25. Giselle
Chapter 25
Giselle
I feel a strong set of arms band behind my knees and my shoulder blades, lifting me up from wherever I’ve fallen asleep, cradling me.
A sound of protest slips from the back of my throat, but it soon disappears, replaced by the warm feel of Hudson’s muscular body against mine.
With me in his arms, he walks steadily, careful not to jolt me, but I don’t peel open my eyes to see where he’s taking me. I can’t. I’m too tired, and he’s so warm and comfortable, keeping me safe and—
“Will you be warm enough, Gee? Or do you want to sleep in one of my shirts?”
My brain is only just registering his question, before it has to register another sensation; something firm, with just enough give to be perfect, beneath me.
His bed.
Smacking my lips together, I curl up on my side, head resting on the worlds’ most comfortable pillow. God, what the hell is this thing made of?
I want to ask Hudson, but I can’t make my lips move. I think I hear him laugh quietly, followed by the rustle of something and then he’s sliding into bed beside me, a bite of air nipping at my bare skin as he grabs a corner of the blanket.
“Goodnight, Gee.” He presses his lips to my forehead and then to the cold ring on my finger.
I’m too tired, worn out and sated from the two orgasms he coaxed from me, to ask Hudson what he’s thinking, so instead I sink further into the safety of his strong arms, hoping I’ll remember my train of thought in the morning.
T he space beside me is empty when I wake, lashes sticky with left over mascara, stretching my hand out across the creased sheets to feel for him, for the warm solidness of his body.
Instead, cool cotton material kisses my fingertips, but the comforting sound of a kettle boiling from somewhere within Hudson’s flat, tells me he hasn’t gone too far.
Slipping out of bed, I scoop up Hudson’s discarded shirt from last night, shoving my arms through the sleeves and buttoning it up haphazardly.
Even in the middle of winter, his flat is so much warmer than mine, allowing me to wander into his kitchen without needing to bundle up in layers.
I find Hudson pouring a generous amount of boiling water into a mug while he sips a protein shake. I have to close my mouth to stop myself from potentially drooling as I take in the sight of his naked back; muscles corded and honed after years upon years of training in the gym on a daily basis.
Time has been especially kind to Hudson Millen, and I’m not mad about it.
Nope.
Not in the slightest.
Crossing the space between us, I hook a finger into the waistband of his boxers, the only article of clothing he’s actually wearing, before letting it snap back against his skin.
“My my…” I rise on my tiptoes to graze his ear with my lips. “My own personal naked chef, hm?”
Hudson turns his head to touch his lips with mine, grinning into our kiss as he peers down at what I’m wearing.
“Well, it looks like you’ve stolen my shirt so what else am I supposed to wear?”
I tilt my head to the side, feeling my lips tick up at the edges. “Something else from your wardrobe?”
“What? And miss watching your pupils dilate and your nipples grow hard at the sight of me shirtless? I don’t think so, sleepyhead.”
I bat my hand playfully against his upper bicep, ducking my head so he can’t see the hot blush beginning to stain my cheeks. It’s been so long since both my mind and body has been attracted to someone, and it would just be my luck that the man I’m attracted too for the first time in years, knows he’s hot and likes to tease me about my reaction.
“Shut your mouth, Millen. What time is it anyway?”
Hudson raises his protein shake to his lips again. “Just after ten.”
“Ten?!”
“Mhm.”
“I don’t remember the last time I slept past eight thirty, never mind ten o’clock.”
Hudson smirks from behind the rim of his glass. “Guess I wore you out good and proper, then.”
I blink at him. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, you know that?”
He nods, eyes twinkling with delight. “I didn’t hear you complaining about it last night. Not that you’re much of a saint yourself, Gee.”
The playful retort sitting on the tip of my tongue disappears as I peer over Hudson’s broad shoulder, watching the whisps of steam emanating from the mug of tea he’d been brewing as I stepped into the kitchen.
Following my line of eyesight, Hudson hooks his fingers through the handle, bringing the mug between us.
