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♛ A T L A S ♛

Stella and I had finally finished eating our dinner after she ordered three more rounds of the pizza she totally didn't want in the first place. I literally had to drag her out as she fought against me to chug her fourth cup of Coke. Coke at this time of night wasn't going to help either of our cases. 

She was going to be up all night.

She had somewhat calmed her hyperness from the pizzeria to the car but now all her focus was on me. She didn't say anything she just stared at me as if there was something on her mind she wanted to say. She thought against it and turned to look out the window. 

Then all of a sudden her random outburst of hyperness invaded her momentarily calm and collected self. "You're really tense." She pointed out, landing a gentle rub on my shoulder and before I even got the chance to recover from her burning touch, her hands went to my thigh.

"Super tense," I couldn't stop my dick from hardening at the sound of her voice and the way she inched her hands closer and closer to my dick. She rubs it over my pants and innocently looks up at me. 

My grip on the steering wheel grew tighter as she continued to rub me and if she didn't stop right now I was most definitely going to crash into the car in front of me. "Careful, Stella." I warned, my voice distracted and gruff all in one. 

Stella rolled her eyes but listened anyway, my dick jolted at the absence of her hand, but I ignored it. Just when I thought she was done causing her mischief, she wasn't. And it was getting harder and harder to ignore and pretend I didn't see what she was doing. She brought her hands to her breasts and trailed down to her thighs. My breathing became ragged as I watched her through my peripheral vision but also tried not to crash the car. 

She slid her hands under her dress to take off her thong. She let out a relieved sigh as she said, "Oh my God, these were fucking killing me." She bunched her panties in her hand and let the lace material hang on the gear shift. She grabbed my hand that was leaning on the glove compartment and brought it to her chest. "Touch me, Atlas." She said breathlessly. 

Oh. My. God.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out but a strangled groan. She was fucking killing me and she knew it. I gave in to the temptation anyway and grabbed a hold of one of her tits, squeezing and needing it between my fingers as I watched her back arch against the seat. 

Thank God we were only two minutes away from the house.

"Is that all you can do?" Stella teased with a smirk playing on her face. "I thought you'd like it rough but it seems like you're going soft on me." I landed a slap to her breast as I shut off the engine and got out of the car.

I walked to her side of the car and tried to open her door. She locked it in an attempt to piss me off which she successfully did. I've just about had it with her, she was going to get the lesson of her lifetime when she got out of the car. 

"Open the door, Stella," I commanded sternly knocking on the window. She shook her head before slyly biting her full lips. "Open the fucking door, Stella." I ordered more sternly, she must have seen the fire in my eyes because she followed and got out of the car. 

"I'm sorry!" She said both meekly and abruptly as she wasted no time to walk several steps ahead of me. "I didn't mean anything I said the whole car ride. You know that, right?" I assume that she must've noticed how extremely hard I was which caused her to say that. 

There was no turning back now.

Thankfully no one was home except for my guards who stood watch outside. The rest of them were just too much of party people to turn in this "early." I wasn't complaining, in fact I was more than thankful for them.