Aarons place (Sam)

The car screeched to a halt outside a rundown apartment complex, its peeling paint and flickering streetlamp casting jagged shadows. Aaron’s fingers tightened around Sam’s wrist as he yanked her toward the entrance, his breath ragged with anticipation.

Sam stumbled in her heels, the ache between her thighs only growing as the cool night air did nothing to soothe the heat pooling there. Aaron’s free hand slid up her thigh, hitching her skirt higher as he shoved the door open with his shoulder.

The hallway smelled of stale beer and cigarettes, the carpet sticky underfoot. Sam’s pulse hammered as Aaron backed her against the wall, his teeth grazing her neck.

Aaron’s apartment door slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking with finality. His hands were already tearing at Sam’s clothes, buttons scattering across the stained carpet as her blouse ripped open. She gasped, arching into his touch, her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle as he backed her toward the couch.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne, their breaths ragged and mingling. Aaron’s mouth crashed against hers again, tongue hot and insistent, while his hands roamed greedily over her exposed skin. The back of Sam’s knees hit the armrest, and she tumbled onto the cushions with a breathless laugh, her skirt riding up around her hips.

Aaron’s belt clattered to the floor, his jeans shoved down just enough to free the thick, heavy length of him. Sam’s breath hitched at the sight, his cock was already glistening at the tip, long, thick, black. She hadn't seen it properly before, they'd gone straight to fucking, but now. Wow, it was the first she'd seen other than her old one, and so much bigger.

“Get on your knees,” he growled, fingers tightening in her hair.

Sam obeyed, her legs trembling as she sank down, the rough carpet biting into her bare skin, face to face with it.

Sam’s lips parted, her breath hitching as she leaned forward. The musky scent of him filled her nose, thick and heady, as her tongue flicked tentatively against the slick tip.

She took him deeper, the weight of him heavy on her tongue, the taste of salt and heat flooding her senses. A whimper escaped her throat as he thrust shallowly, the thick length brushing the back of her mouth. Drool spilled down her chin, her jaw already aching.

Aaron groaned, “Fuck, that’s it,” he rasped. "Goddamn that's a great sight, those are some beautiful titties."

"You know. We didn’t finish earlier. Not even close." Aaron smiled, stopping her from blowing him.

Sam’s pulse hammered in her throat as he hauled her up by the arms, her knees scraping against the rough carpet. His hands were already on her waist, spinning her around and onto the bed, before she could catch her breath.

Aaron’s hands gripped Sam’s hips, yanking her back against him as she landed face-first on the mattress. The springs groaned beneath her, the stale scent of sweat and sex clinging to the sheets. Her breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers dug into her flesh, spreading her wider.

She remembered, God, she remembered,the stretch, the burn, the way his cock had filled her completely in that bathroom. Her thighs trembled, already slick with anticipation.

"Still tight as fuck," Aaron muttered, his thumb pressing against her, testing, before he dragged it upward, smearing her own wetness against her skin.

Sam whimpered, arching back into his touch.

It was time.