Page 28 of Crawl for Me

My palms drag me forward, knees following.

I reach her, breath caught behind my teeth, and don’t wait for another order.

I press my mouth between her thighs and drink her in.

She’s already wet. Already warm. My tongue licks a slow line up her and she opens for me, soft and slick and perfect.

I press closer, soaking my lips in her taste.

“Don’t stop,” she hisses, reaching down to tug at my hair. “Right there. Stay right fucking there.”

Her leg hooks over my shoulder, pulling me in tighter until I’m smothered in her. Mouth soaked, nose brushing her skin, breath shallow. I can’t move, can’t think, can’t breathe—but I never want to stop.

Her thighs are slick and trembling against my cheeks, the taste of her everywhere—on my tongue, on my lips, dripping down my chin. I suck her clit into my mouth, slow and deep, and a muffled, hungry whimper rattles its way through my chest.

She gasps, hips snapping up against my mouth, and I chase it like a fucking animal.

God, I chase it. Tongue greedy, jaw aching, breath stuttering out of me in hot, desperate bursts.

I grind down into nothing—rubbing against the mattress, the air, the sweat-damp fabric clinging to my cock like it might be enough, fucking the space between us with no relief, hard and leaking, soaked through my sweats.

I can’t stop moaning into her, can’t stop chasing every twitch of her hips, every broken sound that slips out of her mouth.

“Such a mess,” she says, breath hitching on a laugh. “So fucking needy.”

I groan into her—louder this time—half-lost, tongue flicking in desperate, greedy circles. I can feel it in her thighs, in the tremble starting to take her over, in the way her hips snap forward like she can’t help it. She’s close. Fuck , she’s so close.

I grip her thighs tighter, sucking harder until she comes with a cracked, raw moan, her whole body curling forward.

Her thighs lock tight around my head, one hand clawing at the sheet, the other fisted hard in my hair, holding me right there as she grinds herself against my mouth and rides the orgasm out on my tongue.

And I don’t stop. Not even when her whole body starts to shake. Not even when her gasps turn sharp. Only when her hand suddenly shoves at my forehead do I finally pull back, panting, chin soaked.

She sits upright with a slow exhale, her chest rising hard, skin glistening under the lamp like heat’s still clinging to her. Her eyes flick down to me—still on my knees, still fully clothed, panting.

Her mouth curves up into a smirk. “You’re still dressed,” she murmurs, breath still catching. “That’s cute.”

I blink, heat flooding up the back of my neck. “I—do you want me to… I mean, I?—”

She nods once.

My hands fumble with the hem of my hoodie.

I peel it off, then the shirt beneath, dragging the fabric over my head with shaky arms. My skin prickles in the cool air as I stand to hook my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and shove them down, my boxers going with them in one ungraceful tug.

My cock springs free, flushed and angry, pre-come already leaking from the tip.

It aches, heavy between my thighs, twitching in the open air as I stand there, naked in front of her and so painfully hard I could cry.

Her gaze drags over me slowly as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “Top drawer,” she says, nodding toward the nightstand. “Condoms. Under the underwear.”

I scramble toward it, yanking it open with shaking hands. My fingers fumble past neatly folded black lace and cotton, a few twisted pairs of socks, until I find the box and snatch out a foil wrapper.

When I turn around, she’s moved. She’s further up the bed now, body stretched back against the pillows, one leg bent at the knee. Her skin’s still glowing, still flushed, and she’s twirling something between her fingers. Long. Black. Silky…

My brain stalls.

Wait. Is that—is that my tie?

She smirks and points at my hand. “Put the condom on.”

My fingers shake as I tear the foil and roll it down over my length.

She crooks her finger at me, gesturing for me to go to her. And I do. I crawl toward her over the mattress like I’ve got no spine left. My limbs feel numb, blood rushing loud in my ears. I’m hard and aching and fucking terrified I’ll come the second I touch her.

When I reach her, I brace myself—hands planted on either side of her head, arms trembling. She’s laid out beneath me, flushed and perfect, and I can’t breathe.

And then her hand slides up to grip my jaw, her other hand still holding the tie. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she asks quietly.

