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Chapter 29

Giselle

U nwinding myself out of a seated spinal twist, I push up from the floor, relishing in the feel of fresh blood coursing through my veins and check the time.

Hudson’s train from Manchester is due to arrive soon and I promised I’d be there to pick him up, which means, if I want to be there on time, I need to leave in a handful of minutes.

Excitement bubbles up inside of me until I’m practically overflowing with it, unable to hide the grin dancing across my lips.

I can’t wait to see him.

Bending at my hips, I roll the foam fabric of my yoga mat into a log, moving to tuck it away beside the door so I don’t forget to bring it to work with me tomorrow.

I make a quick dash to the kitchen, filling up my travel mug with a warming cup of tea so I’m not tempted to buy one at the train station – those things cost an arm and a leg – and I’m ready to go.

Coat. Shoes. Handbag. Set of—

The sound of a key twisting in the lock fills the small space around me, setting me on edge, because who the fuck else has a key to Hudson’s flat?

Fear running red hot through me, I turn just in time to watch as the very man I’m supposed to be meeting off the train, shoves his way through the door.

“What are you doing here?!” I all but yell. “You’ve scared the shit out of me! I thought I was picking you up!?”

Hudson pops his shoulders, unceremoniously dumping his bag on the floor and taking a step towards me. “I caught an earlier train so I could see you quicker.”

Oh.

Fear dissipating as quickly as it had arrived, I bound across the floor, my feet eating up the rest of the space between us, until I can safely jump in his strong, corded arms.

“I missed you,” I mumble into Hudson’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his citrusy aftershave.

“Missed you more,” he whispers into my hair, those strong hands of his wrapping around the back of my thighs.

Twining my legs around his waist, I pepper kisses along his collarbone, up his neck, mouthing at the thrumming pulse point behind his ear.

Our kisses grow hotter, more frantic, clouding my mind until I hardly register Hudson moving us to his bedroom until he lays me down reverently on the mattress.

I stare up at him for a second, taking in every inch of Hudson Millen above me; the silver chain hanging from his neck, the soft smile on his lips making the corners of his eyes crinkle, the prominent veins in his arms bulging as he balances himself aloft on his palms.

He’s really here; in the flesh.

“I’m not going to be able to hold back if you keep looking at me like that.”

I cock a brow, my legs still wrapped around his waist, bare feet crossed against his lower back, his Achilles spot, making it all that much easier to tilt my pelvis and brush my core against the thick length of his cock through the material of our clothes. “Who said I wanted you to hold back?”

“But—”

I grind my core against him again, this time eliciting a groan which sounds very similar to my name. Good , I think, pleasure rippling down my spine. At least he knows who he belongs too. “I’m not going to fucking break, Hudson.”

As if those are the very words he needs to hear, Hudson presses his hips up to meet mine, catching himself on his forearms and laying his lips on mine.

We’re a tangle of long, lean limbs – our kisses growing more and more frantic with each moan and graze of my clit against his cock.

I suck in a lungful of oxygen as Hudson pulls away from me, sitting on his hindquarters to yank my leggings down and take my sports bra off, leaving me completely bare.

My heart races in my chest, and I’m sure Hudson is able to feel it as he palms either of my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh there, before applying pressure and pushing me back to lie down.

“Are you nervous?”

I shake my head, my hair rubbing against the material of my pillow. “I never feel nervous when I’m with you, Hudson.”

His whole face softens, lips curling up into a smirk I catch before he bends his head, sucking my left nipple into his mouth.

I’m alight with different sensations, unable to focus on one for much longer than a heartbeat; the feel of Hudson’s hair tickling my chest as he grazes his teeth over my sensitive flesh, the sound of my already laboured breathing, the ache in my core begging to be filled.

My fingers slip through the dark strands of Hudson’s hair, but before I can keep him at my breasts, he’s moving to trail a line of kisses down my sternum, my stomach and each of my hipbones.

He palms my thighs, opening my legs wider to allow him to settle comfortably, peering up at me with those green fuck-me eyes of his.

I watch, stuck in a trance, as Hudson’s thumbs part my sticky folds and then the flat of his tongue licks a line from the bottom of my slit all the way to my pulsing clit.

“ Fuck , Hudson,” I whine, squeezing my eyes tightly shut until silver stars burst across my vision. I can’t stop my hips from bucking upwards needily, urging Hudson to put his tongue back on me.

There’s a part of me that wonders if he’s going to make me beg and plead, but no sooner does the thought enter my head, Hudson is pulling my clit between his lips and sucking.

I crack open my eyes to find him still watching me, his fingers digging into the lean flesh of my thighs, little divots that I hope will leave behind a mark. His pupils are blown wide, hardly but a ring of green visible around the edges.

