26. Giselle
Chapter 26
Giselle
I bounce with every step closer to the staff room, excitement bubbling in my gut.
Monday, in its usual typical fashion, is as mundane as it’s gets. And this Monday is no different. Which is why when my idea popped into my head in-between classes, to spice things up a little bit, I couldn’t stop myself from becoming practically giddy with glee.
Pressing down the door handle, I peek my head through the staff room door, finding Hudson and Rex messing about on their phones while they chat aimlessly.
“Hi.” I smile, crossing the small space and seating myself in Hudson’s lap. He shifts slightly to allow me some room, one arm banding around my waist, while his other continues typing out at his – I take a quick peek –grocery list.
“Hey, you.” He presses a kiss to my cheek and then captures my lips with his own.
“Are you busy?”
“Nah. A client cancelled so—”
“Can I borrow you for a minute, then? Or are you and Rex—”
“Have him.” Rex stands, his knees popping with the movement. “Catch you lovebirds later.”
I stay silent, mulling over Rex’s parting words as I watch him disappear with a click of the doorjamb.
“What’s up?” Hudson pulls me from my head, smoothing back my hair from my forehead.
“I want to show you something.”
His brow quirks in interest. “Show me something?”
“Mhm. Come on.” I take his hand, pulling him to standing and leading us both down the corridor to my dance studio. Once inside, I lock the door behind us and unpeel Hudson’s hands from where they’ve landed on my hips.
“What are we doing in here, Gee?”
“I’ve been putting together a little routine for one of my classes and I wanted to show it to you.”
“Show it to me?” Hudson repeats, looking a little dumbfounded.
“Yeah.” I grin. “Can I dance for you, Hudson?”
He nods quickly, the tip of his tongue pressing against the side of his fleshy cheek. “Uh huh.”
“I was hoping you’d say yes.” A pleased smirk plays across my lips, turning up the corners, lighting up my body. “Wait here.”
Sidestepping away from Hudson, I turn to grab a single wooden chair that I’d bought into the dance studio sometime last week when I needed to help modify some of my dance positions for a woman with a metal hip.
Dragging the legs of the chair across the floor, I place the chair behind Hudson and I one fluid motion I press the flat of my palms to his chest in order to make him bend his long, muscular legs and sit down.
The hem of his running shorts rises higher up his leg, revealing more of his corded muscle he’s worked so hard to achieve, as he shifts to make himself comfortable. I can’t fucking tear my eyes away from the sight. I have the uncontrollable urge to climb on top of him and—
“I don’t see you dancing, Giselle.”
I flick my eyes to his, watching the dimple return to his cheek, the mischievous sparkle glint in his green eyes.
Prick.
I must say the insult out loud for Hudson laughs, pearly white teeth showing.
“Well, I don’t,” he continues, riling me up on purpose. “I thought I was getting a show—”
With fire bubbling in the pit of my stomach, I check the door is locked and the blind down, before I return to standing in front of Hudson.
It takes but a flick of my finger to scroll through my carefully curated music playlist hidden away on my phone, finding a familiar song with a heavy beat I can move my hips to.
Sinking to my knees, I brace my hands on the corded muscle of Hudson’s thighs. His skin is warm against mine, hard and toned where his lean muscles lay beneath.
“I-I… Giselle—” His words come out in a stuttered breath, and I have to press my lips together to hide the giggle wanting to burst free. I can’t believe I have a man like Hudson Millen stuttering and whimpering in my hands, throwing his head back, completely at my mercy.
Startling green eyes clash with mine for a heartbeat, his abs crunching to lean forward.
I press my pointer finger against his lips. “Kisses are extra.”
“Extra what?”
“Extra payment.”
“And how exactly,” he raises a dark eyebrow, “would you like me to pay you, Giselle?”
I shrug. “However you deem fit, I suppose.”
With that, I turn around and bend deeply, gifting Hudson a pretty view of my arse before I move into the splits.
His barely contained groan which kisses my ears, only adds fuel to the fire burning in my veins, lighting up a fire in my lower stomach and core.
The heat of his gaze follows me as I fall into a familiar rhythm with the music, bending and twisting, my hands gliding along the length of my body until I’m soaked between my thighs.
I blame it entirely on Hudson’s presence.
Ignoring the ache in my knees, I drag myself along the floor as the song begins to loop back around, facing forward to rest my hands once again on Hudson’s upper legs. I use his body as leverage, straightening up and then throwing my leg over his waist, settling myself on his lap.
