lobe between her teeth, smiling as she did so, especially when he jumped and jerked the steering wheel a little, "tell me and we'll do it"

Oh crickey…

It literally took all of Stiles' self-control to keep his eyes on the road, especially as his girlfriend was draping herself over him, touching him in places she knew just turned him on and, wow, they were gonna crash and die because holy crap he could not concentrate. On anything. Like at all.

"Uh… I would want to… I would… eh…" He used all his concentration on not letting his eyes roll back into his head as she ran her tongue around the shell of his ear, his entire body buzzing, "I would make you wear that-that uh… tight short leather skirt and… and… hmmm-" He had to pause as her hand roamed upwards and over the growing bulge beneath his jeans, "-h-handcuff you… then bend you over the couch and take you right there"

"Hmmm" She grinned, pleased with his admission, "Slow or fast?"

"Hard" He answered breathlessly, too distracted with her hand palming him over his jeans, desperate to get rid of the layers and for her to touch him, "So damn hard"

She flicked his ear lobe with her tongue, her hot breath tingling across his skin making him shiver.

"Then what baby?"

He was still flushed red but his mild embarrassment was washed away by need, plain and simple.

"Then I'd… I would take you against the wall and make you know you aren't allowed to say a single word until I told you you can"

"And what would you do if I broke your rules?" Her lips quirked as she rubbed her thumb over his bulge, "How would you punish me?"

He took his eyes off the road, slowly twisting his head to the side to stare at her, dark lustful eyes drifting across her face before they finally settled on her plump lips, yearning to feel them on his, to taste them, run his tongue along her bottom lip before letting it dance with hers. Jesus, it wasn't even funny what she did to him, his body, his high IQ easily getting slashed in half.

He licked his lips, tilting his head down to try and capture her own but just as he felt them brushing over hers, the pressure making his head swirl she raised her free hand and cupped his jaw, slowly twisting his head back around to face out the window.

"Eyes on the road Stilinski" She teased and he had to literally blink a hundred times over to try and focus, "I'm sure you don't want to lose control…"

Her tone held some other highly suggestive deeper meaning, obviously knowing how badly he did want to lose – especially when she was under him, or on top of him, or pinned down somewhere where she was at his mercy.

Oh dear lord…

He focused back on the road, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"Would you make me… please you?" She grinned, skimming her lips down to rest on the side of his neck, her hand continuously slowly palming and working him over his jeans.

God yes he would.

His silence was as good as a yes to her and she smirked, suddenly letting her hand grip at the bulge pressing against his jeans and making them go tight and he gasped, nearly swerving off the road again.

"Except for one thing Stiles… we're not at home yet" She playfully remarked, nipping at his neck, "And although you may be in the drivers' seat I'm the one in control"

Kayla let her teeth gently sink into his pulse point, loving the feel of his throbbing skin flutter under her touch, especially as he groaned and jerked his body, obviously desperate for something more than just words.

She let her hand drift up to the button of his jeans, smirking as she unpopped it and slowly, agonisingly slowly just to irk him, trailed it down over his growing bulge.

"You're killing me here Kaylz"

Shamelessly she responded, "Good"

She worked on leaving a very red, very prominent mark on his neck as she went back to cupping his bulge, working it to the point where she felt him twitch and jerk, silent groans freeing from his lips.

She pulled back a little, her eyes dropping so she could fiddle with the flap of his boxer shorts and pull it back, her desperate fingers immediately grasping his length and slowly pumping the tip, earning a very loud and very needy moan from Stiles.

"Kaylz… Kay I'm… baby I'm driving" He tried to insist but his voice came out weak and breathless, cutting off as she lowered her head and gently wrapped her tongue expertly around the flushed tip, earning a low groan of pleasure to fall from his lips.

"Oh crap…"

Kayla smirked, knowing full well what she was doing to him and, not wasting ant time, lifted a hand to catch his and guide it up to her hair, desperate to feel those long god like fingers grip and tug at her long hair, loving the way he would always do it gently as to not hurt her but still hard enough she could feel his pleasure radiating off his body to hers.

He did as she silently asked, sliding his fingers through her hair before gripping at the tendrils, gently helping guide her head up and down as she wrapped her lips around his pulsating length, sucking him while allowing her tongue to caress each ridge and vein.

