Page 54 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

Seeing him a little more carefree than I’ve seen in years today cemented that; the fact he is also hot under those clothes is just an added bonus.

“God forbid if that happened,” I manage to retort back.

“So, you’re good?” He glances me over for a moment, seeming to search in my face for my answer. I don’t know how I feel about his eyesnotflicking down to my robe.

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Need anything else before I hit the hay?”

Nothing I’m willing to say out loud.“I’m good,” I say, in a voice which sounds a little higher and chirpier than I was hoping for.

“Well, you know where I am.” He nods, before pushing off the door frame.

“Good night, Hudson.”

He turns slightly and my faith in my own stupid thoughts are renewed when his eyes avert briefly downward. It’s a second’s pause, no longer, and I’d have missed it if I wasn’t looking directly at him. “Goodnight, Blue Belle.”

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When I roll into bed, I’m a little hyped and giddy from being in such close proximity to Hudson that I can’t sleep. That and I want to play with myself so badly, but I don’t want him to hear me.

Eventually, when some time has passed and I know sleep isn’t going to come easily knowing he’s right there next door in the next room, I pull out my bullet and bash out a quick orgasm beneath the covers. Hopefully the thick duvet will drown out any untoward sounds. I can’t help but pull up my silky pajama top up to my armpits and watch my breasts bounce as I hold my bullet against my clit. Working my hips quickly, it should take no time at all, especially when I’m thinking about Huds today.That body and those tatts.

In what feels like less than a minute, I’m reaping the rewards when my release tumbles out in a wild storm of pent up frustration. Seeing Hudson shirtless at the beach was a total highlight and wondering what else lays lower beneath.

He can deny it all he wants but there’s no way he wasn’t checking me out. And there’s that unspoken spark between us that he seems to keep wanting to deny.

I push all that aside as my body takes over and I let out a silent scream as the glorious pulses wash over me and I jerkmy chest forward as the back of my head hits the pillow. I squeeze my eyes closed as I ride it out. The bullet always gives me multiple orgasms and I’m up to number three when I hear a deep voice coming from next door. It sounds like shouting… Shit… is that Hudson?

I quickly flick the buzzer off and scramble out of the duvet. Is he… calling?

I’m on my feet, creeping to the door like a stalker as I try to adjust to standing after all that pleasure and press my ear up against it. My body is still humming from my orgasms and I’m so damned slick down there…

The voice calls out again, “No. No. STOP. I can’t. NO!” I can hear his breathing from here coming in rapid pants.

Who the heck is Hudson talking to? It’s one o’clock in the goddamned morning, I doubt he’s on the phone to anyone.

I grab the doorknob and turn it slowly, edging the door open as I stick my head in and look straight over to the bed. The first thing I see is the outline of his larger than life body writhing in the covers, he’s tossing side to side like he’s having a fight with the duvet. Shit.

“Huds!” I hurry toward him to try to wake him from the nightmare, and as I get to his bedside, I see he’s covered in sweat and muttering in his sleep as the sheets tangle around his waist. “Huds!” I lean over to try and shake him awake, gently at first, then a little more vigorously when he doesn’t respond. Pushing both palms against his large shoulders I do everything I can to jolt him out of it. “Wake up, Hudson, you’re having a night?—”

His eyes suddenly shoot open then like I’ve knocked him out of a whirlwind and he immediately grabs me by the wrists. I yelp as he shoots up in bed at the same time and pulls me down to the mattress in the process.

“It’s me!” I wail. “You’re having a nightmare!”

“Fuck!” He lets go of me sharply as I flop forwards, almost landing on him until my hands reach out in front of me and I break my fall against his chest.

With his breath running in ragged gasps, a hand runs through his hair as he takes a second to get his composure. His pants are coming thick and fast as I feel the rise and fall underneath me. “Shit, Georgia, are you ok?”

He glances down to where I’m splayed half across him, using my palms against his bare flesh for support. I take a second to breathe, as my heart is now racing ten to the dozen. Then I push myself up, trying to support myself while also trying not to notice the fact the covers are dipping very low to his waist and my hands are still pressing into his flesh. I quickly take my paws off him as my eyes wander back up to meet his. “Yeah, more to the fact, are you ok?”

He sighs into the dark and leans back on the headboard running two hands over his face. “It happens from time to time. I’m, um— sorry.”

I almost have to wring my ears out. Being sorry is something I’ve never heard from Hudson in all the years I’ve known him. And in this case, he has nothing to be sorry about and I tell him as much.

“I just grabbed you,” he gruffs with an annoyed scowl on his face. He’s mad at his own actions, I realize. Is he always this hard on himself?

“It’s fine. Do the nightmares happen often?”

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