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Don't Stop
"Joe stop" I whispered. I pulled myself and he just sat there, looking at me. I took a deep breath and sighed.
"I'm sorry I just can't do this anymore."
I got up and went to leave the room.
"Oh come on Macy, we've done this a million times before, one more time can't hurt," he said smiling that crooked smile I always fell for.
It was inevitably true, Joe Jonas was gorgeous. He had the most amazing brown eyes and the softest hair out of anyone I've ever met. The only problem with this situation was that I was dating his brother. The other Jonas heart throb. Nick Jonas.
"Yeah Joe, we have, but not when Nick was home!" I said whilst internally debating what I was going to do. I knew the right thing would be to leave immediately, but I've never said no to Joe before. It was just, so hard. I loved being with him. I craved his touch, his scent, his everything. He had this overwhelming power over me. One look at his beautiful brown eyes and i was helpless.
Joe just gazed at me, not blinking once. I felt his warm fingers trace small patterns on the top of my hand and up my arm. He slowly made his way to my neck and gently brushed my hair away. He leaned in and kissed me on my neck, landing right on my soft spot, like he did, every time we were together. I couldn't help but smile. My body suddenly got hot and Joe's kissing started to become more intense. I felt him lean over and pin me down onto his mattress.
No matter how many times this boy touched me he always made it feel like it was the first time. Now I know what you're thinking, 'What about Nick', but listen. I do like Nick. I like Nick a lot as a matter of fact. It's just that he doesn't make me feel the way Joe makes me. No one could make me feel the way Joe did. Even his softest ministrations were filled with so much passion and lust I literally thought I could melt.
He leaned in and kissed my lips. He caught my lower lip between both of his and sucked ever so softly. I became light headed at the simple touch. Then he started making his way down my neck, to my chest, and finally, to the top of my jeans. He grabbed the button and looked up at me, gauging my reaction. He was either asking for permission or seeing if I'd tell him to stop. I wasn't entirely sure which.
He then kissed a small patch of exposed skin on my stomach above my jeans and i felt my body heat up at the contact. I couldn't take waiting anymore. I desperately needed him. Now.
"Oh Joe," I moaned, "Don't stop."
And he didn't.
But hey, we've done it behind Nicks back countless times before. One more won't hurt, right?