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Grace:
“Could you just stop for five minutes!” I shriek at Hudson as he proceeds to turn towards me and squawk even more obnoxiously this time.
I know Hudson can hear me, he’s just choosing not to listen. He really, really knows how to get under a girls skin… or maybe, just my skin. Either way I’m getting tired of his bullshit. All I wish for is a little peace and quiet so I can take a long overdue hot bath, but all I hear is the fucking jim jim birds mating calls ringing in my ears.
All of a sudden the squawking stops. Hudson looks at me with a devilish smirk and says in a proper British accent, “Would you rather hear the bluebird's song of sorrow?”
“No, I would rather never hear you speak again” I say as I gather my towel and shove my way into the bathroom.
Oddly enough, Hudson remains silent. I turn to shut the door of the bathroom and see him still standing there with a baffled expression on his face. Like he is dumbfounded that I would ever tell him to shut up. Whatever, as long as Hudson remains silent I can take this well deserved long bath I’ve been longing for.
I edge my way over to the tub and turn the knob of the matte black faucet to somewhere between scorching hot and berabale, letting the water rush over my hand until it warms to my touch. Then I flip the small switch to stop the water from flowing down the drain. As the tub fills, I squat down next to the cupboards and check for anything a girl could use for a nice relaxing bath. To my surprise I find bath bombs, salts, body scrubs, bar and liquid soaps all in my favorite Bath and Body Works scents. Cinnamon Spiced Vanilla. Letting out a small sigh of relief, I whisper “Thank you brain” to myself, grab the bath bomb and toss it into the still filling bathtub. I hear it fissel as I snatch the soap bar and set it on the side of the tub. I also retrieve a lufa, body scrub and a candle for good measure. Once the water is 3 inches from the brim, I turn the nozzle back to off and light the gigantic cinnamon scented candle.
Slipping off my overworn tshirt and leggings, I gently slide into the tub and let the warm water cover my body until all that is visible is my head. I close my eyes to relax. My head starts to fill with thoughts of Maci, Uncle Fin, and my parents. I try to push them away, willing anything else to enter instead of torching myself with images of the past. We have been trapped here for about 6 months now and I am beginning to lose hope that there is any way to get out.
I decide to focus on Hudson instead. His journals I’ve been reading have left me feeling softer and more open to him, which contradicts him being a total jerk right now. Although, it is kinda cute when he pretend bullies me. And I like the little pranks we have been playing back and fourth. I mean, Hudson is quite handsome. Even I can admit his dark black hair and deep blue eyes is enough to make any girl to do a double take when they see him… A picture of Hudson shirtless flashes across my mind and my whole body tenses as my lower stomach tingles at the sight of him. I try to push out the image, but it drifts to him throwing axes, and then to the push-ups he does every morning. I would say “we do” but who’s that fooling. We all know Hudson let’s me win the push-up contest on some occasions just to make me feel less weak. With that thought, I try to recenter my brain back on Hudson’s journals but end up in the same drool session I was in before.
Maybe my subconscious is forcing these thoughts upon me because I haven’t been touched by someone in “that” way for so long. Actually I haven’t even been kissed in 6 months either. I also haven’t been bitten… A shiver slides down my spine as I think of Hudson’s teeth gliding against the smooth fair skin on my neck... I stomp out the image and replace the scene with Jaxon. I imagine Jaxon here with me right now, rubbing my neck as I relax further into the tub. My right index finger drifts across my breast and I begin to stroke my peaked nipple.
I travel my hand down my stomach and reach my very wet and very neglected vulva as I think of his fangs sinking deep into my carotid artery… My brain visualizes Hudson again. His hand running across my upper thigh and touching my clit ever so gently with his warm, subtle fingers. He leans an murmurs in my ear “Are you enjoying yourself?” with a low growl…
Oh my God! I jerk myself awake from this dream turned nightmare. What’s wrong with you brain?!
I start to wonder what Hudson may be doing in the bedroom. Did he what I was thinking? Did he maybe like the way I pictured him? Is he touching himself while thinking of me?
The last thought sends excited arousal pulsing through me. My core starts to ache with the pain of want so badly, I decide to give into the fantasy just a little. It’s not like Hudson would ever read my thoughts while I’m in the bathroom.
I let my mind linger on him making his way up my inner thigh again. Then he parts the folds where he finds a very wet, very warm opening. He places two fingers together and sinks them deep inside me.
