The pillow wedged in between the bed and the wall stops any noises to be made. Your lip was trapped between your ivories. Lip’s hands were perfectly rested on your hips, keeping you in place as your skin slapped together with his.

You could hear Carl running up and down the hallway; Debbie chasing him, supposedly because Carl had something of hers. You look at the doorknob, checking if the door was locked. “Don’t worry. I made sure to lock it.”

Lip’s eyes wandered on you every time Ian brought you around. Of course, being Ian’s best friend, you knew about Lip’s reputation and tried distancing yourself in the best way you could. But not even the strongest women could resist him.

Your ability to hold in your noises slipped, a high-pitched whine coming out. “Dude.” He whispered yelling, softly laughing as he put a palm to your mouth. “If you want this, don’t make a noise.”