Page 5 of Crawl for Me

Noah

I drag a shaking hand through my hair, the other across my slick mouth. “Sorry,” I manage to rasp out. “I don’t—I don’t usually?—”

The words die in my throat. Don’t usually what? Get kissed into a brainless, bucking mess?

She takes a step back, and the air in my lungs lurches with her.

“It’s okay,” she says calmly. “Really. I’ll go. I’m not going to force anything you don’t actually want. We don’t have to turn this into a thing.”

My stomach just about falls through the floor.

“No.” It bursts out too fast, and her eyes widen. “No, that’s not—” I choke on the words. “I want it. I swear I do. Just… not here. Not like this.”

“Okay.” She nods once. “Tell me how you want it, then.”

Say it, Noah. Say she deserves better than cold countertops and half-unpacked boxes. Just word it like that. Exactly like that. Speak, you coward.

The air between us tightens, hot enough I swear it hums. Her eyes flick down, then back up, and all I can think about is how easy it would be to grab her, to drag her back against me, to let it happen right here.

My throat works uselessly and I shake my head. “I don’t—I don’t know, I just… fuck?—”

No. Say it. Don’t choke now.

“Bedroom,” I rasp. “Please. Just—not in the fucking kitchen.”

Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, eyes flashing with fire. “Lead the way.”

I catch her hand and haul her down the hall before I can lose the nerve.

Every step rattles through me, every brush of her knuckles in mine sparking through my body.

My room’s a disaster—half-unpacked boxes stacked against the dresser, sheets bunched on the mattress like I’d wrestled them in my sleep.

Humiliation claws at my throat, but she doesn’t spare the mess a glance.

She’s only looking at me. At my mouth,my chest, my shaking hands.

Her fingers hook in my shirt, dragging my lips back down against hers with teeth and heat until she’s swallowing me whole, leaving me with no air to think.

My shirt’s gone before I even realize she’s tugged it up over my head.

She yanks my belt open, shoving down my slacks until they pool at my ankles, and suddenly I’m stripped down to my boxers.

I lurch forward, hands fumbling at her shirt. Somehow I manage to drag it up over her head, breath ragged, eyes devouring the bare stretch of her stomach before her mouth is back on mine. She bites my lip sharp enough to make me gasp, then shoves hard against my chest.

My back slams into the mattress, lungs seizing, heart jackhammering, cock throbbing against the thin cotton. And she just stands there at the end of the bed, looking down at me like I’m her first meal in years.

She slides her sweats down slowly and steps out of them.

Her bra comes next—straps falling, cups discarded, breasts bare and perfect.

My vision blurs for a second, chest stuttering, because fuck, fuck, fuck—she’s beautiful.

She’s beautiful anyway but shit, this is worse, better, real.

The kind of sight that has pre-come leaking from the tip of my cock and has my brain short-circuiting with panic because holy fuck, she’s stripping for me.

Her fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear, and in one smooth pull, she’s naked. Entirely naked. Standing in the low light of my disheveled bedroom while I’m flat on my back, hard and shaking and about two seconds from begging.

Oh, fuck.

This is actually happening.

With me .

Her knees sink into the mattress, weight dragging the springs down until she’s straddling me, knees bracketing my hips, bare skin burning straight through my boxers. Hot wetness soaks through the material, and it punches the air out of my chest like a blow.

My hands fist the sheets tight as she grinds down slow, rolling once over my cock. My back arches off the bed, a strangled sound ripping from my throat.

She leans down, her mouth grazing my jaw in hot, open-mouthed kisses. Her chest shudders against mine as she pries one of my fists loose and presses it to her bare skin.

Her breath ghosts against my ear. “Do you have protection?”

Fuck.

Fuck, no.

My stomach drops, panic and shame tangling with the ache between my legs.

“Shit,” I gasp. “No, fuck, no, I don’t.”

She straightens, grinding harder, a soft moan spilling from her mouth that has me almost coming right there and then. Then she tilts her head, lips parted. “That’s a shame,” she says on a breath.

She starts to move off me, and the absence is immediate. Ice-cold panic floods through my veins and my hands shoot to her thighs before I can even think, clamping down, dragging a gasp from her.

“No. Don’t stop. Please.” My voice trembles around the words. “Take it, Sable. Take whatever you want. I can’t give you that, but I’ll still give you everything I can.”

Her brow cocks as she looks down at me. “Everything?”

