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Chapter 30

Hudson

“ I ’ve got a surprise for you,” Gee whispers deep into my ear, her hand squeezing my upper bicep a week later, as she passes by the main area of the gym on her way to teach a meditation class.

Now, that I’m back from first aid training – I passed with flying colours, thank fuck – we’ve hardly spent a minute apart, except for Monday morning when Gee slipped away to attend an important appointment.

I didn’t pry, knowing she’d tell me when she was good and ready, but now I’m hoping maybe it was something to do with this surprise she has for me.

“I can’t fucking wait, Gee.” Smirking, I press my lips to hers, savouring the taste of her before I pat her arse and send her on her way.

I watch her go, hips swaying, until she disappears down the corridor with a wave of her fingertips.

I’m on edge for the rest of the day and into the evening, peering out of the corner of my narrowed eyes at Giselle as we lay together on her sofa watching an old blockbuster comedy.

She doesn’t mention anything else about a surprise even as we fool around in bed, me wringing an orgasm out of her with my hand, her with her wicked tongue on my cock and by the morning I’ve forgot any mention of a surprise until I duck into the bathroom to empty my bladder.

After pissing, I flush and wash up at the sink, noticing the familiar shiny gold ring sitting on the corner of the ceramic.

I pick it up, cradling the small item of jewellery in my palm, running the edge of my blunt nail along the inside. The inner portion of the ring is tarnished with constant wear and tear, the jewellers engraving so tiny it’s barely legible.

Closing my fingers around the cool precious metal, I head out of the bathroom in search of Giselle.

I find her in kitchen, filling up the kettle and setting it to boil.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, I crowd her space, pressing the bare front of my chest to her back, moulding the hand not clutching her ring, to her hip and pulling her arse back into me until we’re flush together, not an inch remaining between us.

Peering over her shoulder at me, Gee smiles slyly, the little grin I love which makes her eyes sparkle and the upper left corner of her lip twitch.

“What?”

“What?” I repeat back to her, hoping my look of innocence is paying off.

“You want something.”

“Me?” I scoff playfully. “Can’t I just come up behind you to give you a hug?”

“You can.” Gee cocks a manicured eyebrow. “But you’re rubbing up against me so I’m thinking you want something more than just a friendly hug.”

“Mm,” I hum nonchalantly into her neck, placing a gentle kiss to the downy baby hairs which have escaped the bun sitting at the crown of her head.

I know I have her full attention when she relaxes into my hold, her hand coming up to tiptoe down my corded forearm, scratching gently before she intertwines our fingers grazing across her waist.

“Hudson,” she sighs, tipping her head to the side to expose more of her neck.

Dutifully, I paint her skin with kisses and the odd nip, soothing the sting with a swipe of my tongue. My cock kicks in my underwear and I’m mindless but to ruck up the hem of Gee’s oversized t-shirt and grind against the soft curve of her bare arse.

“I— fuck —I found something in the bathroom.”

“Yeah?” Giselle replies breathily, turning around in my grasp to steal a kiss from my lips.

Her breasts rub up against my chest, her hard nipples poking through the material of her shirt, distracting me for a beat, before I remember the cold ring sitting in my palm.

Unfurling my fingertips, I reveal the circular piece of gold I’m so used to seeing adorn Giselle’s hand. On instinct, my eyes flick to her middle finger on her left hand where her ring typically sits. Instead, her finger sits bare. A slight band of skin, paler than the rest of her, is the only sign that she ever wore the ring in the first place.

“Why was this sitting on the corner of the bathroom sink?”

“I’m not wearing it anymore.”

Blood rushes between my ears. “You’re not—”

“Why would I? I’m not celibate anymore. You should know this seeing as you’re the one who took my celibacy, Millen.”

A rush of possessiveness dances through me. It’s a heady feeling maybe even enough to forgive the bratty tone in Giselle’s words.

Maybe.

“I guess that means this is mine now.” I hold the ring up to the light, watching as it shimmers and glints in the warm golden glow being emitted from Gee’s living room lamp. It’s a tiny thing, thin too, it definitely won’t fit around my own middle finger, but…

“I guess it is.”

