The air was chilly but not bad for Boston this time of year. They walked talking about things that didn't really matter. He offered her a cigarette and she turned him down. He lit one for himself and they talked. She was from County Tipperary and she was sharing stories of the local pub she had worked in. For Murphy it was hearing stories of home. She stopped in front of a small apartment house. "Tis me." He paused and waited to see what she was going to do. "Ya wanna come in? I can give ya sum ice fer tha' jaw." She spoke so fast that anyone that wasn't accustomed to an accent would have missed what she was saying. Murphy wondered for a moment if it was a good idea or not, but he nodded yes and they were walking again.
Her apartment was nice, especially compared to the shit hole and shared with his brother about ten blocks from here. She didn't have much furniture and what she did have, didn't match. One large room served as the kitchen, living and dining area. She had a bathroom and a bedroom and it was more space that she said she needed. He liked that she seemed to be a minimalist. Teagan had a stack of books in the living room area. Murphy walked around, checking out her books, the view from the front windows and enjoyed the comfortable chit chat they had going on. She offered him ice for his jaw but he turned her down. "Tis nothin'. I've been worse than this." She smiled as she walked to him by the window. "One time, Connor and me got milling wit' these guys that put us bot' in the 'ospital for two days." He showed her faint scars from handcuffs that he had acquired as a result. She laughed, she was used to rough and tumble men. She trailed her fingers on his wrist then up to is Celtic Cross tattoo on his forearm.
"This ink is beautiful." Her touch warmed his skin, his whole body. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him, he had missed it. His dick reacted immediately. He touched her face as she traced his tattoo. She looked up at him and the corners of her mouth showed a smile. He loved her mouth. Teagan nodded her head. "Yes. Stay?" She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She had been hoping for months to hook up with this one and she didn't want to let the chance slip away.
Murphy stepped into her and kissed her. Her lips were sweet. Her mouth was soft and wet and she kissed him back. She pressed her body to his and he tangled his fingers in her hair. "Yeah." He wanted to stay and be with her. This felt too easy, too simple. This felt right. He kissed her and she kissed him back, mindful of the hit to the face he had taken earlier. A hit he had taken for her. She kissed his lips then his chin, down the side that wasn't swollen and down to his neck. He played in her red hair and smiled at her mouth on him. His brain was spinning, this wasn't going to be hard and rough like he was with his usual lover. Teagan was a lady, granted an Irish lady who fit in at McGinty's and could surely hold her own. But he would treat her like the lady she was.
He had already taken off his coat when he arrived, but now she was pulling at his t-shirt. She wanted to touch him, more of him. She was sure his body was nicer than his clothes had hidden. He helped her take his shirt off and she kissed him again. "Ya know what ya want, don't ya lass?" She was not as much aggressive as she was assertive. Murphy didn't mind an assertive women. She nodded. Teagan dropped his shirt to the floor and then slipped the wooden rosary beads over his head. She had seen him wear them often and she knew they were important. Murphy put out his hand and she passed them to him, he kissed the cross then dropped them on the floor on top of his shirt. She found his devotion to his faith interesting. Back to his body she saw the tattoo over her heart. In script it read "Noah". She didn't know who that was but she assumed it was a loved one who had past, quite a common place for such a name. She avoided kissing it but found his nipple instead and licked at it. She felt his chest expand. Teagan hadn't been with a man since she had landed in America over six months ago. Not that she hadn't been given the opportunity, she just never found anyone she thought was worthy of her body.
"Ba mhaith liom tú a fuck dom Murphy" She knew the words would not be lost on him. She was positive his brain would translate it perfectly. She stood in front of him and waited for him to reply.
Murphy's body relaxed to the phrase spoken in his mother tongue that he wanted to hear more than any other. This fiery, sexy, álainn woman wanted him as much as he craved her. And she wasn't afraid of dirty words to do it. He drew her up and kissed her. "Aye lass, anyting ya want." She started to take off her shirt and he helped, unwrapping her like a gift. Maybe his brother had been right, she was everything he needed tonight and nothing would go wrong.
