Maybe we should stop? Maybe we should lock the door? - which wouldn't really have mattered, because no one was home to walk in on them - but, Justin still felt like they should close it regardless. Maybe he should stop? The thing was Justin didn't exactly want to, he was liking it; the way his body felt. And so what if his best friend was the one making him feel like that? Best friends do things for each other, right? Maybe this could just be another thing they did...
Justin groaned again and really it seemed that was all he could do. Apparently even just saying her name was a bit of stretch for him now. Like two whole syllables were literally impossible to utter. He knew, if this kept up though; her shifting up against him and him shifting right back up against her, he would need to excuse himself regardless. He brought his hands back up to her face, in an effort to slow himself down - besides, Megan hadn't exactly said; he could go ahead and touch her boobs in the first place.
Slowing down with his hands, didn't really help anything else slow down though. He was still after all grinding up; in the most stereotypical-hormone-driven-guy way against Megan. If Justin, had been watching himself, he would have been embarrassed.