Without any hesitation, Hudson answered my kisses with his own eager ones, his tongue finding its way into my mouth and igniting little sparks of arousal that seemed to crackle deliciously across my skin.

No words had passed between us but there was no need to put into words what we both wanted - the need for each other was raw enough to be a physical thing that you could touch. Hudson peeled the blouse from my body - I hadn't even noticed his light-fingered touch as he undid the buttons, and he now unclipped my bra with similar dexterity, his experienced fingers barely grazing my skin. My breasts tumbled free and I moaned into Hudson's mouth as he caught them, running his skillful hands over my ample curves, enjoying their weight, and flicking the nipples into hard peaks.

I sighed as his mouth left mine, moving briefly down my neck, leaving pecked kisses wherever it went, finally reaching my cleavage. A rumble of lupine arousal stirred in his chest as, with lips, tongue and teeth, he began to explore every inch of my breasts. Clearly, he had found something he liked and I caught my breath as he lapped at a sensitive nipple. This guy really knew how a woman's body worked.

Not to be outdone by the technique of my partner, I leaned forward, nipping at the nape of his neck as my hands slid up his hard thighs to unbutton his jeans. Hudson shifted his weight to give me easy access without removing his head from my flushed chest. I reached into his pants, my fingers closing around hard, pulsing flesh, which I tugged out.

"Oh..."

I pushed him back for a moment, so I could get a better look at what I was holding, and Hudson took the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head, revealing a bodybuilder's physique which, at any other time, I would have taken a moment to enjoy. But all my attention was occupied by the thing in my hand.

Hudson was not as thick as his older brother but exceeded him in length. It was perhaps the most beautiful cock I had ever seen; elegantly curved, the skin as smooth as silk and hard as stone. It looked like it had been made by some sculptor trying to create the image of masculine perfection.

I couldn't wait. With a groan, I dove forward and swallowed him into the wet heat of my mouth.

Hudson growled in pleasure, stroking my hair as I went to town on him, feeling him grow and swell in my mouth. I felt his skilled hands slide down my back, light as a feather, followed by kisses. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my pants, pushing them down, and my underwear with them, to reveal the curve of my ass.

The kisses again followed and I wriggled my hips in frustrated passion as his lips imprinted themselves on the soft flesh of my backside. With each inch that he pulled my pants down, his mouth followed, licking, kissing and biting at my vulnerable ass. As more of my crack came into view, he began to dip his tongue into that secret hollow, edging ever closer.

The more these activities turned me on, the harder I sucked on his cockhead, sweet and succulent in my mouth; the more I twisted my fist about the base of his long, hard shaft; the more I tugged at his balls. Most men would have shot their load at such treatment, but Hudson merely arched his hips forward to meet me, as if this was good but he wanted more. He wanted it all.

The waistband of my pants popped over my bottom to wedge in the under curve where bum meets thigh, baring me to his gaze. With a growl of desire, Hudson descended - a hunter who had cornered his prey - his tongue probing against my secret entrance. It was too much for me, and his cock slipped from my mouth as I emitted a series of high-pitched gasps, reaching my first climax before Hudson had even touched me where I needed to be touched most.

That would not last long. Even as I was still coming, Hudson pulled away and caught hold of my legs. I squealed as he upended me onto my back, legs in the air, pulling off my pants and underwear. For a moment, he stared down at my naked body, his bright eyes alight with desire, glued to the narrow patch of trimmed hair he had revealed, surmounting the coral pink lips of my core. In the next moment, he was on me.

"Oh!" I cried out as his lips fastened to my pussy and his tongue slicked into me, setting me on the path to a second orgasm before the echoes of the first were gone.

His hands slipped beneath me, cradling and fondling my bum cheeks, a single wicked finger tickling at my still wet asshole. But his focus was my pussy, and he explored it with the same skill he had shown with every other part of my body. I spread my thighs wide on the floor as he lapped at me, his tongue swirling about my clit before sliding inside me and then lighting on some pressure point within me that I had not even known existed.

