Chapter 13

"For the love God, harder! I'm not going to break, so fuck me like you mean it!"

"I'm going as hard as I can, but you're so damn insatiable," he grunted out as his hips slammed into mine.

"And don't you forget it." I growled out, digging my nails deeper into his shoulder blades and catching his earlobe between my teeth.

He nearly had me folded in half and I still wanted more. I had been debating whether or not to stop so I could grab a few things out of the closet that I knew would send me over the edge but I didn't want to scare him off too quickly so I had to opt for a less…creative…means of reaching my end.

"Bite me; if you're going as hard as you can then just bite me. I don't care where and I don't care who sees it, just do it." I was nearly there and just needed that little bit extra before I started seeing stars.

Thankfully, he was good at doing what he was told to do. I felt his parted lips brush down the side of neck and his teeth gently begin to sink into the junction between where my neck and shoulder met. I began to feel my walls fluttering around him and knew that I close. I was practically begging him to bite me harder and felt him tense up at my request. He had some unasked questions but obliged.

I had ended up screaming his name louder than I had then when I was in the bathroom getting myself off two months prior. My brows furrowed as I felt the tears running down the sides of my face while my body shook in the aftermath of one of the most powerful orgasms that I had ever had. It was one of those 'don't fucking touch me' types of powerful orgasms that left you a shaking mess.

He soon followed and pulled out almost too quickly for my liking; I knew that he was uncomfortable with my demands, but I didn't think that he would get up and put his robe back on in such haste. I laid back on the couch and stared at the ceiling for a little bit before I propped myself up on elbows to get a good look around at the damage, the feeling of everything dripping onto the cushion and down my thighs as I shifted myself into an upright position.

It had all started when I shoved him against the wall and rolled my hips against his relishing in the heat that his body gave off against the December cold. Before he even had the chance to lay a finger on me, I had already sunk to my knees and had taken him in my mouth. When he did try to lace his fingers through my hair, I had grabbed a hold of his balls and gave them a slight tug; growling around his cock. All he could do was tilt his head back against the wall and groan.

He finally had enough when his cock hit the back of my throat and I began to hum around him, scraping my teeth lightly against him when he fully dragged himself from my mouth. His pupils were nearly blackened with lust when he pushed me onto my back, making a grab for my panties and ripping them to shreds. I divested myself of the shirt and matching bra that I wore but before I had a chance to get the skirt off, he had already pushed it up and sunk in. There was no pausing, no period of adjustment; there was only that primal need to move.

I was pretty impressed with his length, but his girth was the awakening that I needed. It wasn't enough that he bottomed out inside me after a few deep strokes, but to feel everything at one time was damn near earth shattering to say the least. I had only closed my eyes for a brief moment in an attempt to memorize this feeling when he started dragging me along the fibers of the carpet that was laid out in the hallway. To feel that delicious burning against my skin had me writhing under him.

At one point I had managed to gain the upper hand and flipped us over. I had to slow this momentum down just a little bit before either of us lost all control too early. He grabbed onto my hips, thrusting himself upwards, pushing and pulling me in an attempt to get me to speed up my actions. I took my hair out of the rubber band that had it tied back and leaned over him, watching as it created a curtain, blocking our faces from the outside world. A soft moan emanated from his chest when I began to lightly rake my nails over his skin. It felt so wonderful against mine that I couldn't help the moan of appreciation that came bubbling up to the surface. Under hooded eyelids, I watched as his eyes fluttered shut and I took the opportunity to taste those lips that I had only dreamt of kissing.

Naturally he tasted like cigarette smoke, but there was an underlying sweetness that I couldn't quite place. I felt him wrap a leg around one of mine and flip us back over afterwards he resumed the punishing pace that he had originally set. It was hard enough that he eventually pushed me from the hallway all the way to the coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. As my back was endlessly being scratched against the fibers of the area rug, my body became numb to the sensation of being pushed along the floor and stopped responding the way that it had. That was when I felt him lifting me onto his lap, pick me up, and crudely dropped me onto the coffee table. It was an old marble table that I had inherited from my great-grandmother; it was probably around 50 or 60 years old by now but the cold surface on a December morning was a shock on my nerve endings.

I didn't mean for it happen, but the shock of the cold marble also caused me to jump more than a little bit while Murphy was mid-thrust so on his way back in, I pulled him down with me and we broke my coffee table in half. Admittedly, I was too caught up in the moment to care but the fragmented and broken pieces of the table running along my back made me tighten my walls against his cock and I had a mini orgasm right there. It was more of an auto response to the pain that I was accustomed to feeling so long ago but regardless those broken pieces on my bare skin felt astounding. It also brought back some of the sensation in my body that I had lost a little bit ago.

He was nice enough to pick me up from the pile of broken pieces once he caught sight of the blood coloring the pieces red and deposited me over one of the arms of the couch. That was when he had me folded in half and I was howling for him to give me the release that I was after. I could always clean the blood up later after he left and I had a moment to catch my breath.

"Go ahead and ask I can see it in your face so just get it off your chest now."

"Is dat what he used to do to ya? Did he drive ya t'rough pieces of furniture, draw blood, and drag ya over abrasive surfaces until yer skin was raw?" he asked keeping his eyes cast downward while pulling a pack of cigarettes and a light from the pocket of the threadbare robe.