He looked down at her pale freckled skin, she was Irish as the day was long, her breasts sat perfectly in her white simple bra and he knew that as some point he want to slip his cock between them if she'd let him. Murphy's Law: Whatever could go wrong in bed would go wrong for Murphy MacManus. He thought back to the last woman he tried to tit fuck, she had told him that he was pushing his luck, he dick would only go in one place in that women. Murphy's curse was that he liked nice girls but he had a naughty flair. He always wanted to do things that were just a little dirty. Those nice girls often drew the line.
He found Teagan's nipples through the cotton material and began to roll them. He would start here and see where things went.
"Anyt'ing I want?" She was playful in his ear as she licked at him. He had wrapped his arms around her and pressed her hot flesh to his. "I wanna do t'ings I'm gonna 'ave to confess to the Monsignor." As if he wasn't hard already, his cock understood the words before his brain did. He stiffened against her hip.
Murphy laughed, "Jus' don use me name in the box. Monsignor hears from me too much as it tis." They both laughed. Kissing and touching lead to sliding off shoes and boots. He started at her jeans, he took it slow but was encouraged every time she helped. She was needy. He wanted to see how serious she was about sinning so he began to whisper in her ear as he touched her. "We're not married…" she nodded and licked at his tanned skin tasting the salt of his flesh and searching for more. "Be a sin if I touched ya here…." He slide his tattooed hand up her stomach to her breast and held it. Teagan nodded, she liked his voice. His other hand found her butt cheek and gave it a squeeze, she had a decent ass. "Tis a sin for me to touch ya here too…" She liked the way he fondled her she sighed into his skin.
He made her wet, more than any man had in quite a while. She wanted him to see how much she wanted him. Teagan took his hand from her breast and slid it into the front of her panties. Her jeans were still around her knees, they hadn't fully undressed her yet. With her fingers laced in his she showed him her wetness. "Really be a sin if ya touched me 'ere Murph." He tipped his head back and exposed her neck to her. He closed his eyes as their fingers slid through her wet heat. He liked the ways she was willing to sin with him.
"Jaysus." Somewhere in his mind he was waiting to be reprimanded for taking the Lord's name in vain, but she didn't. She simply echoed after him, "Christ." As if she was finishing the thought. Murphy thought that his cock was going to bust the zipper on his jeans.
She drew her hand out of her panties leaving his there, she licked her fingers and spoke. "Come to me bed Murphy?" He nodded slowly pulling his finger through her slit but not inside of her. He brought his finger to her mouth and she opened for him. She licked herself off his skin and he grinned. "cailín salach". Maybe tonight Murphy's Law was going to leave him alone.
"Aye, I can be a dirty girl, now come on." She worked herself out of her pants then walked in front of him clad only in her white underwear and showed him to her bed room. She oozed confidence and that was appealing. The room was small with just a double bed and a dresser. She walked him in and turned finding his zipper and button. She opened the front of his jeans.
"Jus' tonight. Okay?" Teagan spoke as clearly as she could. She needed him to understand. "Not looking for a boyfriend Murphy MacManus." She watched his face waiting for his reaction.
Murphy nodded in agreement, "Aye, jus' tonight." He kissed her then he edged her to the bed. When her legs hit the mattress she sat down. "Yes." It's what he wanted. He knelt in front of her and spread her thighs. The material between her legs was soaked, and he leaned in inhaled her scent. Heavenly. He slid his hands up her thighs and found the band of her panties.
She stopped his hand. "Rip 'em." She was a very salach girl. Did she like it rough, he'd test the waters and see. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a pocket knife. Using two hands he opened the short blade, something he generally used to open mail or pick at his nails. He showed it to her and waited.
"Be gentle?" She looked a little nervous but she wasn't scared, as a matter of fact, she opened her legs wider to him. Murphy had never actually done this before. He carefully slid the blade between the cotton and her flesh and then caught the tip to make sure it would cut. He made and opening in the cotton and realized she was watching his face, not the knife. He cut open a reasonable hole then pulled the knife away and put it on the floor. He kissed her stomach down to the hole he had cut then he put his fingers into the hole and ripped her panties. She let out something that sounded like a 'meep' but it was the extra flooding of liquid between her thighs that clued him into her excitement. He made quick work of her panties tearing them to shreds and cutting a bit of the elastic with his knife to get them off of her. At one point the material dug into her flesh and she winced but he could tell she was enjoying it. Murphy man-handled her out of the scraps and dropped them on the floor. "A fine t'ing". Her pussy was stunning.