It’s so silent between us I’m sure I’d be able to hear a pin drop.

Holding Giselle’s stare, I shove the ring onto my thick pinkie finger and then I bend my head to devour her lips with mine. She gives back as good as she gets, moaning into my mouth when I suck on her tongue, squeezing and touching the bulge of my hard cock until a full body shiver racks me.

Not one to be outdone, I shove a hand between her legs, finding her already soaking wet for me, practically dripping down her thighs. I collect her arousal from her sodden entrance and then move up to toy with her clit, moving in slick, tight circles.

Just the way she likes it.

Once she’s tilting her hips up in a silent plea, I thrust two fingers inside of her, feeling her greedy walls contract around my digits. Her wet warmth spills down my hand as I keep my thumb moving in tandem against her pulsing swollen bundle of nerves.

I hiss through my teeth as Giselle pulls down the waistband of my boxers, spits into her hand and going straight for the kill. Quickly jacking me up and down with one hand, she cups my heavy balls with her other, gently rolling the tight skin there.

It feels slightly strange to not feel the cool material of her celibacy ring against the hot flesh of my cock, but I shelve that thought when Giselle attacks my mouth again.

Giselle comes first with a cry, standing, almost bent over, in her kitchen, while I play her body like a fiddle. I don’t complain when she stops wanking me off, ecstasy overtaking her body, or stop even when I feel her tighten and contract around me, drawing out her pleasure for as long as she’ll let me.

Aftershocks still making her twitch, Gee bats away my hand and refocuses her attention on me. Her sky-blue eyes bore into mine as she moves her hand up and down, up and down, up and down, spitting once from above and watching my reaction as it meets my pulsing tip and drips down my length.

My abdomen tightens, my balls drawing up, the ball of pleasure in my spine building, spreading outwards until I can’t feel my upper thighs.

We’re familiar with each other enough now that Giselle knows when I’m about to blow my load, she can read the warning signs of my body just like I can read hers.

Tipping my head back, I groan a mixture of her name and profanities, reaching to hold her hip in an attempt to steady myself.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

But I don’t get to finish my sentence. Rather than feeling that sweet release of exploding, Giselle pulls away, leaving me hanging and on the edge.

So fucking close but not enough.

I glare at her, watching the smirk grace her plush, kiss bitten lips.

She wants to play dirty?

Fine.

We can play dirty, but I know which one of us is going to come out on top.

“You gonna finish me off?” I ask, feeling my cock pulse, heavy and hard. I could use my own hand, it wouldn’t take long, but where would be the fun in that?

Giselle doesn’t answer, instead cocking her head to the side, trying to read my next move.

“Do you wanna play the hard way or the easy way?”

Still no answer.

“Fine.” I press the tip of my tongue into the sharp point of my canine tooth. “The hard way it is. On your knees.”

At first, I’m not sure if Giselle is going to follow my instruction. I’m half expecting a sharp, snarky reply to burst free. But I knew there was a soft side, just waiting for someone else to take the reins once in a while, inside of my girl.

Moving slowly, Giselle lowers to her knees, continuing to stare at me dead on.

Challenging.

Daring me.

I step back an inch and again and again, until I’m standing on the threshold of her kitchen before walking, unbothered by the open curtains and what her neighbours might catch a glimpse of, into her living room.

Stopping dead in the centre, I look back at Giselle, still sitting the same spot I left her, palms lying flat on her thighs.

“On your hands and knees. Crawl to me.”

My lids fall to half mast as she does exactly as I ask.

Placing her palms flat on the floor, Giselle crawls towards me, inch by torturing inch, tits swaying, arse tilted up for the offering. Not once does she pull her gaze from mine; those sapphire blue eyes of hers boring into mine, staring into my soul, stealing my secrets.

I let her, baring my soul and my heart. Giving it all up to her.

Just as she does me.

Taking a step back, Giselle follows, never letting me get too far out of her reach.

When the backs of my legs hit the edge of the mattress, she stops in the doorway to her bedroom, watching me.

