johnnie guilbert & jake webber imagines

More than friends...

summary- johnnie and reader get at it

My pulse climbed as I stretched myself out on Johnnie's bed.

I had no idea how the fuck I got here, but I was...excited? I think.

We were going to fuck.

That was the simplest way to put it. We had been friends for a while, and constantly made jokes about how we hadn't gotten laid in years. I guess now we were actually doing it.

I'd expected him to approach me, but he had other ideas because he grabbed the sides of his shirt and stretched it up over his head. I jolted as his chest came into view.

Jesus.

He wasn't made of muscle, but his skinniness made the muscle he had exceedingly obvious. I'd always liked lean guys.

I blinked back the surge of lust, not wanting it. Screw him for looking so damn good. He chucked his shirt on the ground and looked down at me . "Your turn." I didn't care that he'd ordered me to take my top off, but my body was tense, which made it hard to follow through. But I managed. I held his gaze as I dragged the sweater up and pulled it off, tousling my long, wavy hair. This action surprised him. I think he thought I'd be shy, I was in the same position. I always thought sex with Johnnie would be awkward. But I wanted this. Heat flared in his eyes, and a muscle along his jaw ticked as his gaze traced over my newly bare skin.

The gray bra was demi cut, so my breasts threatened to spill over the cups, and I would've sworn I'd seen him fight off a wave of desire like I'd just done. The room was warm, and it was getting harder to find air to breathe the longer we stared at each other. I wanted him to come closer and put his hands on me but I didn't know what would happen.

What if I liked it?

I needed to stay in control of myself and the situation. I didn't want to fall in love with one of my friends. It was the only thing I could think of, and so my hands were unsteady as I undid the clasp at the back of my bra. Johnnie took a step forward, like he'd wanted to be the one to do it, but he was too late. The band went slack, the cups fell away, and the straps slid down my arms until the bra dropped to the carpet. He froze, and his lips parted. Had the sight of me topless short-circuited his brain?

It was kind of flattering to draw this response from him. Blood whooshed loudly in my head as his gaze caressed every inch of my exposed skin. And when he lifted that heavy gaze to meet mine, goosebumps rose on my arms. "Please." I asked, and my eyes widened, surprised at my own request. He stepped forward, and I swallowed a breath as one of his hands grasped my waist and the other cupped my breast.

An anxious sigh slipped out of me at his touch, and it was so distracting. He dropped his head into the crook of my neck, nuzzling his face in so he could suck on the sensitive skin below my ear. And as he did that, his hand moved so he could pinch my nipple between his thumb and the side of his palm. Electricity zipped through me and threatened to make my legs go boneless, so I had no choice but to steady myself by putting my hands on his lean shoulders.

His skin was warm and soft, but the mouth attached to my neck was hot and urgent. It was crazy, what I was doing, and who I was doing it with, and worst of all, how good it felt. My eyes grew heavy, wanting to close so I could block him out and focus better on the sensations he caused. I coursed my nails down the perfect landscape of his chest, giving him just enough pressure to leave track marks and know I was serious.

The hand on my waist moved down to grab a handful of my ass and squeezed hard enough it forced me forward into him. My nipples had tightened into hard points, and when they brushed against his bare chest, it sent another bolt of unwanted electricity through me. He grinned like he knew.