"D'I get to cut ya out of this?" He brought his mouth to her covered nipple and sucked. Her head fell back as the cool air found her exposed pussy and his mouth heated her skin.
"Yes please." She did know exactly what she liked.
He was pleased. "Na yet." Murphy leaned back and spread her open, she was a beautiful shade of pink with well-manicured hair all above her opening. He started with his tattooed finger and slowly slid into her. The letters disappearing inside her body. First the S, A than the T were gone, inside her hot tight body. Leaving the A-E-Q-U-I that was above his knuckle exposed. If she were into being fisted he could lose the word inside of her he thought. But for now this was good, he stroked in and out of her and she watched as he did it. She whimpered when he slid in a second finger. "So fukin' beautiful." Murphy loved the soft curves of a women, the opening of a vagina, the swell of breasts. He loved women in many sizes but truly appreciated the ones that were tight in all the right places, and Teagan was tight around his fingers. She was feminine but not submissive, she knew what she wanted but didn't seem overbearing. His cock was straining and he shifted himself.
"K'I work on that?" She watched him adjusting himself.
Murphy's swollen face half smiled. "Twas 'opin to git ya off once. Less I'm doin' it wrong an ya done like me here?" He wanted to go down on her, he loved the taste of a women. He fingered into her deep, the "I" was now buried inside her.
She moaned, "If I wasn't cravin' yer cock so much." It had been too long since Teagan had been with a man, she wanted to feel his cock inside her. In her mouth, in her pussy. She didn't care which.
Murphy nodded. Now it was a math problem in his brain. He picked the knife up off the floor, slid it under the center of her bra and flicked through the material. Not what he had initially envisioned, but it was fine. She gasped at the quickness of his action. Her B cups spilled out the cool air puckered her nipples instantly. He fucked into her one last time as he closed the knife on her carpet, then slide his fingers out of her and wiped them on her nipples. He wanted to taste her, the best of both worlds. He suckled her breasts enjoying the mouthful and the flavor. She made the most wonderful noises. When she was finally cleaned up Murphy leaned back on his haunches and smiled. "Do what ya want Teagan." He was offering his body to her.
She slid off the bed and climbed her naked body on him. Pushing him down then stripping off his jeans. She had been right, he was beautiful. She licked at the tattoo on his thigh as she rubbed her faced on his skin. She loved the smell of a man and Murphy was all that. While she was exploring him, he found his wallet and took a condom out leaving it on the floor next to his knife. He enjoyed as she simply used him. First her mouth on his flesh, finding his cock, sucking him deep till she gagged a bit and pulled back. She rubbed her tits on the head of his cock and he smiled. Maybe she would let him. He reached down and held her breast and directed them over his dick. She understood and slid him between what little cleavage she had. She let him fuck her for a while, flicking her tongue across the tip as it came to her lips, then it was gone again. Murphy sighed as the creamy flesh rubbed along his shaft. At some point she muttered, "Fook me tits. Do it." He thrust faster.
She was done with the foreplay, done with the waiting. She picked up the condom and handed it to him. "Wan' ya inside me."
He took the foil pack and opened it. "Git on the bed lass. I want ya bad." Murphy knew that if they stayed on the floor they'd both end up with rug burn. She listened and was on the bed as he finished rolling the rubber along his shaft. He crawled over her in the middle of the bed and lined himself up with opening. He loved the feeling of wet heat, it had been too long since he had done this and he would savor the initial entry. He pushed slowly, watching her face to make sure he wasn't hurting her, she was tight for sure. She held her breath as he pushed and she nodded absentmindedly enjoying it as much as he did. Once he was inside of her they kissed. He fucked her as she held him, kissing and licking. She squeaked a bit as he rocked into her and the head board tapped against the wall. It was the living room wall so he didn't worry about disturbing the neighbors.