Waiting.

I sit, feeling the soft mattress dip beneath me with my weight, my hard cock bobbing against my lower stomach, my tip brushing somewhere above my belly button, smearing sticky pre-cum into my skin.

Wrapping my palm, which is much more calloused and rough compared to the feel of Giselle’s butter soft skin touching me that I’ve become accustomed too, around the base, I allow myself a quick squeeze, dulling the edge of ecstasy crawling up my spine ever so slightly.

Giselle’s tongue peeks out as she watches me fist my cock, wetting her lips.

She looks like she wants to eat me alive.

Good.

Because the feeling is very much mutual.

I enjoy the sight of her flushed cheeks, the pretty crimson tiptoeing its way down her neck, across her collarbones, to her chest, while cupping my aching balls, resisting the urge to buck up into my hand.

“Sit back, Gee. Let me see those tits.”

She does as I ask without question, falling back onto her knees, propping her tits up high, as on offering, with her hands.

Good girl.

Another twist of my hand around my length and I know I need to stop. If I don’t, I’m going to be emptying my load into my hand and that’s nowhere near as good as the feel of Giselle’s warm, wet walls stretching to make me fit, clenching down on me so tightly I swear my eyes cross.

Loosening my grip, I pat the bed beside me, unable to wait a second longer to be inside her.

“Up you get. On your back so I can see your pretty face while I fuck you.”

The mattress dips further when Giselle crawls onto my lap, grazing her hot core over my cock and sucking my tongue into her mouth before she leaves me hanging for a second time, moving higher up the bed to rest her head on a pillow.

“Tease,” I growl, mind growing hazy with desire.

Following Giselle onto the bed, I drape my body over hers, catching myself on my forearms before I crush her.

I dot open mouthed kisses onto every inch of supple skin I can reach, bending my head to take her right nipple between my teeth and bite down.

The hiss of pain Giselle makes sounds like a feral wild cat.

It’s okay though, even though she bites, I’ve tamed her.

“Open your legs.”

Grinning at me, Giselle shifts to cradle me between her thighs, the wet folds of her grazing my Adonis belt.

“Do you need prepping?”

Giselle shakes her head.

“Are you wet enough to take me?”

“Uh huh.”

I slide two thick fingers between Gee’s thighs just to double check, finding her swollen and slick. Smearing her wetness up to her clit, I pass her with the pad of my thumb once, twice, three times, before pulling away.

Keeping eye contact, I hold my fingers up to the light, spreading my middle and ring finger apart and watching the silver string of Giselle’s desire stretch and glisten. Before it can break, I wrap my tongue around my digits, sucking the sweet taste of her from my flesh.

I reach forward to grab a condom from her bedside drawer, stopping only when Gee wraps her small hand around my wrist and shakes her head slowly.

Her upper teeth sink into her plush bottom lip. “Remember that surprise I was telling you about?”

Nodding, I pull her flesh from between her teeth with my thumb. “Yeah?”

“I’m on birth control now, so if you wanna—”

Gee doesn’t get the rest of the words out of her mouth before I’m notching the tip of my cock at her entrance, tilting my hips forward and watching myself disappear inch by fucking inch, Giselle’s pussy sucking me in nosily.

She’s fits around me like a fucking dream, so much warmer and wetter now I can feel her fully without the barrier of latex separating the two of us.

Palming the back of her thighs, I push forward, urging Gee’s knees to bend on the mattress, beside her head.

I’m not going to be gentle – I can’t – and I think Giselle knows it too.

I set a hard and fast rhythm, swiping the pad of my thumb over her clit until she’s moaning and writhing beneath me, sharp nails raking up and down my back. I hope she leaves a mark behind.

With a high-pitched whine and a gush of wetness, Gee comes all over my cock, milking me for everything I have. I follow not far behind, her name a pleasured groan on my lips, coating the walls of her fluttering pussy with my cum.

When I’m able to feel my legs again, I pull out, watching as Gee goes to close her legs and—

“Nuh uh.” I spread her thighs open again, clamping them to the mattress. “I wanna see something, Gee. Bear down.”

