Stiles licked his lips a couple of times and put his arms up in submission. He could have used his strength on her, but Stiles was terrified that he would hurt her. She’d effectively had him pinned to a wall, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to handle this situation. This woman was nuts! Stiles would have to start wearing a repellent or something. Course, Stiles was also unaware of he reason as to why she was currently throwing herself at him.
“Woah! Woah, woah lady! Seriously? Oh my god, you’re touching my dick. You’ve got to stop that right now,” Stiles stammered.
“Please, Stiles,” Summer moaned. Maybe if she touched him enough he would understand. “I just really need you, right now. Please.” She pressed herself closer. “You understand, right? Just take care of me.”