My Neighbor Finally Fucked Me Before Dawn

The clock on my nightstand read 3:52, and I was still awake in the dark of my apartment, one palm flat on the wall we shared. Annika, twenty-eight, freelance illustrator, reduced to listening for a woman who drew on skin for a living. Petra was thirty-one, a tattoo artist who also skated for a roller-derby league three nights a week, and for months that thin drywall had been the most honest thing between us.

We had started with glances in the hallway. Then texts that ran past midnight. Then the night I came with two fingers buried in myself and her name in my mouth, and the wall answered with the low, unmistakable sound of her doing the same. After that we stopped pretending we couldn't hear each other. She texted, I heard you. I texted back, Good. I said your name. She sent a voice note of her breathing, nothing else, and I played it until my panties were soaked through.

At 4:02 someone knocked. Not the building knock. Hers. I opened the door in an old T-shirt and nothing else, thighs already slick, and Petra stood in the hall in a tank top and sleep shorts, hair a mess, eyes bright and hungry.

"I can't sleep," she said. Her voice was rough. "I've been lying there hard and wet and thinking about your mouth. Months, Annika. I've wanted to fuck you for months."

"Same," I said, and I meant it so hard my knees went soft. "Get in here."

She stepped over the threshold and I shut the door. The lock clicked. For a second we only looked at each other, both of us breathing like we'd run the stairs. Then she said it plain.

"I've been getting off to you. To the sounds. You moan my name when you come and I put my hand between my legs and I come with you. I did it again tonight. It wasn't enough."

I grabbed the front of her tank and pulled her in.

The kiss was not careful. Her mouth opened under mine and I tasted mint and heat, and her hands went straight under my shirt to my bare ass, hauling me against her. I made a sound into her mouth that I had only ever made alone. She walked me backward until my calves hit the couch.

"I want to fuck you," I said against her lips. "I want your tongue and your fingers and I want to come on your face. Tell me you want that."

"I want it," Petra said. "I want you dripping on my tongue. I want to hear you say my name when you break."

We stripped each other without grace. My shirt went over my head. Her tank followed. Her breasts were full, nipples already tight, and I got my mouth on one while she shoved my panties down my thighs. She kicked out of her shorts. No panties under them. I saw the gleam on her inner thighs and my stomach dropped with want.

She sank to her knees on the rug, hands sliding up the backs of my legs, and looked up at me with her mouth open.

"Let me taste you first," she said. "Please. I've been dreaming about this cunt. Let me have it."

"Yes," I said. "God, yes."

I sat on the edge of the couch and spread my knees. Petra's hands pushed them wider. She looked at me like she was memorizing the mess I'd already made of myself, then she leaned in and licked one slow, possessive stripe from my entrance up to my clit.

I jolted. She did it again, flatter, slower, holding my hips so I couldn't chase her. Her tongue was hot and deliberate. She circled my clit, then sealed her mouth over it and sucked, and the sound that came out of me was nothing like the careful moans I'd let her hear through the wall. She groaned into me and the vibration went straight up my spine.

"You taste like you've been waiting all night," she said, and went back down.

She ate me like she had all the time in the world and none of it. Long strokes. A pause to spit on me and watch it mix with how wet I already was. Two fingers teasing my entrance but not pushing in, just spreading me so her tongue could work deeper. I fisted her hair. My heels dug into the couch cushion. The building was silent except for the wet sounds of her mouth and the broken things I was saying.

"Petra. Right there. Don't stop. Fuck, don't you stop."

She didn't. She pinned my clit under her tongue and worked it in tight, filthy circles until the heat snapped. I came hard, thighs clamping around her head, back arched off the couch, her name torn out of me loud enough that the wall didn't matter anymore. She stayed with it, licking me through every pulse, greedy, until I was shaking and pushing at her shoulder because it was too much and not enough at the same time.

She kissed the inside of my thigh, chin shining. "Bed," she said. "I'm not done with you."

We stumbled down the short hall. I hit the lamp with my elbow and left it on, low and amber. Petra stretched out on her back and crooked a finger.

"Get up here. Sit on my face. I want you grinding on my mouth while you finger me."

I swung a leg over and faced her feet, reverse, and lowered myself onto her tongue. The new angle made me gasp. She gripped my ass and pulled me down harder, licking into me while I braced a hand on her stomach and slid two fingers into her cunt. She was soaked, swollen, clenching around me the second I pushed in. I curled them and she moaned against my pussy, the sound muffled and obscene.