I watch Giselle’s folds tighten and then contract, my cum seeping out, a small droplet at first, followed by more.

Bending my pinkie finger to the knuckle, I run Giselle’s celibacy ring through her folds and our combined arousal, gathering up the cum there and then presenting it to her.

“Lick it off.”

Staring up at me through sleepy eyes, Gee grasps my wrist, keeping my hand steady as she sticks her pretty pink tongue out and proceeds to lave her way around the gold ring, cleaning up every last drop.

When I eventually regain feeling in my legs, I slide out of Gee with a hiss, moving to grab a handful of tissues from Giselle’s makeup vanity to clean the both of us up.

Less sticky and happily sated, I crawl beneath the sheets, gathering my girl in my corded arms. Wordlessly, she kisses my bicep, resting her head on my chest, her fingers splayed wide over my stomach.

Comfortable silence washes over both of us; our laboured breathing the only sound in the entirety of Giselle’s apartment.

Trailing my palm over the shape of Giselle’s skull, I rub a soft strand of her dark hair between my thumb and forefinger. My breathing might have calmed down after our workout, but I can still feel my heart racing inside my chest cavity.

I want to say it, I want to say it so bad, but…

Recalling the first grounding technique my therapist taught me in our most recent session a fortnight ago, I focus on each individual sensations around me, naming them inside my head.

The feel of Giselle lying on my chest, her weight a comforting reminder.

The taste of her still on my tongue.

The smell of shampoo still clinging to her hair, wafting up to greet my nostrils as I inhale deeply, stomach and ribcage expanding.

The sight of her, dark hair slipping over one shoulder, the still so jarring sight of her bare left hand intertwined with mine.

The sound of her rhymical inhale and exhales, the sound of my name on her lips…

“Hudson?”

“Hm?”

“Promise you’ll keep it safe?” Her slight fingers play with the gold ring on my pinkie finger, twisting it around and around, but I know that’s not all Giselle means.

Placing two fingers under her jaw, I tilt her chin upwards to meet my lips.

“I promise.” I bring my attention to my breathing, the gallop of my heartbeat in my chest and I take the leap. “I love you, Giselle. Thank you for allowing me to feel safe enough to love again.”

She blinks, once, twice, a sheen of tears coating her lower lash line. She licks her lips, wetting the plush flesh there, and then surges forward, pressing her lips to my Cupid’s bow, my lower lip, my jaw, wherever she can reach.

“I love you.”

Those three words spill from her tongue, imprinting themselves into my skin, into my soul, into my heart.

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, curling upwards at the edges in sheer happiness. My heart slows down its gallop, returning to its natural rhythm, a feeling of calm dancing through me.

I don’t feel terrified at my admission like I thought I would.

It’s a testament to how much my therapist has been helping me to work though the trauma of my mother’s illness and the events that followed in the last month or so since I’ve been seeing him.

I don’t feel terrified because I know that any feeling I experience, any worry that she’s going to be taken away from me, is worth it to feel even an ounce of Giselle’s love.

Nothing can change that.

Her love gives me strength, it makes me feel on top of the world, able to take on anything.

We humans may be fragile, but the love we feel , the love we receive , the love we give out to others, isn’t.

Fuck me… I didn’t know I could be so poetic.

“Aren’t you so glad I looked through your dance studio window? Hm?”

“What? So, you could look at all the girls and—”

“I was only looking at you .”

Giselle breaks into a fit of giggles, batting my arm playfully. “Uh huh. Sure. Only because Mrs Platt wouldn’t give you the time of day.”

A full body shiver passes through me. “Shut up.”

“Do you think she can still do the splits?”

“I don’t want to think about it…”

“Do you think—”

Grabbing Giselle’s waist, I roll her over, ignoring her squeal of protest. “It’s a good job I love you.”

Blue eyes framed with thick lashes flutter up at me. “How could you not? I’m not a pick of trouble.”

I trace the pad of my thumb over her lips, still moving with another snarky comment. “Only because I fuck it out of you. Now, come sit on my cock. I need to feel you coming around me again.”