“Shh,” Ethan whispers, his knee between your legs as he pushes you further against the wall. “She’s gonna walk in and catch us if you don’t—“ he squeezes your hip, digging his nails into the skin,

“shut the fuck up.” He sucks down the side of your neck, earning many moans from yourself which causes him to squeeze your hip again.

He’s your best friends older brother, you just turned eighteen and have wanted him for years.