Chapter 22
CRAWL TO ME
MADISON
It’s been a long day. A long, fun day. The happiest day in months, maybe longer.
My heart feels full from all the laughter, and my head still buzzes from the overwhelming neon lights and noise of the arcade.
My feet ache from hours on them. I should have crashed like Remi and Connor did in the backseat.
And yet… I feel alive. Awake in a way I haven’t been in so long.
A shiver runs up my spine as I slide the key into the lock. He’s so close behind me, I can feel the heat radiating off his body. Feel the tension between us coil tightly.
“Baby girl,” Hunter murmurs, voice rough. “If you don’t open your front door and let us inside in the next two seconds, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
I turn my head, just enough to see him in the corner of my eye, and the sight nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. Desire—raw, dark, and unhidden—swims in his eyes.
His chest rises and falls faster than it should.
It’s like he’s holding himself back from taking control, taking me how he wants.
That thought alone sends heat spiraling low in my belly, an ache pulsing between my thighs.
Every time I caught him staring at me today with that heated, hungry look, my mind flashed back to his hands on me.
His mouth. The way he knows exactly how to unravel me.
My fingers fumble around the key. His hand lands on my hip, gripping tightly.
“Hunt…” I whisper, not sure if it’s a warning or a plea.
“I’ve been so good,” he says, pressing into me, his breath hot against my neck as he leans down. “I haven’t touched myself once.”
The lock clicks open. My pulse does too.
We stumble inside, the door shutting behind us with a soft thud, and my breath catches in my throat. His cedar and clean soap scent wraps around me, warm and familiar, dizzying. The desperation in his voice lingers in the air between us, seeping into my veins.
I lift my hand, stopping him from advancing on me.
“If we do this…” My voice trails off.
His chest presses into my palm, not to push me, but to make me feel how tightly wound he is. My heart slams against my ribs. If we cross this line, there’s no coming back. I won’t be able to. My mind, my body, and my entire soul crave him far too much.
“Baby,” he breathes, his eyes darkening.
“I promise, after tonight, we’ll talk about what this means.
Where we go from here. We can plan the next day, the next month, the next ten years, because you are my future.
I’ll plan all my days with you. I’ll fall at your feet every night and prove to you that I’m yours. ”
His words slide under my skin, hooking into the frayed thread holding my control together. Tugging, pulling, unraveling.
My feet move before I can think better of it. One step back. Then another. When my heels cross the threshold to my bedroom, the thread snaps.
Confidence I haven’t felt in months surges through me, hot and sure, curling my toes with anticipation.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and slide them down my legs.
A smirk tugs at my mouth as I watch Hunter’s reaction.
His hand flies to the back of his neck, fingers flexing, and his tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip.
He’s looking at me like I’m his favorite meal of the day.
Like he’s starving, and God, the way that stare hits me makes every nerve in my body ignite.
“After tonight,” I say, my voice low, “we work everything out.”
He nods, already stepping toward me eagerly, and I throw my hand up again, stopping him.
The air thickens, heat pulsing in waves, the kind that makes my skin prickle and my breath catch.
My top comes off next, the cool air kissing my skin as I climb onto the bed, sinking into my silk sheets.
I scoot back until I settle against the headboard, letting my legs fall open, revealing to him the thin strip of red lace covering my pussy.
Hunter’s groan is deep and guttural. His stance shifts like he’s trying to relieve the pressure, and his hand starts to drift toward his waistband. I click my tongue, and his eyes snap to mine as I shake my head slowly.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself. Yet.”
“Fuckkkk…” he breathes, shoulders pressing back into the door.
I lift my chin. “Strip for me.”
His hands fumble for the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it over his head faster than I can blink.
His jeans hit the floor in a messy heap after he kicks them off hard enough to send them across the room.
God, I like this look on him—hurried, undone, looking at me like he needs me more than he needs air. Power hums through my veins.
“All the way,” I murmur, following the dusting of dark hair running from his stomach down into his black briefs, hugging his muscular thighs.
They’re gone a breath later. His cock springs free—thick, smooth, and achingly hard. My chest flutters, heat pulsing deep between my legs.
“Crawl to me,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but loaded with authority.
His eyes widen, heat sparking in them. I spread my legs wider, trailing my finger down my stomach to my center. Teasing him. Taunting him.
“Crawl to me,” I repeat, meeting his gaze, “and then you can take me.”
He drops to his knees first, eyes locked on mine, a cocky smirk curving his mouth like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Then his hands hit the floor and—God help me—Hunter Dawson crawls. My skin turns hot all over.
I, Madison Taylor, have Hunter Dawson on his knees. Crawling to me, begging for me.
Something shifts in his gaze as he gets closer; it’s dark, dangerous, hungry in a way that makes my pulse trip. The air crackles. When he reaches me, his hands wrap around my ankles, yanking me down the bed in one smooth, possessive pull as a startled squeal rips from my throat.
“Is that what you wanted, baby?” he rasps, breath ghosting over my thighs. “Wanted me on my knees… begging for you… so fucking desperate, I’m ready to blow the second I’m inside this tight pussy?”
His finger swipes down my center, where I’m growing wetter by the second. The touch is barely anything, just a tease, a promise, that sends a tremor straight through me.
A whimper slips out before I can bite it back.
“Is that what you wanted?” he repeats, his voice commanding.
“Y-yes,” I moan, my hips lifting, seeking more.