The move drew a groan that came straight from my belly that no man had ever heard me make before. My fingers fisted in his hair as I trembled and shook, shudders wracking my body. He pulled back again until his lips brushed against the sensitive nub of my clit, before his firm tongue massaged it in tight, firm circles until I was shaking with arousal. Another orgasm was coming fast and nothing could stop it now.

Nothing except Hudson himself.

He pulled back from me, leaving me teetering on the brink of climax, unable even to speak to voice my complaint. He looked down at my trembling body, as if proud of his handiwork, then slicked his hand up and down his impossibly long cock a few times, like a baseball player oiling up his bat, and bent down over me.

"Yes..." I murmured through my intense arousal. "God, yes..."

Hudson lined up and then sank just the pulsating head of his cock into me. But in my current state, that was more than enough. The delay only intensified the orgasm and my whole body jerked rhythmically off the floor as I came again. Even as I went off, Hudson began to slick his long member in and out of me, riding my orgasm, matching his thrusts to the throbs of my pussy, sheathing himself to the absolute limit with every push.

"Oh. Ohohohoh..." Something was happening inside me and at first I didn't know what it was. Then I realized - I was coming again before I had finished coming the first time.

Hudson's perfectly timed strokes rolled one orgasm over into the next. My internal organs seemed to clutch together, not knowing if they were coming or going; my muscles bunched and loosened of their own accord; a heated, scarlet flush, burned across my body and my mouth gaped wide as my eyes rolled back into my head. The twin orgasms crescendoed at the same moment, turning me into a flash-lit welter of white-hot pleasure I could barely endure, wracking my body.

Throughout it all, Hudson did not even pause, continuing to stroke in and out of my convulsing body, keeping the orgasm burning still longer as his molten gaze pierced my very soul.

When I finally collapsed to the rug, I felt as if I had been mugged by pleasure.

Hudson stopped for moment to look down at me, his handsome face tight with need. "You okay?"

"No wonder women have a chat room about you," I breathed.

He smiled and stroked my cheek. "Not every woman comes like that. You’re magic, love."

He stooped to kiss me and I folded my arms about his head. Feeling him still hard and throbbing inside me, I wrapped my legs around him and flexed my hips, letting him know I was ready for more. He might have fucked the life out of me, but as long as he could keep going, I was happy to take whatever he could give.

Hudson gathered me into his arms and sat back on his knees, taking me with him, lifting me up and down in his lap, his cock penetrating deeper inside of me than any man had ever gone before. His face was now ruddy with the effort of holding back, a light sweat was on his forehead and his breath sawed in and out of his lungs.

Harder. Faster.

His muscles bulged as he hauled my legs up to lift my ass off the floor so he could go deeper, his hips smacking against my suspended cheeks, his cock bottoming out inside me with every shove. I wasn't sure if I came at this point or if the simple pleasure of getting fucked by Hudson was almost equal to the force of orgasm.

For a moment, he rested my legs on his shoulders, his chest heaving with exertion as he looked down at me, wondering what to do next. I gasped as he slipped out of me, and let my gaze linger on that long cock, slick with my juices, still unrelentingly hard, bouncing up and down as he moved. Grabbing my legs, he flipped me onto my belly and I growled in desire, pushing my backside up and wiggling it suggestively from side to side.

With a grunt, Hudson was back inside me, his muscular hips flattening out my ass cheeks.

"God, you’re beautiful."

There was a ragged need in his voice as he began to thrust into my clutching channel. I bounced my hips back to meet him, exhausted but fired up by my own fierce desire. I could hear Hudson's strained snarls as he bucked into me harder and harder, determined to take me to the pinnacle once more before his stamina finally gave way.

I stretched back to kiss him, and the taste of him in my mouth seemed to break down the last of my defenses. I whined cattily, twisted my pinned body beneath him, and only then did I feel the slight pressure at my asshole.

"Oh..."

As my orgasm broke, expanding outward, Hudson's thumb popped into my bottom, twisting deliciously in that tight orifice. The unexpectedness of it, combined with the perverse thought of Hudson penetrating that forbidden tunnel, again triggered a second orgasm in my already roiling body.

