Inside

Aaron, very much naked, his cock flopping between his legs, came to see who it was, his dark eyes flickering with recognition as they raked over Danny’s disheveled form, lingering on the damp patches still visible through her wrinkled shirt.

"Well goddamn," he rumbled, a slow grin spreading across his face as he leaned one massive forearm against the doorframe. "If it ain’t Sam’s feisty little friend." The scent of sweat and weed rolled off him in waves, mixing with the sharp tang of Danny’s own adrenaline as she swayed on the threshold.

Aaron’s grin widened as he took in Danny’s flushed face, her knuckles still white from gripping the doorframe. "Damn, babygirl," he chuckled, his deep voice dripping with amusement. "You look like you ran all the way here just to get a taste." Behind him, the low hum of music and muffled laughter spilled from deeper inside the house, punctuated by a breathy moan that made Danny’s stomach twist.

Danny’s throat tightened as she **** the words out. "Where’s, where’s Sam?" Her voice sounded small, lost under the thump of bass vibrating through the floorboards.

Aaron’s grin didn’t waver. He shifted his weight, letting the door swing wider, and jerked his head toward the hallway behind him. "Right where she belongs," he rumbled, low and knowing.

The moan came again, higher this time, unmistakable, followed by a wet, rhythmic slap of skin. Danny’s breath hitched. She knew that sound. Knew her.

Aaron’s laugh was a dark curl of smoke. "You wanna see?" Aaron’s fingers wrapped around Danny’s wrist, his grip hot and unyielding as he pulled her forward. The moment she crossed the threshold, the door clicked shut behind her, sealing her in the thick, musky air of the house. His thumb stroked the inside of her pulse point, a mocking caress. "C’mon, babygirl," he murmured, voice rough with amusement. "Don’t act like you ain’t curious."

The hallway stretched ahead, dimly lit by a flickering bulb, the bass from the music vibrating through the floorboards. Another moan, Sam’s moan, tore through the air, high and ****, followed by the wet slap of skin. Aaron’s grip tightened as he pulled Danny down the hallway, the walls pressing in around her, the air thick with sweat and the cloying scent of sex. The moans grew louder, broken by breathless gasps, Sam’s voice, high and wrecked. Danny’s stomach twisted, her pulse hammering in her throat as Aaron shoved open a half-cracked door with his free hand.

The room was brightly lit. Sam was straddling a man Danny didn’t recognize, his massive hands gripping her cheeks as he pummled her now very used pussy, her body glistening under a sheen of sweat.

Danny’s breath caught in her throat as Sam arched back, her fingers clawing at the man’s thighs, her voice breaking into a high, keening wail. "Fuck, please, don’t stop, oh God!" The words dissolved into a shuddering moan as the man beneath her slammed upward, his grip on her hips leaving angry red marks. Sweat slicked her bare back, her breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust, her thighs trembling like she was moments from collapse.

Aaron’s fingers tightened around Danny’s wrist, his thumb pressing into her racing pulse. "See that?" he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. Danny’s stomach lurched as Sam’s back arched, her moans raw and broken, nothing like the sharp, sarcastic friend she’d known before. The man beneath Sam gripped her cheeks tighter, his knuckles white as he drove into her with a **** that made the bedframe slam against the wall. Danny’s nails dug into her own palms, her breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps.

Aaron’s chuckle vibrated against her back, his chest pressing into her as he leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "See how good she takes it?" His fingers slid up her arm, slow, mocking. "Bet you’re wondering what that feels like."

Aaron’s grip shifted, his rough fingers peeling Danny’s clenched fist open before pressing her palm flat against the throbbing heat of his cock. The sheer size of him made her breath stutter, thick, heavy, already leaking against her fingers as he **** her to stroke him slowly. Before today she'd only held her own, and now she was holding her second in the same day.

"There you go," he rumbled, his other hand clamping around the back of her neck, keeping her facing the bed where Sam writhed. "Feel that? That’s what she’s drowning in right now."

Danny’s fingers twitched, her stomach flipping as pre-come smeared against her skin, the musk of him thick in her nostrils.Danny’s breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers twitching against Aaron’s cock as the heat of him burned into her palm. The air was thick, too thick,clogging her throat, pressing against her ribs until she thought they might crack. Sam’s moans, the slap of skin, the bass thumping through the walls,it all blurred into a deafening roar between her ears.

Aaron’s fingers tightened at the nape of her neck, forcing her to watch as Sam’s back arched, her mouth open in a loud scream before another brutal thrust drove her to orgasm.

Aaron’s laughter was low and dark against her ear as his fingers trailed down her arm, calloused tips dragging over the damp fabric of her shirt. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "Shaking like a bitch in heat."

Danny clenched her jaw, but the wetness between her thighs betrayed her, her body reacting traitorously to the sight of Sam, spread open, wrecked, her thighs glistening as she took every brutal thrust. The air smelled of sex, salt, and musk, clinging to Danny’s skin, filling her lungs until she was dizzy with it. This was all her fault, using that notepad, Sam wouldn't be in this situation if not.

"So," Aaron sneered, Danny's hand had not left his dick, only tightened, "You want a go?"