“I made you some chamomile tea,” he says, suddenly looking a little bit sheepish.
Taking the warm mug from him, I take a small sip, testing the temperature. “You don’t strike me as the type of man to have a box of chamomile tea bags just sitting in the back of your cupboard.”
His green eyes flick up to mine. “I didn’t. But I’ve seen you drink it around the studio on a morning, so I thought you might want a cup… I popped out this morning to get you a box and to pick up some other bits and pieces.”
Hudson gestures with his chin to the non-descript brown paper bag sitting on the edge of his kitchen countertops.
Brushing past him, I peer down into the bag and then back at Hudson.
“W-what’s all this?”
“Just some bits and pieces,” Hudson replies. “I thought you could keep some of the stuff here for when you stay over and stuff.”
My heart does a strange dance in my chest cavity at his words.
Glancing back into the bag I see a bottle of makeup remover, a new flannel, lip balm, deodorant, a pink toothbrush and even a set of drugstore bought shampoo and conditioner.
“I don’t really know if I got any of the right shit… the sales assistant helped but she said you could return anything that still has the safety seal intact.”
“Hudson… this is so sweet of you. Thank you.”
Setting my cup of still-too-hot chamomile tea down, I wrap both of my arms around his bare waist, tilting my head up to capture Hudson’s lips with mine. He tastes like strawberries, probably from the flavoured protein shake he’d been drinking, addictive enough to cause a sugar high.
The whimper building in the base of my throat escapes as Hudson grabs a handful of my arse beneath the curtails of his shirt, pressing his erection into my lower stomach.
I don’t know how long we make out for in the kitchen, our mouths moving against each other leisurely, without another care in the world.
My core flutters greedily, slick coating my inner thighs, but I’m slightly sore from how thick Hudson’s fingers were inside of me last night on the sofa, so I’m not sure I’m ready to go again just yet.
Instead, I drag my lips away from Hudson’s, ignoring his protesting groan, and trail a series of kisses along his stubbled jawline, down the column of his neck, across his newly inked tattoo, now perfectly healed, covering his warm skin.
I hum as I go, peppering kisses across his shoulders, his pecs, each pocket of his six pack which tenses under my attention.
“You gonna suck my cock?”
I nod, lowering to my knees, licking around his tummy button. “Mhm.”
“That’s a good girl, Giselle.”
His praise coats my skin, turning me on even further. I wasn’t aware I had a praise kink, but here we are.
The hardwood flooring of Hudson’s kitchen digs into my kneecaps, but I push the uncomfortable sensation out of my mind, focusing every inch of my attention on making Hudson fall to his knees.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I peel the material away from his body slowing, taking my time, making a show, until they pool at his feet, leaving him bare.
I knew he was bigger than average. I’d seen the large bulge of his cock pressed up against the material of his boxer shorts after eating me out all those weeks ago.
But seeing him in front of me sends a shiver down my spine.
Hudson’s right.
We’re going to need to do some more prep work before I’m able to take him.
“Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to put it in your mouth?”
The taunting tone of Hudson’s words has me peering through my lashes at him, eyes narrowing. He looks every inch of the arrogant dickhead I thought him to be the very first day we met – leaning back against the kitchen counter, hands keeping him upright, a smirk dancing about his soft lips.
But I know now that it’s all just for show; a way of protecting himself from getting hurt, from showing his cards too early.
The real Hudson Millen is kind and funny, attentive and has a heart of gold.
And he’s mine.
All mine to play with.
“I’ll bite it off if you’re not fucking careful,” I retort back, flipping all of my hair to one shoulder.
Hudson’s nose scrunches up. “I’d like to see you try.”
Mustering up every dollop of courage running through my veins, I reach forward, gliding the pad of my thumb over the pearlescent drop of pre-cum beading on the tip of Hudson’s cock.
“I might be a little out of practise,” I admit, sliding my hand down to the base of his cock. He’s so thick my thumb and forefinger don’t quite meet. It’s been so long since I gave a blowjob – years – and I don’t want to fuck it up.