Murphy loved a women who got lost in sex, didn't concern if parts of her imperfect body were on display, jiggling where they shouldn't be. "Níos deacra" She said it twice, looking into his eyes when she said it. He did it, he fucked her harder as she demanded. Slamming into her, making the headboard bang the wall now. She dug her fingers into his flesh. "From behind." She knew what she wanted. He nodded and pulled out of her. Treating her like a rag doll he rolled her over and pulled her by her hips onto her knees. He slid back in quickly and she savored the filling. Teagan moaned out 'yes' and 'fook' and a few dirty words in Gaelic that made him fuck deeper. She announced her first orgasm and it felt like he was being squeezed by a vice. After that her orgasms were less intense but she had at least three that he was sure of. Teagan was a women who knew exactly how to turn a man on. "Cum on me Murphy." She looked over her shoulder at him, she knew his was close.
"Jaysus!" Murphy loved how dirty she was. And he guessed this was just the tip of the iceberg. You never shared all your dirty fetishes with a one night stand, he surely hadn't shared his with her. He stroked in a while longer reaching around her play with her clit till he was ready to cum. He pulled out, slipped out of the condom then began to stroke himself. Teagan rolled over, she wanted to see him, wanted him to cum on her tits. She held them together till the nipples almost touched and he knelt over her stroking till he came. Hot threads of sperm directed at her breasts and she smiled as he came. "Yebatsya", he groaned, his face was priceless, contorted and sexy. He stroked himself till every drop was on her skin.
He looked down at her, his seed all over her freckled covered breasts. Her face was confused. "What?" Shit, had he done something wrong, it was Murphy's Law.
"Was that Russian?" She couldn't figure out what he had said when he came.
Murphy laughed and nodded, panting now that he knew he wasn't in trouble. "Christ lass, you make me cum so 'ard I fuckin' do it in Russian." He didn't realize he had done it. It was actually something Connor was known to do. They chuckled as she trailed her fingers though the cum on her breasts and brought it to her mouth. She was a little dirty, Murphy liked it. In a turnabout of naughtiness he leaned over her and sucked at the cum covered nipple, sucking hard while cleaning her up.
He laid down next to her taking a moment to catch his breath. "Now who's the salach one?" Teagan asked, apparently she wasn't offended by his brand of dirty. He smiled as he closed his eyes. She had worn him out with on good orgasm, but he didn't want to be finished. Teagan got out of the bed and left the room, he was sure she went to clean up.
When she came back he was fast asleep, she wanted more as well, she crawled onto the bed and slipped his flaccid dick into her mouth, she wasn't in a rush anymore, she was willing to take it slow. "Oh lass, I need a kip." She had woken him in the most wonderful way a man could be woken.
Teagan ghosted her lips over the tip of his cock, "You can rest for a while Murph, I'm jus' gonna play here till yer ready." She meant it. She sucked at him, deep and soft as he slowly began to grow in her mouth. Nothing made her happier than feeling a cock come to life on her tongue. He did have a very nice dick, average length, wider than most. Perfect for sucking and fucking in her opinion.
When he was finally hard again he reached for her. "I need to taste ya princess." He reached for her leg and gave her a tug. "Lay on top of me, we'll do this together." She moved into a classic sixty-nine position hardly taking her perfect mouth off of him. She lowered her pussy to his face and his fingers spread her wide as his tongue invaded her. They stayed that way through two of her orgasms, she responded beautifully to his mouth, fingers and the humming of an Irish tune. She flooded his mouth with juices that he drank down. When he finally came he gave her warning but she simply locked her mouth tighter around him and swallowed him down.
She stayed on top of him a while, she didn't seem to be crushing him and when she was finally ready to move he was ready to get up. They sat on the edge of the bed and kissed for a minute, he tried to tame her unruly hair for her. "You leaving?" She was surprised that he seemed it such a rush to go.
"Only t'night. Remember." He kissed her cheek. She watched him slide on his underwear and jeans. "Com'on. I'll tuck you in and let me self out." Teagan smiled and got up. She shook her head. She would walk him to the front door. He found his shirt, rosary and coat and worked back into his boots. "You gonna come down to the pub for the match this week?" There was a big Rugby tournament that was being televised on Thursday night.
Teagan had her hand on the door knob. "Yeah, gonna try and be there." He stepped into her space and hugged her. "T'anks for t'night. T'was good."
"Aye. I'll be seein' ya." He knew that she had been serious about this being a one night event. He wasn't looking for a girlfriend any more than she wanted a boyfriend. She kissed him one last time and watched him walk down the steps. He turned back and waved as she shut the door. He lit a cigarette and started home.