**Behind the Club with Aaron**

The bass from the club thumped against my chest, but all I could hear was my own heartbeat as Aaron pulled me into the dark alley behind the building. His hands were already under my skirt, fingers digging into my ass as he pressed me against the brick wall. We’d been flirting all night—him leaning in close at the bar, me “accidentally” brushing against his hard cock every time I reached for my drink. Now, with the hot summer air sticking to our skin, there was no pretending anymore.

“Fuck, you’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, his lips crashing against mine. I moaned into his mouth, tasting whiskey and mint as his tongue slid against mine. His hands were rough, possessive—one gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair, tilting my head back so he could kiss me deeper. I could feel his cock straining against his jeans, thick and demanding, and I arched into him, grinding my pussy against his thigh.

“You want it that bad?” His voice was low, dark, right against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I shivered as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “Yeah,” I gasped, already reaching for his belt. He let me undo it, his cock springing free—hard, leaking, the head slick when I wrapped my fingers around it. He groaned, his hips jerking forward as I stroked him, my thumb rubbing over the slit.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough. I obeyed, bracing my hands on the wall, my skirt hiked up around my waist. Behind me, I heard him spit into his palm before guiding his cock between my thighs, rubbing the length of it against my wet pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he muttered, and then he was pushing inside, stretching me open in one firm thrust.

I cried out, my nails scraping against the brick as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. He didn’t wait—just started fucking me hard, his hands gripping my waist, his cock driving deep with every snap of his hips. The slap of skin against skin mixed with the distant pulse of the music, but all I could focus on was how full I felt, how every thrust made my clit rub against his pelvis just right.

“You like that?” Aaron panted, leaning over me, his chest pressed to my back. His lips brushed my ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. “Love how tight your pussy is, taking my cock so fucking good—”

I whimpered, my legs shaking as he fucked me faster, harder, his balls slapping against me. One hand slid around my waist, fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles that had me gasping. “Gonna come,” I choked out, my pussy clenching around him.

“Yeah?” His fingers worked me faster, his cock pounding into me. “Come on my dick, baby. Let me feel it.”

And I did—my orgasm ripped through me, my whole body tightening as I cried out, his name ragged on my lips. He groaned, his grip bruising as he fucked me through it, his own hips stuttering. “Fuck, gonna fill you up,” he growled, and then he was coming, his cock pulsing inside me as he buried himself deep.

We stayed like that for a second, both of us panting, his chest heaving against my back. Then he pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down my thighs as I turned to face him. His mouth found mine again, hungry, possessive.

“Round two?” he murmured against my lips, and I didn’t even hesitate before answering.