Chapter 47: Don't Suffer Babe, Just Let It Trickle

(Moriarty)

He considered what she'd just said. With all this agitation, he hadn't taken the time to think it over. Though, in truth, he didn't want to tie himself in knots over it. Maybe they had just strayed a bit from the right path. Maybe they just needed to adjust. Maybe, they could simply skip town for a while, let things cool down. Start over somewhere else. Why not New York? There was still a possibility their da was there…

Though, suddenly, it downed on him that perhaps Aideen wouldn't want to follow them after what had happened at the house.

"Anyway Conn', ye better finish what ye have to do quickly. It's starting to be too dicey for ye here," she absentmindedly said while taping the bandages on his thigh.

He shuddered. He tried to grab her chin softly so she'd look back at him, but she stood up too fast. She was putting away her instruments, avoiding his eyes. His hands grazed over her thighs, afraid to touch her too forcefully.

"I'm sorry I put ye in danger, Tine…"

"What? No. Connor, ye didn't-"

"I'd understand if ye wanted to stop and leave us-"

"Leave ye?" She finally stared him in the eyes. And his were wide and scared, his brows in a knot, full of worries. She completely melted. "Connor, I meant what I said before ye left earlier." She leaned in to kiss him passionately. "I'm not leaving." She kissed him again and he finally reciprocated. "For as long as ye'll have me." Her hands were in his hair while his were roaming on her back. Then lower, until they reached her thighs, his fingers now sinking in her flesh in a desperate clutch, leaving them both a little breathless.

"Forever then, love."

She nodded frantically as he kissed her stomach, pushing her shirt up, burying his face in her skin, breathing her in. Her whole body lit up, as it did each time he touched her. Her fingers found the button of her own jeans under his chin. And he trailed down kisses and licks as she pulled them off.

She came to sit on his laps. Careful not to touch his injury, she straddled him to find his mouth again, to feel his tongue wrestling against hers and his body heating up at their contact, her hands roaming on his tight muscles. And he held onto her tightly, while she writhed against him.

He tugged on her shirt, pulled it over her head; she did the same to his black turtleneck, then crashed her breasts on his bare chest. His warmth, the softness of his skin, the roughness of his hands, even the carvings of his rosary crushed between them. His full lips now on her throat, her collarbone, down to her breasts. She arched her back, granting him access and pressing even harsher on his hardened length.

Her hand had to pull on the elastic band of his underwear to free him out.

"Condom?" he asked urgently.

"No need this week." Her heavy eyelids, sensually open mouth and panting voice drove him so fucking nuts he barely heard her answer.

He moaned at her touch, and the sound of it vibrated on her enclosed nipple to make her squirm. It wasn't long before she had to descend on him, making them both cry out. Though they stopped for a second. They needed to stare into each other's eyes, without a word, while she began to move over him.

Leisurely at first. Then faster and faster. Her mouth nipping at his neck, licking the wooden beads of the chaplet, her hands clutching his shoulder and ass, careful not to hurt. His own in her hair and on her hips, amplifying her movement, keeping her close.

Earlier, in the street, he had lost control of the situation. They had all been hurt because of it. Now, slowly, she was giving it back to him. She still moved but let him set the pace. She let him pull her hair to arch her back and watch her small tits bounce up and down with the motion. God, he needed her to come already. His thumb reached between them to brush her clit and she jerked forward to bury her face in his shoulder and stifle a scream.

"Christ Connor…"

"Let go for me love."

She felt it build up in her belly. Rumbling inside her like a coming earthquake.

When the door opened.

Wide eyes and gaping mouth, when they turned briskly towards it, told them he was sincerely not expecting this. And he had frozen in the entrance.

"Close the fucking door Murph'!" Connor yelled.

He did. Although he closed it behind himself.

"Didn't mean to interrupt." He stood against the wall. Not advancing any further, but not averting his staring eyes either.

Connor threw his brother a murderous glare, though Aideen grabbed the sides of his head to force him to look back at her. She had a new twinkle in her eye.

"Don't mind him. Focus on me love," she whispered in his ear as she slowly went back to moving above him.

He gritted his teeth, glancing back at his brother. "Ye two are fucking sick…"

"Shh, look at me. Only me." Murphy heard her mutter.

And he saw Connor do as she asked. He watched her arch back and clutch his brother's shoulder and nape, effectively pulling his face into her breast. He watched as she picked up the pace, making it long and hard. He was watching when she sneaked a look his way. Hell, he wasn't even blinking anymore.

His breath was shallow, his lips in a thin white line, and his hand itched for the bulge in his pants. He watched as she saw all that and licked her own lips. He swallowed hard and unconsciously licked his own too. When his palm finally went to press on his own wood through the way-too-thick fabric of his jeans, he was staring right into her eyes and saw her shiver.

He wanted to tell her how fucking hot this was though kept quiet, knowing he was walking on thin ice.

"Fuck, Tin'." Connor's voice was stiff. He darted his tongue on her nipple, his eyes resolutely shut. She moaned and pulled his hair back to whisper in his ear, loud enough, this time, for the both of them to hear: "Does it feel good?"

"A-… Aye, it fucking does."

She darted her eyes at Murphy that could barely contain himself but still didn't move an inch.

"Show him what ye can do, Connor."

She knew how to drive them both crazy. Damn, she knew them well enough to pull every fucking string.

Connor flung the rosary behind his back, so it wouldn't get in his way, before he grabbed her ass to keep her in place. And, despite his injured leg, lifted her up, carrying her roughly to the sink. There, with his back to Murphy and her tit between his lips, he started pounding into her. He held her on the edge, her knees high against his own ribs, not letting her do anything but take it, and she cried out.

When he felt her start to lose it, he slipped a finger down between her butt cheeks, and carefully but swiftly entered. Not far. He just pressed against his own dick through the thin skin separating the two. And they were both sent flying over the fucking moon.

He kept thrusting, though, until she was nothing but a limp mess in his arms. She shivered with violent aftershocks when he slid out, letting her legs down, licking her earlobe one last time.

He took a step back now, to keep his body inches from hers. Nothing touching anymore, and he could feel her ache for him.

"By the way," he whispered quietly, just for her to hear, "ye know I love ye as well."

Then he turned back and hobbled to the door, thumping a wide-eye Murphy's shoulder before he exited the room in nothing but his underwear.