He looks as wild as I feel; impatient and barely holding on to any self-control.

I wonder what I can do to make him fully lose it.

My head presses back into the plush pillow beneath me, while Hudson falls into a rhythm he knows will get me off in minutes, stealing my breath and the words sitting on the very tip of my tongue.

I feel my inner thighs tense when Hudson notches his middle finger at my dripping entrance, sliding in so fucking slowly until I can feel myself sitting on his webbed flesh. The intrusion stings a little, my body still getting used to the size of his thick fingers, but I welcome it and the heady, lightheaded feeling, which follows.

Crooking his finger upwards, Hudson searches for that spongy spot I can never reach by myself. The smirk imprinting itself onto my hipbone tells me he knows when he’s found it. As if my toes curling and then uncurling against his upper trapezius’ muscles, doesn’t give it away. Or the way I gasp out loud, fingers grasping the tangled bedsheet, my lower back arching away from the bed.

“That’s the spot, hm?” Hudson mutters into my hip crease, mouthing a kiss there before he sinks his teeth in and yanks a hiss of pleasured pain from my lips.

I can only nod frantically, every inch of skin covering my body tight and on fire. I can already feel my orgasm building behind my hips, tightening in my lower stomach, turning my mouth dry.

Dipping his head, Hudson swipes his tongue across my clit, sending an addictive electric shock of ecstasy through my veins.

“Such a fucking tight pussy, Gee…”

I know; I can’t help it. I can feel myself fluttering against his finger inside of me.

Keeping his calloused finger coaxing gently along my G-spot, up and down, up and down, Hudson picks up speed tonguing my clit, his third day stubble brushing against my swollen folds.

The different sensations are maddening, sending me further and further towards the edge. I’m helpless to do anything but allow Hudson to play my body like a fiddle, a second thick finger now joining his middle digit, turning my legs to jelly and my mind to mush.

I feel so fucking full already. The pressure in my core almost too much, but not enough, all at the same time.

It’s enough to make my stomach flip at the knowledge I’m already full from just his fingers. If this feels good enough to make my eyes roll back into my head… What the fuck is his cock going to feel like inside of me?

I splinter apart at the thought, crying out loudly, reaching down to grasp Hudson’s head, keeping him at my core.

Ecstasy coats my bones, turning me pliant, making my eyes water and causing my core to pulse wetly.

Slipping his fingers from me, I catch a glimpse of my arousal dripping past his knuckles, and down to his wrist, before Hudson is lifting himself up to capture my mouth. I taste myself on his tongue, nibbling his lower lip between my teeth as he wraps his damp fingers around my waist, keeping me pressed against the mattress.

“You okay?”

I swipe a lock of soft, dark hair away from his forehead, relishing in the feel of his body on mine.

Nodding, I move my fingertips to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up, up, up, until I can peel it right over his head. “You’re too dressed.”

With a cock of his brow, Hudson slides his way down my body, groaning in the back of his throat when my hard nipples graze along his skin.

Standing at the foot of the bed, naked from the waist up, I drink in the sight of Hudson Millen.

He’s so gorgeous it should be illegal.

Without second guessing what I’m doing, I put my two fingers in my mouth, whistling loudly. Hudson stops, his thumbs in the waistband of his grey tracksuit trousers, glancing at me curiously.

Settling myself comfortably against the pillows, I bat my lashes. “Come on, give me a show.”

“A show?”

“Mhm,” I hum.

“What will I get in return?”

I tip my head to the side, thinking over his words.

Silently, without another word, I spread my legs, planting my feet flat on the bed so Hudson can see every wet inch of me. “How about… a lap dance?”

Hudson’s jaw ticks, his nostrils flaring, his eyes bouncing from my face to my breasts to the satin seam of me and then back to my face. “Deal.”

Smiling indulgently, I watch Hudson push the waistband of his joggers down from his hips, revealing the deep V of his toned Adonis belt and the smattering of hair along his happy trail.

He steps out of his trousers a little too quickly for my liking, but the sight of his cock bulging in his tight, grey boxers makes up for it. As does the way Hudson squeezes himself through the thin fabric, brushing the pad of his thumb along his length until a wet spot appears staining his boxer a darker colour.

“Take them off,” I say, pressing the tip of my tongue into the flesh of my cheek. I’m warm all over again, my core aching, clit pulsing. Absentmindedly, I reach a hand between my thighs, tracing featherlike passes over my clit hood.

Hudson’s green eyes flash, his throat bobbing. “Beg.”

I’m not sure I hear him correctly, what with the fresh surge of arousal dancing through my body, blood roaring in my ears, but I thought he said…

Adding a little bit more pressure to the left-hand side of my bud, I lick my dry lips “Hm?”

“I said, beg, Giselle. Beg me to show you my cock. Beg me to feed it to you.”