She seriously loved doing this and she didn't care what people thought. Feeling how hard her boyfriend was, knowing she was doing that to him, making him feel all those wonderful things, was probably the biggest turn on of all.

He was twitching underneath her, squirming on the seat as he raised his hips, desperate for her to take more of him in and 'yeah okay Stiles' she felt like saying, 'I'm good but I'm not quite porn star good, gimme a second to adjust yeah?'

She pinned his hips down, hollowing out her cheeks as she bowed her head again, letting her teeth edge down his throbbing length, each swipe and rubbing of her tongue placed exactly where he was the most sensitive, a gasp tearing from his throat.

"Oh jesus Kaylz…" He cursed, tangling his fingers through her hair at the feeling of her warm wet mouth tightening around his length, feeling her continuously taking more of him into her mouth and it took all of his self-control to not jerk his hips up because, let's face it, that was a dick move.

She was inching down his length, working him all the way down and he felt himself hit the back of her throat.

"K-Kay, wait-stop" He gasped, not wanting her to go all the way if she didn't want to, trying to keep his eyes on the road, "You don't… you don't have to take all of it"

She glanced up at him, still slowly bobbing her head and at the sight of his flushed hard length in her mouth he almost blacked out, his vision blurring.

"You know I can though" She smirked in-between letting her lips wrap around his flushed tip, her tongue darting along the hardened area. Yup, thank you repressed reflex - when she first 'demonstrated' her rare abilities he was blown away – no pun intended.

But he also knew it could be uncomfortable and that was just basic common sense. He was pretty sure someone's oesophagus wasn't necessarily designed for, well, this.

"Y-Yeah but… only if you wan-want to" He gasped, "I don't want to… to hurt you"

She rolled her eyes playfully, "Stiles just concentrate on the road and relax and enjoy your blowjob, let me worry about my tolerance level for your dick"

He almost chuckled but a sharp pleased moan escaped his lips, interrupting him.

By god… she really was talented with her mouth. Combining soft kisses, gentle bites (which he thought he would never like because teeth and dicks? Not a good combination, except she did it so softly it didn't hurt, just amplified his pleasure by a hundred) and slow sucking to hit all his spots.

"Hmmmm" He hummed, grabbing lightly at her hair, tangling it into a messy bun to guide her head, his eyes leaving the road ahead every few seconds to watch her move over him.

Despite his warnings and worry she did take all of him in. Slowly gliding her lips down to his base, rubbing her tongue over the throbbing vein on the underside of his length and he was actually sure he did black out for a few seconds.

The pleasure was immense.

Like… for real.

Her mouth, searing with heat and wetness expertly moved around him whilst her free hand trailed along his thigh before cupping the rounded flesh, tightening her hands around it.

Oh crap…

He had to grab the steering wheel before he could swerve off the road, his breathing erratic and frenzied.

"Shit… Oh shit…" He cursed quietly, his entire length twitching inside her tight mouth, "Kaylz I'm gonna have to pull over"

Because he knew if he didn't then he would crash, she was that damn good.

She slowly raised her head, sucking sensually on the head of his length, her fingers teasingly rubbing along his balls – it was like she wanted him to crash and kill them both.

"Hmmm" She murmured, unwrapping her lips from his tip and placing gentle fluttering kisses to it instead, "There should be a drive-thru McDonald's up ahead"

He had to slowly shake his head to clear his thoughts, not really grasping what she meant.

"McDonalds? You want to get McDonalds while you have my dick in your mouth?"

Because really?

Her amused eyes flitted upwards to meet his gaze, a smirk gracing her lips as they drifted over his flushed skin and it was a frigging major turn on.

"Sure" She shrugged a little, "I'm sure they've seen worse"

Yeah she was definitely something else. But it was either that or losing control at the wheel and killing them both. He favoured embarrassing himself over dying any day.

Keeping one hand in her hair and the other on the wheel he took a sharp turn left and skidded into the parking lot, heading straight to the drive-thru.

Okay so it wasn't as busy as he thought it was, just a few people mulling about and a couple of cars ahead waiting for their order. Thank fuck, best to limit the amount of embarrassment he felt as possible, the key word being 'he'. Kayla didn't experience embarrassment like normal people.

"Uh… okay… kind of obvious" he hummed to himself as he waited outside the window for someone to come – again, no pun intended – glancing down at Kayla sprawled over his lap, her head slowly bobbing up and down.