My hips move of their own accord, grinding against the large tent in his shorts, burrowing my head in the warm space between his neck and shoulder, my arms banding around the nape of his skull, when I find that spot just to the left-hand side of my clit which drives me insane.
Hudson’s hands grip my arse, coaxing, urging me to move against him, just like he did on that particular Sunday morning, except this time there’s no space for him to flip me over and claim control.
My idea of torturing Hudson with a lap dance flies straight out of the window, replaced with the sudden need to come.
Inhaling raggedly the scent of his familiar citrusy aftershave, I snap my hips faster, harder.
The muscles in my stomach tighten up, my core flutters, the backs of my thighs burn, knees protesting at being stuck in between either side of the wooden chair arms, but I don’t stop, I can’t , chasing a release I didn’t know I needed until a handful of minutes ago.
“That’s it. Use me,” Hudson whispers, voice low and gruff, from beneath me. “Take what’s yours, Giselle. Fucking take it.”
Filthy honey dipped words dripping down my spine, I whimper, the balloon of pleasure in my stomach threatening to explode.
“Horny girl,” Hudson mutters, bringing his hand to my face, thumb and forefinger pressing into the fleshy part of my cheeks, squishing my lips together and then laying his lips on mine.
The way our bodies are moving – or should I say mine – isn’t sweet and slow, full of tenderness and care. No, I’m frantic, taking what I want, what I need, what’s mine according to Hudson. I’m full of pent-up adrenaline, a smidge of leftover anger which is quickly dissipating and more than a spoonful of courage.
This is my fucking body, and I can do with it what I please and right now…
Right now, I want to ride Hudson Millen into oblivion.
Panting, sweat collecting at my temples and the base of my spine, I sink the half moons of my nails into the supple feel of his skin, marking him.
Ignoring the rhythmic drag of the chair legs moving a couple of inches along the dance floor with every snap of my hips and the fact it’s sure to leave a tell-tale mark, I nip at Hudson’s earlobe with a husky whisper.
“My neck, Hudson. Kiss my neck. It’s… sensitive.”
Warm, soft, plump lips descend onto the long line of my neck, sucking gently. Warmth fills my core, Hudson groans deeply into my flesh and that’s all it takes for me to fall from the edge.
I sink my teeth into the ball of Hudson’s shoulder to muffle my scream of ecstasy, blood pounding between my ears, drowning out every sound.
It takes a couple of seconds, maybe even a minute or two, for my hearing to return, fuzzy like old TV static, allowing me to hear the rapid gallop of my racing heart and the deep chuckle Hudson lets out which vibrates through my now limp body.
“Those noises of yours are so fucking pretty, Gee,” he praises, stroking a hand down my hair, the long length of my sweat pricked spine. “You did so fucking good at everything I asked of you.”
It’s all I can do my nod my head against Hudson’s collarbone, waiting for my breathing to return to normal and soak in this moment; the feel of his jaw resting against the top of my head, the safe band of his arms around my body, the beating of his heart in time with mine.
A sharp knock on the door to my dance studio startles me out of the state of calm and relaxation which has wrapped itself around my shoulders like a warm blanket.
“Giselle!” Rosie’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. “I need to talk to you! It’s urgent!”
With Rosie, anything that she deems to be ‘urgent’ could range from the coffee machine in the break room being out of deliciously roasted beans to her latest fling having a secret love child. Or maybe something in between. I never know with Ro until she spills her guts, but I’m a good friend so I hear her out regardless of the matter.
On extremely shaky legs, I slither out of Hudson’s lap, much to his pouting dismay and, with a soft smile directed at him, I cross the floor to reach Rosie. Who, by the sounds of it, is attempting to break down my locked door.
“Why is this shit locked—Oh.”
I rip open the door, just catching Rosie before she launches her shoulder against the heavy wood fire safety door in an attempt to bust it down. Straightening up, she trails her all too knowing eyes down the length of my body and then back to my face, resting there, as her lips begin to twitch in a very Hudson-like smirk.
“You’re very flushed.”
“Mhm.” I lean against the doorjamb in a feint of easygoingness. “I’ve been dancing.”
“Dancing,” she hums. “Sure, Gee. Dancing on Millen’s lap, maybe?”
I whip my head around to follow her gaze, finding Hudson walking towards us. A satisfied smile painted across his lips. Silly really, considering the fact he didn’t even get off this time around.
Rather than slipping past us and out into the quiet corridor beyond, Hudson grabs me by the hips, pressing his front to my back and kissing the top of my head.