Fucking hell.

I never knew I quite liked dirty talk as much before I met Hudson, but now it spills down my spine like syrup, turning my body boneless and stealing any other thought except him from my mind.

“Please,” I hear myself say, a whine escaping in the back of my throat when he reaches forward an inch and bats my hand away from between my legs.

“Stop touching what’s mine. Do you need to get off again, hm? All you had to do was ask. Is your needy pussy aching, Gee?”

I nod, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. The pulse between the apex of my thighs surges, the pressure building making my head spin.

“Do you need help?”

Again, I nod.

“Ask then. Use your big girl words.”

“I need—” I swallow dryly, uncaring if my whimper is too high pitched. “I need you. Please Hudson.”

He pushes the waistband of his boxers down an inch, allowing just the tip of his cock, flushed red with blood, to bob over the top. His mouth drops open, a low moan spilling out at the rush of cool air dancing across his weeping head. “N-need me to what?”

“Touch me.” Under his watchful eyes, I glide my palms up my slight curves, over my toned stomach until I reach my breasts. I’m toeing a dangerous line here, seeing how far I can push Hudson, how far I can get him to lose his mind.

It’s only fair. Because when it comes to Hudson Millen, I lost mine a long time ago.

Flicking my thumbs over my hard nipples, I steal my gaze to his, drinking in his courage to make the words unstick from the roof of my mouth.

“I need you to get me off, Hudson. To fill me up. To fuck me.”

He steps even closer, running the pad of his own thumb down my lower lip until it springs back. “Say please.”

My lips form around the polite plea easily. “Please.”

I’m a little bit surprised that it’s such a simple thing which gets Hudson to snap.

Yanking his underwear down the rest of the way, his eyes flash a wild green as I reach a hand forward to stroke him, twisting my palm slowly around the base of his cock, trailing my fingers up along the length of him, swiping away the string of pre-cum dripping from his slit with my fingertips and sucking them into my mouth.

Swinging my legs to one side, I raise myself onto my knees, putting my lips to Hudson’s ear while I cup his heavy balls.

“Lube and condoms are in the top drawer.”

Palms kneading my arse, Hudson groans my name into my hair. “I’m clean, so we can go without a condom if you feel comfortable.”

The thought of taking Hudson bare has my core fluttering, my thighs tightening.

But I shake my head. One of us has to remain responsible before the horny endorphins take over and we both agree to something we’re not ready for yet.

“I’m not on any birth control, so I think grabbing a condom would be the best idea until I can get a doctor’s appointment, don’t you?”

Hudson’s cock pulses in my hand, another drop of precum smearing itself across my knuckles. He nods, pressing a kiss to the space above my left breast.

“You’re right. Totally right. Responsible.” He squeezes his eyes shut tight and then tips his head back as he opens them again, blowing out a long exhale. “But fuck me the thought of taking you bare back…”

“I know,” I pant, just as fucking desperate as him. The mental image he’s creating is only serving to drive me further insane, a thought of ‘well, what’s the worst thing that could happen’ appearing in my brain before I bat it away.

Maybe he can hear my brain short circuiting because Hudson pulls away to grab the lube and a condom before I can allow myself to make a very rash decision.

Flicking open the top of the unopen box of condoms, he rips one from the strip, tears open the packet and rolls the latex down his heavy length.

“Lie back, Giselle.”

Without tearing my eyes from him, I do as he says, yelping slightly when Hudson grabs my calves and pulls me to the edge of the bed, cradling the backs of my thighs in his corded forearms.

Clutching the bottle of lube in one hand, he dips the other between us, sliding down past my clit and through my folds to my entrance. I feel my walls flutter around his fingertips, greedily trying to keep them inside until I cum again.

“Relax, Giselle,” Hudson utters, his voice low and strained. “I know you need to get off again, but if I make you cum now, you’re going to be super tight and it’s going to be harder for you to take me.”

It’s all I can do but bob my head in agreement.

“But I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

Using his teeth, Hudson pulls the silver hygiene seal from the bottle of lube, spitting it somewhere onto the floor and then squeezing a generous amount into his palm. He smears it onto his latex covered cock and then lays his gaze on mine.

“It’s going to be a little cold,” he warns, waiting for my go ahead before he spurts a dollop of lube onto my pussy.

I jolt in Hudson’s arms at the first contact, the gel cold and foreign feeling on my hyper-sensitive folds, but then Hudson’s warm fingertips are filling the space, coating every inch of me until I’m slippery with my own arousal and the lubricant.

Hudson’s lids fall to half-mast as he watches what he’s doing, his cock twitching, his chest rising and falling slowly with deep, uncontrolled, ragged inhales.