“And what do you want now? Hmm?”
His finger hooks under the string of my thong, tugging just enough to make me squirm.
What do I want now? God, I want him to take it all.
I thought I could drag this out, make him work for it, make him sweat.
But having him kneeling there, being so good, following every rule, every instruction I give…
It’s unraveling me. My body’s given up on the fight, my pussy pulsing, pleading, taking over every rational thought I have left.
She’s done waiting. She’s screaming at me to give in.
“I want you to fuck me so hard, I see the stars.” I bite down on my lip.
The words barely leave my mouth before the lace between my legs is torn in two and thrown over his shoulder.
I gasp. One second, he’s on his knees, the next, he’s hovering over me, caging me in with his arms. The heat from his body rolls over me in waves as his cock nudges my entrance, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Hunter,” I whine, lifting my hips.
“You sure?” he asks, his eyes holding mine.
“Make me see the stars, baby,” I whisper against his lips.
He thrusts into me without restraint, stretching me in the most delicious way.
A broken groan tears from his chest. His forehead drops to mine, his breath hot and uneven.
The shock of him filling me knocks every thought from my head.
I grind up to meet him, desperate, greedy for more.
My pulse pounds in my ears, and I feel him everywhere.
Deep inside me. Around me. In my heart, in my soul. God, he’s everywhere.
“Honey, I’m gonna need you to stop moving,” he rasps, voice frayed.
I freeze instantly, breathing him in, searching his eyes.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his jaw tight. “You’re so wet. So tight. Missed this pussy. So much.”
His words light me up from the inside out. “I know you want this to last,” I say, curling my fingers over his shoulders. “But baby… please. Please just fuck me. We can make it last in round two.”
He pulls out only to slam back into me, hard. Again and again. Each thrust steals a gasp from my lungs.
“Mine,” he growls, his mouth crashing onto mine, kissing me until I forget where my body ends, and his begins.
My core clenches around him, pleasure shooting down my spine in wild tingles. My heart beats out of my chest, trying to match the rhythm of his.
“Faster,” I moan, my nails scratching down his back. “Harder.”
His grip shifts, guiding my leg higher as he drives deeper, his thrusts turning rough with urgency.
Our breaths mingle. Every sound that leaves him is low and feral, and my moans turn to screams. Sweat beads down his back as my nails dig into his shoulders.
The headboard knocks against the wall in steady, undeniable beats.
We’re tangled and lost in each other, every movement pushing us closer to the edge we’re both chasing.
“So full. You feel so good,” I breathe.
He answers with a shuddering exhale, voice breaking between the force of his movements.
“Gonna”—thrust—“come.”
He lets my leg fall, his hand sliding up my body before cupping my breast, his touch firm and hungry.
When he pinches my sensitive nipple, a shocked cry rips from me.
Heat coils tight in my stomach, too much, too fast. White sparks flicker at the edges of my vision, and I see the goddamn stars.
My pussy clenches and pulses around his cock, and the moment I fall apart, he follows with a broken groan, burying his face into my neck as he spills inside me, chasing the last waves with me.
His body shudders through the aftershocks, and my legs turn to jelly as he coaxes every last tremor from both of us.
“Holy shit, baby,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Did you see the stars? Because I swear I saw the whole damn universe.”
He rolls to the side, and I whimper at the loss of him. We’re both sweaty, breathless, stunned. I turn my head, finding him already watching me. His eyes soften, and I shift onto my side, propping myself on my elbow.
“I saw the stars,” I whisper.
I’m on my back in an instant, his mouth slanting over mine, kissing me like he’s trying to breathe me in.
His hand glides over my breasts, down my waist, following every curve like he’s memorizing me all over again.
When his fingers slip between my thighs, and he gathers his cum, coating my still sensitive clit in it, my breath stutters.
His eyes darken at the sight of me, of the mess he’s making, and I can’t help the soft moan that leaves my lips as my hips lift into his touch, searching for more.
“My girl’s needy, isn’t she?”
He groans, his fingers freezing, tension rippling through his muscles.
“Baby, fuck. We didn’t use a condom.”
I bite down on my lip, my heart racing as I meet his gaze. “I haven’t been with anyone since before you. And I’m still on the pill.”
“It’s only been you for me too,” he says, voice low, honest. “I’m clean.”
I smile at him. “Okay.”
My hand lifts, threading through his damp hair, tugging gently just because I can. The sheets cling to my skin, my thighs still shaky, a delicious sting settling between them. Something eases between us, like our pieces may be starting to finally click together.
“Baby girl.” His palm closes around my jaw, thumb stroking the corner of my mouth.
“I’m desperate for you. So here’s what’s going to happen.
I’m going to clean you up, take care of you properly, kiss every inch of you”—his gaze drops to where our bodies were joined, heat firing in his eyes—“then I’m gonna take this greedy pussy again. ”
A shiver rolls through me, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
“And after that,” he continues, rolling away and standing, “I’m pulling you into my side, going to curl around you, and we’re going to sleep better than we ever have. When the night ends, when the sun rises, we’ll figure the rest out. Together.”
He reaches for my hands and pulls me to my feet, my chest colliding with his solid warmth.
“I like the sound of that,” I say, letting my fingers trail down his lean stomach, over the ridges of his abs.
His breath hitches, muscles flexing under my touch, before I spin from his grasp and walk toward the bathroom.