I sighed, I knew these questions were coming and I also knew I was about to confirm all of the stories that Charlie had ever told them.

"He did all of that and more. He had me screaming his name late into the night and into the early morning hours until I was hoarse; he would leave me lying underneath him in a pool of sweat and sex juices while he carved his name into the back of my neck with a buck knife. It wasn't that big, but it was big enough that it was easily seen when my hair was pulled back and off my neck. Everyone knew about us, but there were times that newcomers had to be put in their place and the locals had to be reminded. But, I have no regrets over it. He was a caged animal and I was the means through which he vented and sought release. My ex is dead and I can't bring him back; I don't want you thinking that I was trying to vicariously re-live the past through you. To be honest, what we did was just as good, maybe even a little bit better. It was definitely different, but in a good way. My ex had a habit of choking me when he would come and sometimes it was hard enough that I would pass out from a lack of oxygen; but your apprehension when I asked you bite me lets me know now that it's okay to have boundaries. Look, I don't know about you but this morning was the first time I had any type of sexual encounter in nearly a year so if I did anything that left you unnerved and probably scarred for life, I'm sorry. I needed that roughness and all of those marks to remind me that I was still here; that I needed to start living in the present rather than let the past serve as a constant reminder of what used to be."

He nodded his head for a moment, seemingly in deep thought. I hope I didn't scare him off or that he'd run back to his brother and tell him that he may need therapy for his traumatizing ordeal.

"I'm not sure what ta say. I'm glad dat ya had dis grand epiphany while we just did all of dat, but don't ya find it to be hypocritical dat your ex did all of those t'ings and probably worse yet ya complain at least once a week about finding a good man? Ya have one of two good men standing right in front of ya, how much more convincing do ya need before ya can see dat?"

"I may need quite a bit more convincing, but after the performance you just gave, I'm willing to go against every single one of my moral codes and give you a second chance. If you want me to give Connor a second chance, his form of apology had better be up to par with yours. I don't want you thinking that you can just fuck your way into forgiveness every time either of you bring up a less than pleasant subject. I need you to understand though that I have my walls up for a reason and if you, and possibly Connor, want to break through those you are going to have to actually work for it."

I watched as he nodded his head again and felt myself starting to shake a little bit on the inside. Truthfully, I was more than a little scared of what he may (or may not) say but the fact that I made it clear that I was willing to try something out of my comfort zone was terrifying. A small smile began to appear on his face before he caught me off guard.

"Challenge accepted. Ya up fer round 2?"

I couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped before he was in front of the couch to help me to my feet and backed me up against the wall just to the left of my bedroom door. His lips were on mine while one hand was threading fingers through my hair and the other was sliding painstakingly slow around my hip, over the curve of my ass, and landing on the back of my leg; his fingers started digging into the flesh as it hitched the limb around his body. He stepped further into the space that was created as I felt my leg molding to him. His lips detached from mine and worked their way along my jaw-line to my neck and ear; his now free hand sweeping along the heated plane of my abdomen, suddenly changing course and rapidly making its descent southward. A sharp gasp escaped when I threw my head back against the wall when I felt his short, ragged nails lightly graze along my clit; two fingers slid through my folds and his thumb started a steady circular pressure against that bundle of nerves. His stubble-lined check scratched against my neck as the muscles in his face twitched into a smirk.

"I'm not gonna stop till yer hoarse from screaming my name."

My arms moved on their volition to his shoulders, my fingers sliding under the fabric frantically attempting to push it down his arms. He pulled his hands away from me long enough so I could disrobe him but he kept his hips pressed into mine, pinning me to the wall. The second the robe was on the floor, his hands were on me again, lifting my other leg from the floor, rapidly sheathing himself inside me once again and I was forced to rely on the wall to keep my upright as my arms wound themselves around his neck, tucking my head down as I tried to concentrate on the feeling of this newly created angle. It's been so long since the last time I slept with someone who made me feel so full yet craving more that I never wanted this to end.

"Mind…if we…try…something…a little…different?" I huffed out as his thrusts turned into quick, unpredictable bursts of energy that left me gasping after each one.

"What'd ya have in mind?"

He stilled his movements temporarily as I requested this be moved into the bedroom. On days when I was too lazy to go to the gym and I wanted to do some work on my arms, I had put in a pull-up bar between the bed and the closet set about six feet off the ground. I directed him to stand in front of the bar so I could grab onto it and stretch my back out. It would take at least half of the weight off of him but would also allow us a wider range of movement. That is until I unexpectedly let go of the bar when my hands started sweating themselves out of the death grip I had.

"Much as I like it when ya put me on my back, next time we do dat I t'ink I may have ta tie ya ta da bar ta keep ya from doing dat again."

I slapped his shoulder lightly as I started drifting off into a post-coital bliss using his chest as a pillow as the sound of his heartbeat hammering away inside his chest pulled me deeper into sleep. His hands on my hips lifting them to allow himself to fall out with an audible pop was all I remembered of round two.

A/N: So what do you think? Smutty enough for you or not enough? Keep in mind there is another MacManus who will be having some play-time in the very near future so if there's something you want done please let me know. Comments/reviews welcome, feel free to PM me with any suggestions you may have.