His touch feels so fucking good. I’m so wound up again I could get off like this; the pads of his fingertips grazing my clit in a neat little circle, the perfect amount of pressure, the—

Tilting my head back, I bare my throat, a helpless moan breaking free. I just about manage to poke Hudson’s bicep with my big toe, jerking him out of his reverie. “K-keep that up and I’m going to cum again.”

“ Fuck-k .” Hudson’s fingers stall, drawing the fluttering in my core to a halt. “Look at me, Giselle.”

I do as he asks without a second thought.

“Watch me fill you up… just like you asked.”

Hudson fists the base of his cock, keeping himself steady while he drags the tip of his length up through my soaked folds and taps twice on the sensitive hood of my clit.

It’s all I can do to stop my eyes from rolling back into my head.

I don’t want to miss a second, I want to catalogue every pinch of ecstasy crossing Hudson’s face, knowing I’m the one bringing him that pleasure. My body. Me.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I let out a pleased hum, dragging my eyes down to watch Hudson breach my entrance.

It stings a little, but I don’t tell him to stop. I need it. I need him .

He slides in another inch or two and then stops, watching my reaction. I know he’s holding himself back for my sake. It’s obvious in the ripple of his taut abdomen and the grip imprinting itself onto my hip.

“Keep going,” I urge him, squeezing my eyes tightly shut at the stab of pain shooting through my core. Inhaling deeply, I focus on the push and pull of my breathing, listening to the hiss of pleasure escaping from Hudson’s gritted teeth as he feels my walls contract around him, sucking him in deeper.

“Can you take anymore?” Hudson asks, voice strained.

“Are you not—”

Hudson laughs lowly, the sound dark enough to make me peel open my eyes. He pushes a lock of hair hanging across his eyebrows and holds my stare. “You’ve got a couple more inches to take yet before I’m inside you fully, Giselle.”

Christ.

I make a garbled sound, my mind already half gone with pleasure, feeling Hudson reposition his grip, wrapping his large hands around my calves and gliding his hips forward.

“ Hudson ,” I hear myself whimper, nails digging into his corded forearms once he’s fully inside of me, the back of my thighs kissing his pelvis. I feel so fucking full, like there’s not enough space to breath, to—

“I know, I know, baby,” Hudson groans in agreement. “God, you feel so fucking good. So, fucking tight wrapped around my cock. Gonna milk me dry with your pretty pussy.”

Slowly, so fucking slowly, Hudson pulls out and then pushes himself back inside, replacing the quick zap of pain with a heavy thrum of pleasure. It works its way through my bones, leaving me heady, the feeling of fullness between my legs, in my core, addictive.

“More,” I mutter, lacing my fingers with Hudson’s hands. He’s moving inside of me, but I need him impossibly closer.

“You need me to fuck you?”

I bob my head vigorously, my words choking on my tip of my tongue as Hudson picks up speed.

The slapping sound of our bodies moving together echoes from the walls, mixed with moans spilling from our lips and the wet sound of my core coating Hudson’s cock in my arousal.

Reaching upwards I palm the back of Hudson’s neck, crunching my abdomen muscles to bring our faces closer together. Dragging him in for a heated kiss, I feel my core fluttering around him, pressure building behind my hips.

“You need to cum again?” Hudson mumbles into my skin, dotting kisses along my left breast and my heart space.

“Uh huh,” I whine, my right hand already finding the place where we’re joined.

Spreading my middle and ring finger, my clit nestling in the soft web of my flesh, I feel with my fingertips the space Hudson is carving out for himself; the drag of his latex covered cock, wet with a mixture of arousal and lube, the heat radiating from his hard flesh showcasing his humanness.

“Fuck, Gee.”

Swiping the pad of my thumb along his pulse point thrumming in his neck, a reminder I’m here with him, I feel it too, the bubble of emotions and feelings almost too much.

Circling my clit, my fingers slip once or twice, before I regain the rhythm, allowing Hudson to fuck up into me. If he weren’t holding me up, I’m sure I’d be halfway up the bed by now, collapsing somewhere in the mattress unable to hold myself up.

I orgasm for the second time this evening with a shout of Hudson’s name, contracting around him rhythmically, wringing a series of profanities from his lips as he feels me tighten around him.

Hudson thrusts once, twice, three, four times before he groans my name. “ Giselle .”

His hips stutter, grinding against my wet flesh in attempt to get as close to me as possible. He spills hotly inside of the condom between us, falling on top of me with a long exhale.

I lie on my back, panting, looking up at the ceiling of my bedroom as Hudson pulls out of me gently.

“I’ll go get a cloth,” he says, stepping away to the bathroom and returning, cock soft, with a warm washcloth in his hands. He wipes between my thighs, before joining me in bed, pulling me into his arms, our sticky bodies flush together, until we fall asleep.