TOUCH ME...PLEASE

THIAGO'S POV

"Kiss me."

For a moment, I simply stared at her.

The drunk stranger in a tiny red dress sitting in my passenger seat looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, completely unaware of what she'd just said.

I should have looked away. Instead, I found myself staring.

Minutes ago, she'd mistaken me for a wall. Not only that, she'd actually leaned against me and nearly fallen asleep standing up.

Who does that?

The faint scent of her perfume drifted toward me again. It was soft, sweet and feminine.

My gaze dropped to her lips for a brief second. Then, I forced myself to look away.

What the hell was I doing?

Get a grip.

She was intoxicated, emotional, and clearly going through something. Whatever had happened before I met her tonight had left her heartbroken.

The last thing she needed was someone taking advantage of that.

I pulled the seatbelt across her and clicked it into place. "You talk too much," I muttered.

A pout instantly formed on her lips. "I don't." She crossed her arms like an offended child before dramatically throwing her head back against the seat. A few seconds later, she was already mumbling random drunken complaints under her breath.

I shook my head and stepped back before closing the passenger door.

The moment it shut, I released a slow breath as I walked around the front of the car.

Halfway there, my phone vibrated. I pulled it from my pocket, and glanced down at the screen.

It was a text from a contact saved as ‘Mama’.

“Congratulations on your new job. Whenever you're less busy, stop by for dinner.”

I smiled slightly before slipping the phone back into my pocket. Then I opened the driver's door and got in.

I noticed the drunk girl lazily fanning herself. "Hot," she complained.

I started the engine and switched on the air conditioning. Cool air immediately filled the car as her eyes suddenly flew open. She pushed herself upright and undid her seatbelt. 

"What are you—"

Before I could make sense of what was happening, she left her seat and climbed onto my laps, straddling me.

Every muscle in my body tensed instantly.

She didn't seem aware of it. She simply looked uncomfortable and exhausted.

"I feel hot," she complained again.

I gripped the steering wheel tight."Sit back."

“I feel so uncomfortable.” She pouted, face squeezed as she moved slightly against me.

I exhaled sharply, jaw tightening so hard it began to ache.

Fuck.

Sit back.

I repeated in my head.

She tried lifting herself off my laps but dropped down right back, her soft ass bouncing directly against my dick.

Holy fuck.

My entire body stiffened. She was one hell of a stranger. 

She kept murmuring about how uncomfortable she was feeling but I could only stare at her dumbfounded.

“I want to take it off. I feel so hot.” She murmured, eyes glassy like she was going to cry if I didn't let her.

This girl was going to be the death of my patience.

I dragged a hand down my face. “You're drunk,” I said firmly.

“No.” She immediately shook her head. “I'm very much aware.”

I stared at her.

God help me.

I exhaled slowly through my nose and forced myself to look away from her. Whatever was happening right now, I needed to keep my head straight. She was drunk, and clearly not thinking properly.

“Sit back,” I said.

“I don't want to.” She stubbornly said. 

She tugged lightly at the hem of her dress again.

My jaw tightened. “Stop that.”

“Why?”

Because I'm trying very hard to be a decent human being right now.

I stayed quiet as she frowned at me as if I was the unreasonable one. “I want to take it off,” she complained again.

For a second, I considered arguing with her. Then I looked at the way she was practically melting from discomfort and gave up.

Okay.

She was just going to take the dress off. And after that, she'd sit back in her seat and I'd take her home.

Good plan.

So I released her hands and let her do it.

The windows were tinted anyway.

I immediately turned my head toward the window while she pulled the dress over her head.

“Hmm...”

My ears tingled.

That sounded suspiciously like a moan.

What the fuck—

I glanced back before I could stop myself, and instantly regretted it.

Fuck.

Her tiny frame was clad in a sexy, red lingerie set.

I swallowed hard.

I needed to get a grip.

Why did red have to be my favorite colour? And why the fuck was she wearing a red lingerie set? 

Her dark hair spilled down her back in soft waves. Even drunk, she looked ridiculously beautiful. Her long eyelashes brushed her cheeks whenever her eyes fluttered shut. 

She looked far too innocent for the situation she was pushing me in. She probably wouldn't even remember any of this tomorrow.

My gaze dropped briefly to her exposed stomach. The lace rested against smooth skin, while thin ribbons wrapped around her waist.