Rosie’s eyes widen imperceptibly before she schools her features back into neutrality, but she can’t hide the way her vision flicks down to the golden ring still circling my finger.
My celibacy is still intact.
For now.
“So, is this…” She flicks her finger between Hudson and I. “A real deal thing? Or…”
“Yep,” Hudson answers before I can even unstick my tongue from the ribbed roof of my mouth.
Rosie nods. “And does he know about the…” She’s talking like Hudson isn’t even behind me, like the warmth of his hard chest isn’t radiating through my spine.
“The what… Oh, my celibacy.” I glance back at Hudson, noting the reassuring tilt of his smile. “Yeah, I told him.”
Rosie nods her head again, eyes narrowing behind me. “If you hurt her, Millen. You’re dead.”
It’s slightly terrifying how she keeps her tone so even.
“Noted,” he replies.
“So, where’s the fire, Ro?” I ask, bringing us back to the reason as to why Rosie had been trying to break down my door.
“I need your help. Urgently. Remember Tom?”
I wrack my brain for this Tom, coming up short until Ro gestures between her legs. “Oh! The one with the—”
“Yeah. Anyway, he—”
“Wait, the one with the what?” Hudson interrupts our girl chat.
“He’s got a piercing. You know… on his…”
“On his cock.” Rosie fills in the blank for me, whilst I fight to contain my giggles at the look of shock morphing onto Hudson’s face. It’s quickly followed by a wince and a inhale of breath through gritted teeth.
“That must have hurt like a motherfucker to get pierced.”
“Probably.” Ro shrugs. “But it feels unbelievable—”
“I think that’s my cue to dip.” Hudson places his forefinger beneath my chin, raising my face to his so he can kiss me. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Mhm,” I hum into our kiss, feeling all together lightheaded and giddy. Hudson leaves me breathless, stealing the words from my tongue and the thoughts from my head.
I watch him smile goodbye to Rosie and stalk down the corridor, turning at the last second to wave and send a cheeky grin my way.
I scratch lightly beneath my breastbone as my heart does a strange ripple in my chest, flicking my eyes back to a beaming Rosie.
“Don’t—”
“I didn’t say anything!” Ro protests with a bark of laughter. “I’m not the one who was having sex—”
“We weren’t having sex,” I hiss, glancing down at my watch. I should have members of my first dance class of the day trickling in any second now. “I told you. I was dancing.”
“Yeah… on his lap.”
Cocking an eyebrow, I purse my lips, feeling how swollen the soft flesh is from Hudson’s biting kisses. “I am neither confirming nor denying.”
“Definitely a lap dance, then,” Rosie confirms with a confident nod of her head.
Lap dance is a bit of a stretch, seeing as how I all but climbed on top of Hudson and rutted against him until I was sprinting headfirst into an orgasm. But I decide to keep that little titbit to myself.
At least for now – while I’m stone cold sober.
Drunk me, however, has a strange way of having the uncontrollable urge to spill all of my secrets, so I’m sure the sexcapade Hudson and I just participated in will come out in the wash sometime soon.
Probably once I’m plied with white wine.
I cringe just thinking about how many secrets I revealed at the Christmas work’s party only a couple of months ago…
“So, are you in?”
Blinking, I force myself back into the present moment.
“Sorry Ro, what did you say?”
“Tom wants to take me out next week. He’s booked dinner, drinks… a hotel. And I’m so not prepared! I’ve already sorted my wax and a pedicure, but I need something, I don’t know, some new lingerie or maybe even a silk teddy. Something that says, ‘come fuck me’.” She smiles. “So, I was thinking we could go shopping. You could treat yourself to something nice too… or maybe something for Hudson…”
“I don’t—Actually, that doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.”
It’s been a while since I treated myself and a shopping trip with Rosie is always good for the soul. If Hudson likes something I pick up… then that’s a bonus within itself.
Rosie claps her hands together in celebration. “Brilliant! How does Saturday sound?”
Mentally, I run through my schedule, raising a hand in greeting as Stacy, a frequent member of my dance classes bounds through the door with an oversized takeaway coffee cup. “Hey, Stace. Um… I have a 9 a.m. class on Saturday morning, but I can come meet you afterwards? Maybe, at like, 12 p.m.?”
Rosie nods, sidestepping out of the doorway to allow three more members of my class to pass by.
“Twelve is perfect! See you then! Love you.”
“Love you too,” I shout down the corridor as Rosie disappears with a wave farewell before turning my attention to my class. “How are we all doing, ladies? Ready to work up a sweat?”