I want to make it as good for Hudson as he makes made me feel.
“Christ.” Hudson’s hips buck into my hand, his head tipping back to expose the long length of his neck and the thick bob of his Adam’s apple. “If I think about being the first you’ve put your mouth on, I’m gonna…”
He inhales raggedly, before rightening himself to look down at me. “Whatever you do is going to feel good, Gee. Just look what you fucking do to me.”
With that thought running through my mind, I press forward, licking a long stripe along the vein pulsing on the underside of Hudson’s cock.
“ Fucking hell . Get me wet.”
Spurred on by his reaction, I wrap my lips around the warm tip of him, tasting the salt of his skin and precum. He’s heavy on my tongue, sending a thrill rolling down my spine.
Relaxing my lips, I breathe through my nose while I bob my head further down Hudson’s length until I feel him hit the back of my throat.
“Easy,” I hear Hudson say above me, a hand coming down to cup the back of my neck.
Eyes watering with the sudden intrusion, I pull off, licking my lips to disconnect the silver strand of saliva between us. I press a wet kiss to the sensitive fold of his tip, lapping at his slit, slurping loudly, while I catch my breath.
My tight nipples graze against the fabric of Hudson’s shirt with my movement, creating twin shocks of pleasure to shoot through to my core.
I bring my left hand, which isn’t wrapped around Hudson’s cock, to my breast, kneading the flesh through his button down absentmindedly.
“Let me see your pretty tits, Gee,” Hudson says from up above me, voice an octave lower than usual.
With a flick of my wrist, I undo the two black buttons holding the shirt together, shrugging it off my shoulders and allowing it to pool somewhere at my waist.
My eyes flutter shut at the touch of Hudson’s much rougher fingers reaching down to flick my nipple. I can make myself feel good, but it’s a whole other feeling entirely to have somebody else bring you that pleasure. The never knowing what he’s going to do next keeps me on edge in the best way possible.
With both my hands free now, I return to my task at hand; cupping Hudson’s balls while I take him back into my mouth.
He groans, faint at first, before his hips stutter, pressing further into my throat with a curse. I like Hudson the most when he’s like this – at his most vulnerable, guard down, cards facing up on the table.
I press my thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure building in my core, but it does no good. My skin feels red hot, tight, like I’m going to explode at any moment.
Hudson grip on the back of my head tightens. “God, Giselle .”
I’ve never touched a drug in my life, but I can only imagine this is what it feels like to be high. Free-flying. Weightless.
Hudson Millen creates a feeling in my chest that I didn’t even know my heart was possible of making anymore.
I tap the tip of him on my tongue before wrapping my lips back around him, pumping the base of him with my palm because there’s no way in fucking hell I can take all of him. Not without some serious practise.
Not that Hudson seems to mind.
I sneak a glance at him, finding his head tipped all the way back, lips split open in ecstasy as he moans uncontrollably.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m gonna cum.”
I constrict my throat around his length, humming into his flesh in agreement.
It takes a final flick of my tongue against his slit and a rough twist of my hand to get Hudson to break; exploding all over my tongue, coating the back of my throat, a slight dribble breaking past my lips to land on my chin.
I swallow him down loudly, once, twice, three times, as he pulls himself out of my mouth, breathing heavily, staring down at me, pupils blown.
“What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” he asks, voice but a whisper.
I don’t have an answer, so I smile up at him instead, taking his outstretched hands to stand and ignoring the crack of my knees in protest.
Hudson drags me in for a kiss, unbothered that I’ve just had my lips around his cock, stealing my breath. He nips at my fluttering pulse point in my neck until I’m sure there’s going to be a red mark there.
Not that I care; I want him to mark me.
Batting my lashes, I peer down at him. “Wanna shower with me—?”
I hardly get my question out of my mouth, before strong arms are wrapping around my legs, hefting me into a fireman’s lift onto his shoulder and stalking towards the bathroom.
Blood rushes to my head as a giggle escapes me, quickly followed by a yelp when a slap smarts against the bare flesh of my arse.
I guess that’s my answer.