I rode her face. There was no pretty way to say it. I rolled my hips and used her mouth, and she took it, tongue flat then pointed, nose pressed to me, hands spreading me open. My fingers pumped in and out of her, slick to the knuckle, and every time I hit the spot that made her hips jump I did it again. We were a mess of breath and wet skin. I came a second time smaller, sharper, grinding down while she sucked my clit, and she laughed into me like she'd won something.

I climbed off on shaking legs. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked wrecked and pleased.

"Come here," I said. "I want your cunt on mine."

We lay on our sides and hooked a leg each, angling until our pussies met. The first grind stole the air out of both of us. Hot, slippery, swollen against swollen. We found a rhythm and chased it, hips working, the wet sound of us filling the room. Petra grabbed my ass and hauled me closer. I held her thigh and rocked, clit dragging over clit, both of us swearing.

"Fuck, Annika. Just like that. Grind on me. Make a mess."

"I already am," I panted. "Feel it. Feel how wet you made me."

We scissored until my thighs burned and her breaths went ragged, until neither of us could keep the angle and we were just rutting, desperate, slippery thrusts that smeared our combined slick everywhere. She broke first this time, a sharp cry, hips stuttering, and the pulse of her against me nearly tipped me over again. Not quite. I was strung tight and whining.

Petra rolled me onto my back before I could catch it. She caught my wrists and pinned them above my head in one hand, her grip firm, her eyes on mine.

"You good?" she asked, voice low. "You want me to fuck you like this?"

"Yes. Hold me down. I want it."

She pushed two thick fingers into me in one slow thrust and I arched off the mattress. She fucked me deep, palm grinding my clit on every stroke, and dropped her mouth to my breast. She sucked my nipple hard, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, then moved to the other and did it again while her fingers curled and pounded. I couldn't get my hands free and I didn't want to. I wrapped my legs around her waist and took it, babbling, please and harder and Petra, Petra.

The second orgasm — the shattering one — hit when she sucked my nipple and twisted her fingers at the same time. I came so hard my vision went white at the edges. My cunt clamped down on her hand and I sobbed her name into the pillow, wrists straining in her grip, whole body shaking through it until I was limp and gasping and she was kissing my throat like she was proud of the ruin she'd made.

"Your turn," I managed. "On your stomach. I want all of you."

She let my wrists go and rolled over, ass up, cheek on the sheet. I spread her with both hands and looked at how wet she was, how her cunt still fluttered. I licked her from clit to entrance, slow, tasting both of us, then higher. I pressed my tongue to her asshole and she jerked, then pushed back with a broken moan.

"Yes. Fuck. Do that."

I rimmed her in wet circles, one hand working her clit, the other sliding two fingers back into her pussy. She was loud now, no performance left, just need. I alternated, tongue on her ass, mouth on her clit, fingers pumping, until her thighs started to tremble in that specific way.

"I'm gonna— Annika, I'm—"

She squirted. A hot rush over my fingers and my chin, soaking the sheet, her whole body locking and then pulsing while I kept my tongue on her clit and didn't let up until she was pushing my head away, laughing and swearing and shaking.

We collapsed. The room smelled like sex and sweat. The lamp threw a dull gold over the wreck of the bed. Outside, the sky had started to go gray at the edges of the blinds.

For a while we only breathed. Then Petra dragged two fingers through the slick on my thigh and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean. She did the same with mine, lazy, thorough, licking our combined juices from my knuckles, then from the crease of my hip, humming like she was content. I returned the favor, mouth on the inside of her thigh where she was still shining, salt and skin and the sharp taste of her orgasm.

She kissed me deep, unhurried, sharing it. When she pulled back she smiled against my mouth.

"This is only the first night of many," she whispered. "I'm not done wanting you."

She pulled me against her chest, one arm heavy over my waist, and I felt her heartbeat start to slow. Dawn was breaking in a thin line under the blind. Her breathing evened. She was almost asleep.

My phone was on the floor with my shirt. Hers lit up beside it, screen bright in the gray. I shouldn't have looked. I did.

A text from a name I didn't know. You coming back? Left the door open. Don't make me wait till derby practice to get what you promised last week.

Petra's arm tightened like she felt me go still. She didn't open her eyes. She didn't explain. The whisper about many nights sat in my ear and curdled.

I stayed where she had put me, skin still slick, body still humming, and watched the light come up on the wall we shared. I had wanted this for months. Now that I had it, I wasn't sure I could stand the daylight version of her, or of myself. Something was wrong, and it was not going to be fixed by falling asleep.