The headboard slammed against the wall, a frantic, desperate rhythm that echoed my own heartbeat.

"Leo, stop! Shhh!" I hissed, trying to push against his sweaty chest. "My mom and stepdad are right downstairs!"

"Don't care," he grunted, his rhythm not faltering. He was a piston, all single-minded purpose. He grabbed my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting them until I cried out. "They can't hear us."

"B-but they might! Please, just be quiet!" I was terrified. This was stupid, so stupid. Leo, my mom's best friend's son, in my bed, while my family was home.

"Relax, babe." He leaned down and bit my shoulder, hard.

That's when the...