28. Hudson
Chapter 28
Hudson
E yes burning from staring at a computer screen all day, I collapse onto my hotel bed with a groan.
My lower back aches from sitting in an uncomfortable, unsupportive office chair for most of the day while I filled in questionnaire after online questionnaire to prove I’d actually been listening to the health and safety instructor over the past couple of days.
Of course I’ve been bloody listening, but tests and paperwork aren’t my strong point, especially on a computer where it’s so easy for the words and numbers to get all jumbled up and pixilated, so I can only cross my fingers and hope I’ve passed.
The springs of the bed protest with a loud squeak, as I shuffle further up the lumpy mattress until I can rest my skull on the headboard, my mobile phone in hand.
What I would give right now to be back in London, in my flat, with a thermostat that goes above 16 degrees and my king-sized bed and my feather down pillows.
I don’t mean to sound ungrateful; the gym is paying for both my training course and the hotel room, but I’m a man of home comforts.
I can’t help but miss my own bed. Especially, when I know the girl I’m in love with is lounging about between my sheets.
My phone vibrates in my palm, my contact photo of Giselle lighting up the screen.
Jamming my thumb into the bright green accept button, I watch as Giselle’s face appears, her plump lips stretched wide into a smile.
That smile is worth everything.
She’s worth it.
“How’s your day been?” she asks, eyes dipping to take in the sight of my bare chest. I do the same, taking in the sight of her against my pillows, in my bed.
“Stressful.” I scrub at the slight ache building between my eyebrows. “I’ll be glad when it’s all over.”
Giselle nods in understanding. “I remember that well. Just a few more days and then you’ll be back.”
“Thank fuck for that.” I throw my head back and groan. “Did you have a nice shopping trip with Ro?”
“Mhmm.”
“Buy anything nice?”
She hums again, this little sound in the back of her throat. I want so badly to kiss her, to kiss the long column of her throat, to move my fingers between her legs and feel the vibration of her moan upon my lips. “Mhm. Hudson?”
I raise my arm to rest behind my head, using my bicep as a pillow. Giselle’s pretty sky-blue eyes track every little movement I make. “Yeah?”
“Are you alone?”
I feel my eyebrows knit together at Giselle’s random question. “Yeah, I—”
The rest of my words dry up on my tongue when Gee lifts her phone a little higher, allowing me to see the length of her toned body, bare except for a tiny pair of red knickers embroidered with large pink hearts sitting high on either side of her hips and a straight line of smaller hearts across her bikini line.
“It has with a matching bra too, but I thought putting it on was a little pointless… seeing as how you’re not actually here to help me take it off.”
“Fucking hell …” I groan, cock hardening so fast I feel a little lightheaded. It’s all I can do but reach down to palm myself though my tracksuit bottoms, balls aching, spine already tingling.
“Do you like it?” she continues, voice as sweet as buttercream. I swear she’s actually trying to kill me. “I hope so. Because you’re the one who bought it.”
“ Giselle .”
“Yes, Hudson?”
I don’t even know what I’m asking for, her name just slips out, sitting so prettily on the tip of my tongue.
When I get back home, I need her body to sit on the tip of my tongue, so I feel her thighs tighten around my ears, knowing she’s warm and solid and mine.
Giselle places the camera back in front of her face, her smirk wide. I swear she didn’t smirk as much before she met me.
I’ve created a monster.
One I want to fuck and love and keep.
“Cat got your tongue, Hudson? Hm?”
My little tease.
“How long have you been planning this?” Finally, I find my voice.
“Not long. Ro wanted to go lingerie shopping and I couldn’t resist… I’ve been wet all day thinking about your reaction.”
My lips part on a moan I can’t control.
This woman…
Kicking my tracksuit bottoms off completely, I swipe my thumb over the pearl of precum beading on my pulsing tip.
“I wish you were here, Hudson.”
“Fuck. I wish I was there too, Gee.”
“What would do you if you were here?”
“I-I want so many things at once,” I say truthfully. “I’d start by kissing your pretty tits, biting your nipples until they’re raw and then I’d peel those knickers from your body, see how wet you are for me.”
“I’m soaked. I can fucking feel it.”
With a double tap of her thumb, Giselle turns the camera away from her face, her long legs now eating up most of the frame.
Inch by fucking inch, she slowly glides the phone further down her body until Giselle spreads her legs, allowing me to see the outline of her pretty pussy and the wet spot staining the material a darker shade of red.
“Fuck. Me.”
“I wish you would.”
Speechless.
“I—”
“But you’re not here,” Giselle’s voice sounds from behind the camera. “What a shame.”
I want to mark her arse red for the faux sympathetic tutting sound she makes, but I’m not fucking there.
“I guess I’ll just have to do it myself.”
I swear my heart stops beating, brain short circuiting, as I watch Gee’s right hand slide into frame, bypassing the toned surface of her stomach and dipping into the waistband of her underwear.
I can just about make out the twist of her slim knuckles, giving me enough to imagine the crook of her middle and ring fingers, the soft pads grazing over her clit in circles.
But it’s not enough.
“Let me fucking see what I’m missing, Giselle,” I all but growl. “Pull your knickers to the side and let me see my girl.”
A breathy giggle I want to eat up, slips from Gee’s lips. Those nimble fingers of her, so long and elegant, just like the rest of her dancer’s body, drag the red underwear down her shapely legs, tossing the lace somewhere off to the side.
Spitting into my hand, I run my thumb along the underside of my cock in time with the trailing of Giselle’s finger tiptoeing up her inner thigh.
