Chapter 4: His Apartment

The door clicked shut behind them with a soft, final sound that seemed louder than it should have in the quiet apartment. Sarah stood just inside the entryway for a second, taking in the dim lighting of the living room—only a small lamp on near the couch, the rest of the space falling into soft shadow. Books stacked on the coffee table, a guitar leaning in the corner, the faint smell of cologne and clean laundry. For a brief moment the reality of it settled over her: she was completely alone with a man half her age, in his apartment, wearing nothing under the short black dress she had put on for exactly this reason. Before she could finish the thought, Alex turned her around and pressed her against the wall.

He kissed her hard, his body pressing into hers with the kind of urgency that left no room for hesitation. Sarah moaned softly as his hands slid under the dress and discovered she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His fingers moved between her legs without pause, finding her already wet, and he groaned against her mouth as he felt how ready she was.

“Fuck,” he breathed against her neck, fingers pressing deeper. “You came here like this for me?”

She smiled, breathless, hips shifting against his hand. “Maybe.”

He dropped to his knees without another word, pushed the dress up to her waist, and buried his face between her legs. Sarah’s head fell back against the wall, fingers gripping his hair as his tongue worked her with surprising skill—slow and deliberate at first, then deeper, then focused tightly on her clit until her thighs started to shake. Her first orgasm hit fast and hard. She came against his mouth with a sharp cry, one hand braced on the wall, the other tangled in his hair, hips rocking against his face as he licked her through it, not letting up until she was trembling and breathless.