“So—so badly, Sable,” I whisper, already half-broken.

Her thumb brushes over my lower lip. “Then you’ll do it exactly how I say. You’ll fuck me exactly like I want.”

I nod too fast, breath stuttering, hips already twitching toward her before I can stop myself. I want her so bad it’s fucking pathetic.

But she doesn’t scold or pull away, she just murmurs—voice low and close to my ear, “If it gets too much… tap twice on my shoulder.”

I nod again, shakier this time.

“Words, Noah.”

“Y-yes,” I manage. “Yes, I will. I’ll do it—I’ll tap, if I need to.”

“Good boy,” she breathes. “Open wide.”

My mouth trembles as I part my lips, opening for her. She lifts the tie and wraps it around my mouth carefully. The silk pulls snug at the corners of my mouth, knotting at the back of my head. Her fingers linger at my jaw a second longer. “So, so pretty,” she murmurs.

Then she leans back, laying herself out, legs falling open wider. She slides one hand behind her head, draping the other lazily across her stomach, her fingers trailing down until they hover right above where she wants me. “Ready?”

I nod, throat tight, cock twitching as I shift forward. My hand wraps around myself to line up, tip already soaked, pressed right to her entrance.

And then her voice cuts through me, sharp and soft. “Wait.”

I freeze.

“Not until I say.”

I whimper behind the tie. It’s agony. Every part of me screams to be inside her—my chest, my hands, my fucking spine. My hips shake with how close I am to breaking. I can feel her heat against the head of my cock and it’s torture—wet and warm and so goddamn close.

“Now,” she breathes. “Slow.”

The second I feel her around me—tight, hot and perfect—I lose my breath completely. My head drops. My eyes slam shut. A sound shreds out of me, low and wrecked and swallowed behind the gag.

Her hands come up, one gripping my shoulder, the other curling behind my neck. “There,” she moans. “That’s it. Stay right there. Yes?—”

I sink in deeper, nearly sobbing, barely holding back. I feel everything. Every slick pulse, every flutter of her walls, every heartbeat between us. My hips twitch forward once more, seeking that friction?—

Her hand snaps off my neck and slaps hard against the side of my thigh with a stinging crack. “Did I say move?”

I flinch, frozen above her, cock buried half-inside and throbbing.

She tilts her head slightly. “Hold still. You move when I tell you.”

“Yes—fuck, yes, Sable,” I manage, the words thick and muffled behind the silk, breath catching on each syllable.

It barely gets out. I’m soaked in sweat, lips parted around the gag, cock twitching with how badly I need to move again. My lungs burn. My thighs ache. I’d crawl through glass if she asked.

Her fingers smooth up my ribs, slow and warm, then slide over my chest like she’s steadying me—like she can feel every frantic beat of my heart under her palm.

“Good,” she says softly, voice dragging heat through my spine. “Now deeper.”

I obey. Of course I do. I rock forward, slow and controlled, pushing until I bottom out inside her—so deep I feel her grip all the way around me, squeezing tight.

My cock pulses inside her, thick and straining, the head pressed hard against the deepest part of her.

The stretch has me groaning behind the tie.

“Again.”

I move.

“Stay there.”

I still.

It goes on like that—her voice in my ear, her hands on my body, guiding every pace, every thrust, every inch of me she allows.

I’m barely holding on. Every time I push into her, I swear it gets worse—hotter, tighter, better .

I pick up the pace without thinking—just chasing it.

Chasing her. My hips stutter forward harder and faster, needing more of her, needing all of her.

Her nails sink into my shoulder, sharp enough to leave marks. “Slower,” she hisses, legs tensing around me, body pulling tight. “You’ll make me come first. You understand?”

I nod frantically, moaning behind clenched teeth, trying to still my hips even as they twitch with the urge to thrust into her again.

Her hand reaches up and tugs the knot at the back of my head, loosening the silk just enough for me to pant out, “Yes—yes, I understand. I’ll wait. I’ll—fuck, I’ll do whatever you want.”

I start to move again, hips rolling slow, deep, dragging every inch of me through her.