I swallowed again.

"...hmm..."She moaned again, pinching her nipples through the bra cups. 

Fuck.

Stay calm.

"Move back to your seat." I said roughly.

"I don't want to.” She whined, placing both hands on my chest before shifting slightly on my lap.

My breath caught, then she did it again.

Blood rushed straight to my groin instantly.

My jaw tightened as I gripped her thighs, trying to keep her still.

Damn.

Her skin was unbelievably soft.

I almost cursed at myself.

"Stop moving," I gritted out.

She blinked up at me with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. "How?"

God.

That innocent look was dangerous.

"Like this?" she asked softly.

Before I could answer, she moved again.

My entire body tensed up. Actually, it had been tense from the moment she'd climbed onto my lap.

"Ahh... fuck." Her head tipped back.

I clenched my jaw.

What the hell was I supposed to do with this girl?

"I want to... hmm..." She shifted again. "I feel so hot down here." Then she looked at me. "Please."

I shut my eyes briefly.

She had no idea what she was doing to me. I could feel my self-control hanging by a thread. A part of me didn't want her to stop. 

What the hell was wrong with me?

She was drunk.

I knew that.

Yet every time she shifted against me, my body reacted before my brain could.

“Please…I'm not too drunk, I'm very much aware, please… touch me.” she begged again in a soft whisper, face squeezed with pain and pleasure.

The moment I perceived the sweet scent of her arousal, my last thread of control finally snapped. My hands gripped her hips as I pulled her forward, rubbing her pussy against my bulge.

I stifled back a  groan.

“Fuck… again.” She breathed, burying her head in the crook of my neck.

My muscles contracted beneath my shirt.

Fuck… what was I doing?

I kept rubbing her pussy against my bulge as soft, sexy moans spilled out of her lips. 

I was painfully hard right now and I couldn't think about anything any longer.

Then, she began bouncing against me, moving her hips upward and dropping her ass directly against my bulge.

“Ohh… damn.” She moaned, biting her lips. My large hands gripped her soft ass as I spanked and smooched it.

“Hmmm… fuck.” 

Her wetness had already coated on my trousers around my bulge. 

“Fuck.” I groaned, spanking her ass harder.

“Ohh… I want to… hmm… cum.” She breathed, squeezing her breasts.

“Cum for me, little red.” I muttered huskily, gripping her jaw so she could look at me. 

Her innocent eyes bore into mine.

Fuck. 

Despite the unholy shit we were doing, she still looked this innocent and fragile.

“I'm so close.” She cried out, increasing her pace. I spanked her ass again, raising her hips and bringing it down against my dick. 

“Fuck!!!” Her face squeezed in pleasure as her release coated my thighs and around my bulge. The warmth made me swallow hard.

Her entire body went limp against mine.

For a few seconds, none of us moved. 

The only sound inside the car was her uneven breathing and the low hum of the car's engine.

I stared down at her, trying to process what had just happened.

This night had taken a turn I never saw coming.

Minutes ago, she had been a drunk stranger who thought I was a wall. Now she was curled up against my chest like she'd known me forever.

I dragged a hand through my hair and let out a slow breath.

What the hell was I supposed to do with her?

My gaze dropped to her face.

She looked peaceful now. The stubborn pout was gone. The tension in her brows had disappeared. Even her breathing had started to even out.

Then a soft snore reached my ears.

I blinked.

No way.

I looked down again.

She was asleep.

A disbelieving laugh escaped me. “Hey.” I nudged her lightly.

She only mumbled something incoherent and snuggled closer.

I sighed. “What's your address?”

“Mm?”

“Your address,” I repeated.

A few seconds passed before she finally stirred. “Uh... Verita's Estate...” she murmured. “Flat six.”

My brows pulled together.

That was... familiar.

I looked down at the sleeping menace in my arms. The crazy girl who mistook me for a wall, nearly fell asleep standing up, and turned my entire night upside down lived in Verita's Estate.

What were the odds?

Carefully, I adjusted her against me so she wouldn't slide off the seat.

She didn't even wake up. Within seconds, she was asleep again.

I shook my head and started the car.

This girl was impossible. And somehow, I had a feeling tonight wasn't the last time I'd see her.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I drove into the night with a hard dick.