I nod frantically. “Everything. Just—take it. Whatever you want, you can have it.”

Something dark flickers in her eyes as she shifts, and for a heartbeat I don’t understand what she’s doing. But then she climbs higher, knees resting over my shoulders, her heat pressing closer, closer, closer, until— fuck.

My eyes go wide. My heart stops. My cock kicks in my boxers.

She’s straddling my face.

Holy fuck.

She settles and sinks onto my mouth, naked and bare against my lips and tongue with nothing between us, and every thought detonates. I groan into her, hands flying to grip her thighs to anchor myself. My tongue surges up, greedy and frantic, sliding through her wetness in one desperate stroke.

Her hips roll once against my mouth and she gasps.

I can’t breathe, can’t think. My nails dig hard into her flesh as I drag her down harder, tongue fucking into her, nose pressed against her clit, smother myself, begging wordlessly with every lick— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

A broken groan leaks out of me, muffled into her heat, the word please slipping out before I can choke it back.

Her voice cracks above me. “Oh my God—fuck—Noah?—”

The sound jolts straight through me, sending me bucking up helplessly into the air, cock leaking through soaked cotton, but I don’t care.

She grinds down harder, using me, and I let her— God, I want her to use me.

She’s wet everywhere, dripping down my chin, coating me, and it’s all I fucking want.

I can’t stop moaning, can’t stop shaking as I suck and lick at her with feral need.

Her breath comes harsher, hands tangling in my hair. “Fuck—you’re good at that,” she gasps. “Oh my God—that’s it, yes—good boy—fuck?—”

The praise detonates through me like gasoline on open flame. I arch, eyes screwed shut, tongue sliding frantic patterns, desperate to make her unravel. Fuck. That was so hot. I need to hear it again. I need to earn it.

Please let me give this to you. Please don’t stop.

But she lifts.

Air crashes back into my lungs in a panic as she slips from my mouth. I gasp, hands flying to her ass, desperate to drag her back down, nails digging in. “No—don’t—please?—”

Her hands close around my wrists, prying me off. “Patience,” she murmurs.

She shifts, sliding lower, and then she’s back over me, but in the opposite direction. My vision blurs as her fingers trail down my chest, slip under my waistband, and free me in one smooth drag.

“Oh fuck.” My cry is muffled, swallowed against her as she sinks back onto my face and wraps me tight in her fist.

I’m gone. I’m choking on her, lapping and sucking, moaning into her clit until she’s shuddering. Her wrist jerks harder, faster, pumping my cock as pre-come flows freely.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the sheer, brutal intensity of it—her weight pressing me down, the burn in my lungs, the overstimulation of her touch as I eat her pussy.

She grinds down harder, wet and unrelenting. Her moans vibrate through me, and my hips buck helplessly into her fist, cock slick and throbbing.

“Oh?” She laughs breathlessly. “Do you want more?”

A muffled sob rips out from me against her clit. I drag my mouth free, long enough to gasp. “God—yes—please—more?—”

Her laugh sharpens and she shifts forward, hips rolling over my mouth and chin again, and then— oh, fuck— she slides down, until her lips wrap around the swollen head of my cock.

Blinding, white light detonates behind my eyes. My whole body bows off the mattress, a strangled cry tearing from my throat, muffled into the slick heat of her pussy. Tears sting, spilling hot down my temples, catching in my hair as her mouth sinks deeper, taking me inch by inch.

My legs jerk, heels digging into the twisted sheets, trying to thrust, to escape, to give more—I don’t even know. Her hands clamp hard on my hips, holding me still, forcing me to take it. My cock twitches helplessly down her throat and I’m seconds away from exploding, from begging.

I claw at her ass, dragging her down harder until I can’t breathe. I lap like a starved animal, tongue thrashing, sucking her clit until my jaw aches, moaning into her as if I could fuse us together if I worship her hard enough.

She hums around me, and the vibration rips through me, shoving me over the edge.

My release tears out of me, violent and raw, cock pumping thick and helpless into her throat while I sob her name into her pussy. “Sable, Sable, Sable.”

She milks me until I’m emptied, until I’m nothing but shaking, gasping wreckage pinned beneath her weight.

But I can’t stop. I won’t. Even drained and ruined, I drag my mouth back to her clit, sucking harder, licking faster, desperate to give her more when I’ve got nothing left.