She’s so fucking wet it’s obscene. Every stroke sounds slick and shameless, her thighs trembling beneath me as her body writhes under the weight of mine.

Sweat drips down my back, my chest, rubbing between us in heat and motion.

She grinds up into me—hips rising to meet every thrust, fucking back with control so ruthless it makes my vision blur. Her eyes lock on mine, half-lidded and dark, and I feel it again—that pull. That fucking power. Like I’m nothing but a body reacting to hers, a cock to use, a good boy with a job.

She doesn’t have to speak. Her body commands mine from underneath, arching to meet every thrust, forcing me deeper, slower, right there .

My hand drifts down between us, fingers slipping between her thighs, and I find her clit. I rub slow, tight circles. Gentle at first. Then firmer, faster, chasing that sound she makes when she breaks.

Her breath catches. Her thighs twitch around my hips. Her fingers dig into my biceps.

And then she lets go, coming hard, her back bowing off the bed, pussy pulsing around my cock.

She rips the tie off me completely, yanking the knot loose like she can’t wait anymore.

I gasp, finally able to breathe properly—but only for a second—before she grabs the back of my neck and pulls our mouths together.

She kisses me hard, claiming my tongue with hers like she’s still gagging me with her body instead. I moan into it, her teeth dragging over my bottom lip.

“I want to hear you now,” she gasps. “I want to hear how you sound when you come.”

I thrust into her harder, messier, every nerve on fire as my orgasm slams through me like it’s trying to tear me apart.

A low, broken groan rips out of me, and I swear, I see stars—white-hot bursts behind my eyelids as my cock twitches deep inside her, spilling into the condom, hips jerking uncontrollably. with each pulsing wave.

My forehead drops to hers, breath dragging ragged from my chest. I press a kiss to her cheek. Another to her jaw. Another to her forehead. I don’t even know what I’m saying, just whispering thank yous into her skin over and over again. “Thank you—fuck—thank you, thank you?—”

Her chest rises against mine, sticky and slick, but her fingers move with quiet ease as she brings her wrist to my mouth, wiping away the spit and sweat and need still lingering at the corners.

“There’s my good boy.”

A shaky breath escapes my throat, and I stay there for a second longer, skin damp against hers, chest still heaving.

Then I roll onto my back, arm brushing hers, the sheets a tangled wreck around our hips.

She shifts beside me, tucking into my side, knuckles drag lightly down my sternum, tracing the sweat-slick skin.

“Are we really doing this?” I hear myself ask quietly. “Not hiding. Not…”

She turns her face, looking up at me. “Yes.”

“Okay.” I nod shakily. “Okay.”

She pushes herself upright, reaches toward the nightstand, and grabs her phone. “Do you want to make it official?” she asks.

“What do you mean?” I ask, brow furrowing. Then my eyes widen, and I watch in stunned silence as she pulls up her inbox, opens an email draft, and starts typing—her body still flushed, skin glowing with sex and sweat, one leg curled under her as she writes.

To: [email protected]

Cc: [email protected]; [email protected]

Subject: Request to disclose consensual relationship (pre-employment)

Hi HR Team,

We’d like to arrange a meeting to disclose a consensual relationship between Sable Morgan and Noah Calloway that began prior to Noah’s start date at our Stratwell branch. We want to ensure compliance with the Employee Handbook and discuss any recommended mitigation.

We’re available any day during work hours, please let us know what works best.

Thank you,

Sable Morgan – Coordination

Noah Calloway – Senior Account Lead

“Want me to send it?” she asks, not looking up from the screen.

“You’re sure?”

She meets my eyes like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “I’m sure.”

She’s sure. She’s sure.

I swallow hard, breath catching somewhere behind my teeth. I shouldn’t feel this much. It’s just a click. A simple message. But fuck— it’s everything too.

“Then…” I force the word out, quiet and thick. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”

She taps once, the faint whoosh of the email cutting through there.

And just like that, it’s done. No hiding. No pretending. No taking it back.

I chose her. She chose me. We chose each other. And whatever happens now—we’re in it together.