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His blue eyes were blazing with heat as he reached over his shoulder and pulled his shirt off.

Exhaling shakily, I raised my arms over my head, never taking my eyes off his. “Now mine.”

Without a word, Johnny leaned forward and whipped my shirt over my head with effortless ease before reaching around me to unhook my bra. It was almost frightening how quickly he could unsnap a bra clasp, but as he slid the straps down my shoulders and tossed my bra on his bedroom floor, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

Falling onto my back, I dragged him down with me, fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. Johnny obliged, pressing his weight down on me as I let my legs fall open to welcome him. “You look good in my bed.” Clamping his hands on my thighs, he dragged my body closer, groaning loudly when we connected. “On your back,” he added, hovering above me, “with me between your legs,” before sealing his lips to mine.

Moaning, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, rubbing my body against his. Everything about this boy felt good, and real, andright. His lips were everywhere: on my neck, my breasts, my belly… I could feel him all over my skin and still it wasn’t enough. Bucking restlessly, I cried out when I felt his finger slide inside me, making the ache growing inside of me almost unbearable. Clutching his shoulders, I rocked into his touch, wanting everything he would give me.

“This is a bad idea,” Johnny said in a raspy voice before his mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue dueling with mine almost violently. “I should stop,” he growled, increasing the speed of his fingers as he thrust inside of me. “Worst fucking idea ever.”

“I love your bad ideas,” I whispered, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. “Don’t stop.” When he didn’t move to stop me like he usually did, I pushed them down his hips. “I want you.”

He groaned and plunged his tongue into my mouth, holding himself up on his elbow so I could push them over his erection. “I fucking love you,” he whispered, kicking his sweats all the way off.

My breath hitched in my throat when I moved my hand over the front of his boxers and felt how thick and long he was. “You’re big,” I whispered, breathing hard and fast. “Like really, really big.”

“Fuck, don’t say that,” he growled, attacking my neck with hungry kisses. “You’ll make me explode.”

“But you are,” I panted, rocking into his touch as the familiar jolts of pleasure rippled through me. “And I’m going to…” Closing my eyes, I rocked against his hand as a wave of bliss consumed my whole body, setting my skin on fire and causing my muscles to contract and spasm. “Johnny…”

“Shh.” Pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, he tugged gently before thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, fingers moving at a perfect rhythm as my body slowly grew lax beneath him.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, lips moving to suckle on my neck. “I’ll keep my dick in my jocks.”

“I don’t want you to keep it in your jocks.”

He stiffened. “What?”

“I want you.”

He stilled for a moment, then raised himself up on his elbows to look at me. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah.”

His eyes searched mine, uncertainty flashing across his features as he slid his fingers out of me and reached for the waistband of his black Calvin Kleins. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” I nodded, feeling my heart racing wildly in my chest. “I want all of you.”

55

Don’t Open the Door!

Johnny

What was I doing? Whatthe hellwas I doing? I couldn’t think straight. All I could see was Shannon sprawled out naked on my bed, and every doubt, fear, and concern I knew Ishouldbe feeling flew clean out the window.

“You’re sure?” I asked her again, needing the reassurance. “You’re really, really sure?”

Shivering beneath me, she nodded, wide-eyed and flushed. “I’m ready, Johnny.”

“But you’re sore,” I croaked out as my dick strained against my jocks, desperate to get to her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered, reaching up to cup my jaw. “I want this.”

Fuck.

Fuck!

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