"Um…" He was about to reach back, find a blanket or something because his girlfriend giving him head was supposed to be pretty private but before he could a loud voice boomed through the speaker.

"Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order please?"

Oh crap…

He flushed red, biting his lip as he glanced awkwardly out his window, his body freezing as he met tired blue eyes belonging to a rather grouchy looking guy, probably not much older than Stiles, staring at him out his window.

"Um… heh… this isn't what it looks like" He blurted, holding back a groan as Kayla's tongue swirled around him, "I mean… it is… kind of… except not… Uh… please don't call the cops"

Can you imagine though? His dad traveling out of town to arrest his son for indecent sexual behaviour? Oh my god.

The guy's blue eyes simply widened, only now realising exactly what was going on, "Oh… right" But, like Kayla predicted he didn't seem all that surprised, "Dude it's chill, I once saw two old people going at it in the back seat while their carer ordered. Trust me-" He smirked, "-This image is way better"

Silence resumed and all that could be heard was the gentle sounds of Kayla sucking him, Stiles blushing even though he knew the stranger couldn't see anything that didn't make it any the less mortifying.

"So… you going to order?"

"Uh… right" Stiles gulped, trying so hard to focus on anything other than Kayla's tongue stroking him, her mouth contracting around, "I don't… shit Kaylz" He broke himself off as she suddenly tightened her grip around his balls, his body jerking, "Oh god…"

He was sure she grinned at him as she pulled back, turning her flirty gaze out the window as she raised her thumb, wiping her bottom lip of pre cum before sucking it off slowly, sending the wide eyed guy behind the window a seductive wink.

"Two big Macs with large fries and shakes please" She smirked, knowing he wouldn't be able to speak, already hovering on the brink of losing it, "Extra ketchup. Thank you" And with that she just shimmied back down, wasting no time in taking him into her mouth again, picking up where she left off.

"Dammit Kaylz.." He whispered quietly, the grip on her hair tightening but he forced a neutral expression onto his face as he handed the guy a twenty, his cheeks burning with heat.

"I'm-I'm sorry" He mumbled, biting back a gasp as Kayla deliberately grazed her teeth down his length, "My girlfriend she… she doesn't exactly have any-fuck-boundaries" He mumbled, body spasming a little as she caressed her fingers over his rounded flesh, "So-so keep the-oh my god-change"

The guy just nodded, smirking as he did so, "Dude, don't apologise, I totally get it" He grinned, "Enjoy your meal and your blowjob"

Oh my god, what was it with people and having no shame?

He cringed, blushing madly as he inched the jeep forward, waiting in line for their meals, all the while Kayla increased the pressure around his length, the sounds of her wet mouth gliding and sucking all the way from the tip of his length down to the bottom was the only sounds, bar his ragged breathing.

"Crap… oh god… Kaylz, I can't-fuck" He cursed, gently urging her head down, "Oh wow, right there"

She obeyed, sucking hungrily and Stiles screwed his face up, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as he felt his stomach clenching, that blissful warm pleasure suddenly started to explode, his vision tunnelling.

"Kay… Kaylz, oh my god-" He tried to warn but she just soothed him by rubbing his thigh, letting him know it was okay as he jerked involuntarily, his length throbbing and aching for release as he suddenly spilled himself in her mouth.

Flipping fucking hell. He groaned, feeling her lips still wrapped around him, her tongue soothing his length as he jerked inside her, warm cum slipping from his length.

Holy god… who knew the thrill of public sex had this effect on him.

Just as he got his breathing back, ignoring the sweat beads trailing down his forehead, Kayla kissed her way back up his length, licking off each drip of cum he heard a cheerful voice through the buzzing of his ears.

"Thank you for your order – enjoy your meal"

"Um…" Both he and Kayla glanced up, him awkwardly and she shamelessly, licking her lips and raking a hand through her wild and tuggy hair, staring at the old woman's which turned from bright and happy to shocked and mortified in 0.2 seconds.

"Don't worry" Kayla grinned, clambering across his lap to take the brown bag from the woman's loose grasp, "The blowjob was only the starter, I just can't wait for dessert"

And with that the woman promptly fainted.

"What?" Kayla asked, furrowing her brows as Stiles jumped up, trying to see if the woman was okay, "Did I say something?"

a/n) okay I suck I know sorry ahahhaah lol hope you liked and please review ha