“Your turn, Hudson,” she pleads, voice strained.
I turn my own camera around, giving her what she wants, while watching Giselle’s fingers dip between her folds and back up to her clit.
She’s pretty and pink, already swollen with arousal. I swallow down a grunt, sucking the phantom taste of her from my tongue.
We’re both a mixture of moans and whimpers as we use the videos of each other to get off, both of our bodies close to the edge already.
Giselle comes first with a high pitched whine of my name, making me grateful – not for the first time – for the thick walls in my flat. I watch her pulse and twitch, her hand dropping to the mattress with a muted thump once she’s wrung every drop of pleasure from herself.
I follow behind her with a groan, squeezing the base of my cock and twisting my hand up my shaft, feeling my balls draw up a second before I’m painting my abs and my fingers with my cum.
A blanket of silence falls over us as we regain our breath. Once I finally feel like I’ll be able to stand without falling over, I make a beeline for the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues to clean myself up.
“Feel any less stressed?” Giselle breaks the silence first. She still hasn’t turned her camera back around for me to see her face, but I can hear the smile in her tone.
“Was that your plan all along?”
“That depends.”
I pause, tapping the screen so she can see my face. “Depends on what?”
“If you think you can go another round.”
Giselle’s camera jolts around, my bedsheets rustling, before she returns with a box in hand. She sets it down on the mattress beside her bare hip and holds her phone steady so I can read the writing engraved beneath the image on the—
“Is that a sex toy?”
“Mhm.”
“Did you buy that today?”
“ You bought it.”
At that I let out a laugh. “Of course I did. It’s actually very on brand.”
“I wasn’t planning on buying it…” Giselle’s face fills my small screen once more. She looks so pretty, pupils still blown wide with desire, her lids heavy with the rush of endorphins still cascading through her body. “But I saw it and thought… I— we —could try it. You know so I’m prepared for when we have sex.”
“We just had sex, Gee.”
“ Penetrative sex.”
The rest of the words sitting on the tip of my tongue dry up.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” Giselle giggles sweetly, making the back of my teeth ache.
“Fuck yeah,” I croak, clearing my throat before I can continue. “Whatever you want, Gee.”
She laughs again brightly while she props the phone up, allowing me to watch her rip open the box.
“I’m gonna go clean it. I’ll be right back.” Her cute little arse fills the pixilated screen as she stands to head to the bathroom, my cock kicking to life again at the sight.
I squeeze the base of myself when Giselle reappears, her cheeks flushed, sitting back on my bed and unscrewing a familiar bottle of lube. She pours a liberal amount onto the silicone toy, before widening her legs, allowing me to see every single fucking inch of her.
My balls draw tight against my body, the long vein pulsating on the underside of my cock while I spit into my hand and twist the head.
It takes a little bit of manoeuvring but then Giselle is propping the flared head at the sex toy at her wet entrance.
“ God ,” I groan, fighting the urge to squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to miss a single fucking second. “Show me how you good you can slide that fake cock inside yourself, Gee. I wanna see.”
She moans high in her throat as she plucks at her right nipple at the same time as sliding the smooth silicone toy inside herself.
I’m not sure which one of us is panting more by the time it’s fully seated inside her; the small extended arm sitting flush with her swollen clit.
“Does it vibrate?”
Gee sinks her teeth into her plush bottom lip. “Mhm.”
“Be a good girl and turn it on, then.”
A quiet buzzing fills the space, followed by a whimper bursting from Gee’s sweet lips. Her hips buck forward, chasing the pressure, toes curling in my sheets.
I grip my cock again, watching, unblinking as Giselle’s stomach quivers, a small hiss and wince of pain marring her pretty features when she pulls the toy out an inch or two.
Curling her hand around her breast, squeezing, she pushes the fake cock back inside herself, her yelp of pain replaced with a kitten-like moan.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah.” Gee bobs her head. “ Fuck .”
She alternates between pulling the toy out of her, allowing me to see the shiny slick of her arousal coating the silicone length and swallowing it whole, holding the vibrating arm to her puffy clit until her head tips back.
I fuck my own fist faster, beginning to lose feeling in my legs as my stomach tightens.
“ God , Hudson… I’m gonna cum again.”
“Me too. Keep going,” I urge. “I can’t wait until I’m home. Gonna fill you up so fucking fast, Gee. Fuck you into next week; stuff you full. Feel you squeeze around me, milking my cock. Play with that little clit and—”
Giselle orgasms again with my name on her lips, eyes squeezed tightly shut, hands scrabbling in the sheets as if searching for purchase.
I finish not far behind her, painting my hand and lower stomach for the second time this evening.
I’m grinning like a fool, my cheeks aching with the force, when Gee finally plucks up the energy to open her eyes, sliding the sex toy out of her raw pussy and tossing it somewhere off to the side.
“Sore?” I ask, wiping my own sticky hand.
She cocks her head, a matching sated smile etched across her lips. “A little. I’ll have a shower later to dull the ache.”
My heart tightens in my chest. I wish I was home right now to take care of her the way she deserves.
Sheets rustle as Gee rights herself on the bed, laying her head on my pillow, pulling the blanket up to her chin.
“Can I admit something?”
“I’m all ears.”
“The sound of your voice really turns me on.”
“Noted.” I laugh, unable to take my eyes away from her. God, she’s gorgeous. “I can’t wait until I’m back.”
“Me neither. Just two more days.”
“Two days,” I promise.