I clamped my lips shut as muffled sounds of suppressed ecstasy filled the room. I bounced up and down on the rug like I was having a fit, like the floor was red-hot beneath me, like I was trying to buck Hudson off of me, as I suffered through a pleasure that my body seemed unable to contain. Knowing that there were others in the house, I had done my best to stay quiet but, suddenly, it was too much and I howled like a banshee.

Now, Hudson slammed forward into me harder than ever. I heard him growl and gasp, and inside I felt his cock swell and jerk as he began to pump his seed into me.

"Oh my god..." I whimpered. The feel of Hudson's spunk pouring into me seemed to set me off again, a third orgasm fighting for possession of my body, which felt barely adequate to deal with one. But this third was different, more like a third, fourth, fifth, sixth and more, dozens of tiny orgasms exploding throughout my body, crackling at my fingertips, searing down my spine, burrowing under my skin. It felt as if every pore on my body was a volcano, erupting with its own private climax. It was like nothing I had ever felt, and for a moment I wondered if I was dying. There were worse ways to go.

Hudson clutched my hips against his as he continued to shoot into me and I clawed back at his body, as if keeping him where he was, buried inside me, was the only way I could survive the terrific climaxes that rocked me to my core.

When we had both regained our breath and our composure, I lay back in Hudson's arms, his hands tracing gentle patterns across my sweat-slicked skin.

"I need a shower."

"Come on."

We gathered up our clothes and Hudson took me up to his room.

"Shower's through there, I'm just going to check on Gray."

I wondered if he felt guilty about what we’d done while his brother lay injured upstairs. Part of me sure did. But the other part knew we’d been on edge. Both shaken by the battle, and full of relief he was going to be all right. That, and the drinks and the talking, had been the perfect storm. I wondered if the doctor had heard us...

I stood under the shower replaying it all in my head. Of course, Hudson knew his way around a woman's body - practice made perfect - and yet... Maybe I was being silly, but it had felt special.

The shower door opened and there stood Hudson.

"Room for one more?"

My eyes travelled down his impressive musculature to the still more impressive cock, hard again already, waving at me.

"Just barely," I said, feasting my eyes on its length.

It seemed impossible to want him again. To be so greedy as to need more. But what I was feeling was far beyond rational.

Hudson stepped in to join me and we kissed deeply as the water cascaded around us, then I turned away from him and stuck out my ass. I mewled as Hudson went back into me, sinking his long shaft into my willing body until our bodies were pressed tight together.

Curling an arm around his neck, I drew him down to me and whispered, "Don't forget the thumb."

Hudson grinned. His hand smoothed across the wet sheen of my ass, his thumb finding my bottom, and I caught my breath as he pushed in to penetrate me in two places.

It was leisurely sex, Hudson quickly catching my desired rhythm and matching it with long, indulgent strokes, drawing his lengthy cock from me till just the head remained, then sliding the whole fabulous thing back in. Each time it seemed that it would never end, while his thumb twisted and tugged at my sensitive asshole and his tongue explored my mouth.

There were no fireworks this time, no frantic rutting, no adventurous positions. When I came, it was only once, at the same time as Hudson, and neither of us made much noise, simply exhaling the pleasure of a long promised come.

And yet, I think it was that time that was my favorite. It had been... intimate. And that was something that I fancied few women who had been with Hudson could claim.

After we had dried off and were lying in bed, our bodies fresh, our hair still damp, I caught him looking at me strangely.

"Something wrong?"

"Nothing at all." His voice seemed strange, too.

"Hudson?"

"You know I've been with a few women, right?"

I laughed. "I know you've been with enough women for it to be considered a demographic."

Hudson nodded. "I just... This was... This was nice."

"Nice?" I hadn't expected him to go overboard given his history, but I had hoped I'd been better than 'nice'.

"Don't misunderstand," Hudson hastened to correct himself. "I mean, the sex was awesome. But it was also nice. All of it."

And suddenly, 'nice' didn't seem such a bad thing to be.