My eyes blur, my chest heaves, lungs burning, but I don’t care—I’ll suffocate here if it means she unravels on my tongue.

She trembles, grinding down until I can’t breathe, until my ears ring with the rush of blood and her moans and slick noises fill the room.

“Yeah… fuck, just like that. Good—good boy?—”

I choke on her, spit stringing my chin, nose buried in her, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from sheer overstimulation.

And then she shatters.

A cry rips through her, raw and broken, hips jerking as she comes hard. She grinds down, grinding her orgasm into my mouth, thighs clamping tight around me as I lick and suck through it, desperate to take all of it.

She shudders above me, trembling against my jaw, and then she lifts shakily, peeling herself off my mouth. Air slams back into me and I gasp, chest rising so hard it burns.

She drops beside me in a graceless collapse, breath ragged, skin shining in the low light. And fuck— fuck— she’s gorgeous. Hair plastered to her flushed cheeks, nipples hard, chest rising fast. Perfect.

“Jesus Christ,” I rasp, dragging in another breath against my raw tongue. “Thank you. Thank you.”

Her head tilts, eyes flicking to me.

Fuck, I said that out loud.

Heat surges up my neck, hotter than the sweat glistening against my skin.

My fingers twitch against the sheets. She’s going to think I’m pathetic.

She’s never going to want this again. Who in their right mind says ‘thank you’ after something like that?

After licking her until my face is soaked and my body’s still shaking? No one, that’s who.

But I can’t reel it back now. Her eyes are on me, and the truth is—I don’t even think I want to. Because it’s real. Every nerve in me is still sparking, raw and alive. She could ask me for anything right now and I’d hand it over on my hands and knees if I had to.

I squeeze my eyes shut, chest shuddering.

God, please—don’t let this have ruined it. Not after that. Not when it felt like this.

“You’re welcome,” she murmurs.

My eyes snap open. She’s shifting closer, her cheek resting against my shoulder, one arm sliding across my chest. Her fingers trail down the slick of sweat there, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

I swallow hard and let my own hand drift, rubbing slow circles over her back, pressing her tighter against me.

The rhythm of her breath, the weight of her pressed against me…

Fuck, this is nice. Real damn nice. My neighbor, Sable, in my bed, in my arms. Even after every stammer, every dumbfuck thing I tripped over—she’s still here.

She lets out a soft groan and stretches lazily, and in less than a blink she’s on her feet, hair falling forward over her bare skin while she scoops up her clothes from the floor.

Panic slices through my chest. “Wait—” My voice cracks. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah.” She glances over her shoulder, bra dangling from one hand, brow furrowed. “Why?”

I push up onto my elbows, heart ricocheting against my ribs. “I thought… maybe you’d want to stay?”

She hooks the bra into place, then slips her shirt over her head. “And what? Watch you unpack the rest of your boxes tomorrow?” she says with a slight grin.

Heat floods my face. “No, I mean—I just—fuck, I don’t know.” I drag a hand through my hair, tugging hard at the roots. “I just don’t want you to go yet.”

“You’ll live,” she says, tugging the fabric down over her stomach. “I’ve got breakfast with friends early, too. It’s not a big deal.”

But it is. It’s huge.

The words rip out before I can swallow them. “It’s kind of a big deal to me.”

That makes her pause for a breath. She studies me, head tipped, expression completely unreadable. Is she going to laugh at me? Roll her eyes? Tell me I’m stupid and to grow up?

“You’ll see me again, Noah,” she says. “I didn’t climb on top of you to just disappear. Relax.”

The tight coil in my chest unspools too fast, leaving me dizzy with relief. “Right. Yeah. Okay.” I nod frantically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to?—”

“Don’t apologize.” She cuts me off, tugging her sweats back on. “You were really good. Really fucking good. And I live a few doors down. Can’t exactly do a runner, can I?”

“No, I—uh—I suppose not. I—fuck.” The words skid out. “I really enjoyed that, and I’m glad we—this—Jesus, I don’t even know what I’m?—”

She stomps over, shutting me up in the fastest way possible. Her mouth crashes onto mine, teeth catching my lip, stealing what’s left of my breath. By the time she pulls back, I’m reeling, lips throbbing, cock hardening all over again.

“See you soon, Noah.”

Then she’s gone. Down the hallway, the front door clicking behind her, leaving me alone in the wreckage. Sheets ruined. Cock aching. Her taste still smeared across my mouth. My brain fried to ash.