I cup my mouth shut with my left hand, as I pulse my fingers of my right hand. A small moan of pleasure bursts through my lips. “Fuck Hudson” I breath out as I imagine him looking up at me. His face is full of lust as he watches me roll my eyes to the back of my head. I continue to work hastily, plunging my fingers in and out as my inner walls tighten. The scene takes a turn and Hudson is now striping off his belt. I picture his hard throbbing cock as he rubs himself on me. I pull my fingers out and stroke them across my clit. My whole body thrusts with pleasure. This is the first cum I have had in a very long time. I take my very wet fingers out and wash them off in water.
I decide this is not the smartest way to get clean so I unplug the bathtub, turn on the shower and go to work scrubbing my body of the sins I just committed.
Hudson:
At first I thought Grace was in danger. The soft shudders coming from the bathroom reminded me that she is human. She possibly could have fallen in the shower and is now struggling to get back on her feet. Or she could have cut herself badly while shaving. Or she may have slammed her head against the bathroom counter and is on the floor in a pool of blood. Even worse… what if there is something here with us and it’s tormenting her…
The last thought is enough to spring me into action. But what do I do? I can’t just barge into the bathroom declaring I’m there to save her… Maybe if I just take a peek into her mind I can see if Grace is truly injured. I shake my head as I remember the unspoken vow I made to Grace to not listen to her thoughts while she’s in the bathroom. But this could be life or death… Do I risk it? She won’t notice if I do and nothing is wrong. But if I do and something is wrong then I could possibly be her saving grace (pun fully intended). I decide to take the leap and march up to the bathroom door and look for her thoughts.
“Please, Hudson.” Grace’s voice whisps across my ears.
For a second I feel like I imagined the words, but then I hear her call my name again loud and clearly. “Hudson, please” She begs as I feel a rush of passion and desire course through my veins. I can’t help but to linger a little longer and end up pushing myself deeper into her fully opened head space. Grace is picturing me, shirtless, licking my way up her bare legs, stopping around her inner thigh. I look up to see a full nude, gorgeously curvy, women smiling back at me.
“Holy shit.” My heart starts beating rapidly and my body burns red. “Bloody hell” I think as my Versace underwear tightens. My thoughts go wild with want.
I don’t want Grace to know I peaked in her mind while she’s fantasizing about something so private to her, but I really, reaallllyy, want to smash the bathroom door in and climb in that tub with her. This feels like torture.
Why is she thinking of me instead of her oh so sweet Jaxy Waxy anyways? Has she been stuck here with me long enough to forget what his face looks like? Or is it that growing blue string that is binding us together that is causing her to feel this desire towards me? Either way, I have been trying to keep my fantasies to a minimum when it comes to Grace. Although, it has been strenuous to keep my mind from drifting to her. Especially considering she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. The way her luscious curls frame her face and the scent that fills the air when she walks by drives me mad sometimes.
Come to think of it, I haven’t pleasured myself since well, I “died”. But, knowing there is a very charming, smart, funny, kind woman in the bathroom touching herself and calling my name is enough to drive any man crazy.
My cock throbs at the image displayed in my mind. I can’t hide this anymore and I definitely can’t let Grace see me this way, so I do what any man with sense would do.
“Just this once” I whisper to myself as I rush to the bed whilst fumbling for my zipper. I jerk my jeans and reveal my length. It's bulging and even more enlarged with hunger for the sight I just saw.
I reach my hand down low and growl deep as I pass over myself once, twice. Reaching back for the memory of the Graces angelic body. Her thighs curving up into her hips and back down to her thin waist. My hand starts to work feverishly as I picture her heavy breasts and imagine my hand gently squeezing them while pulling on her soft nipples until they turn hard from my grasp. I run my fingers through my hair with my other hand and think of her warm smile. Kissing those soft pink lips. Pushing my hard body against hers. Her voice echoes in my brain “Yes! Don’t stop!”
I lay down on the bed and start pumping even harder. I think of Grace spreading her legs and hovering over my length. She looks at me with mischief in her gaze and her breasts are pressed together making them look shapely. She slides herself down onto me and I jerk up into her. The first thought of being inside of Grace’s warm wet pussy sends me into a frenzy. Grabbing the pillow beside me, I throw it over my face and moan loud and rough into it. I spill myself all over my sheets and the t-shirt still on my body. The throbbing and bursts of cum don't stop for a full 30 seconds. Panting from all the tension I just exacerbated, I very carefully take off my shirt, trying not to smear the semen in my hair.
All the sudden I hear a loud thud coming from the bathroom door.
“What the hell?” Grace shouts as she covers her eyes with her hands and slams the door back shut.
Shit. I fucked up.