Chapter 56: And You Shall Take Me Strongly in Your Arms Again

(Van Morrison)

She crashed her lips on his to prevent all arguments and was pleased to feel that he reciprocated with the same passion. Connor was only protesting for the sake of it. He deepened the kiss while his hands roamed on her body, wanting to feel all of her at once. Three months was way too fucking long to be apart.

Still, in an afterthought, he kicked the door shut with his heel.

Murphy's soft lips were already nipping urgently at her collarbone, his hands tugging on her button-down shirt. Though they remained above the fabric to trail down her arm, to reach her hand, kiss her palm and fingers. She turned to him; he felt too far away. His small knowing smile was full of promises, backed up by the fire in his eyes. She clasped his t-shirt to pull it over his head.

Her hand massaged his bare torso, her knuckles brushing light chest hair, her nails scraping his muscles. While Connor nipped and sucked on the line of her jaw, Murphy promptly took the gun that was tucked in the back of his pants, then removed his rosary, to leave both on the dresser, before he forcefully grabbed her hips to flush her back against himself. His mouth immediately assailing her ear and neck while his hands trailed up to cup her breasts.

She found herself facing Connor again, and he grabbed both sides of her face to plunge his tongue in her mouth. It felt like a battle; the three of them were too lustful to care that they looked desperate. She swiftly got rid of his gun, before she tugged on his shirt to pull it over his head in turn. His rosary fell off with it and he didn't even spare a look for it.

She immediately noticed the triskele newly inked above his heart and choked up. Her hand flew to graze it with the tip of her fingers. He smiled and Murphy kissed her cheek softly.

"The three of us against the world, right?" his whispery voice breathed in her ear.

"We're linked, love," Connor added. "No one will ever keep us apart again, I swear it to ye."

Her left arm wrapped around his neck to bring him closer while her right hand flew to Murphy's hair behind her and pulled him to her as well. She hugged them both fiercely. And they pressed themselves firmly against her, crushing her between them until she couldn't tell where she ended or where either of them began.

Connor's hands brushed up to hold her chin, capturing her lips again to seal his promise, while Murphy's kneaded her sides, up her breasts, frustrated by her still-on clothes.

He almost tore the buttons off her top before throwing an impatient look toward his brother who got his cue. Connor began untying the buttons one by one, his mouth attacking the skin they uncovered without waiting. Murphy took advantage of it to sneak a hand to her throat and turn her head to claim her lips in turn.

The sensations were making her world spin.

Soon, Connor was kneeling in front of her while Murphy was pulling her shirt down her arms, kissing her shoulder. He unhooked her bra, still nipping at the crook of her neck, then flushed her bare back against his bare chest. His arms were snaking around her stomach, his fingers searching the underside of her breasts while Connor started on her pants, his lips descending on her with a purpose.

She didn't think her feet were still on this planet anymore.

Her hands were clutching their hair, scraping their scalps, all her muscles reflexively twitching with desire. She felt on fire. She glanced at her bed behind them, hoping they'd move on to there before her legs completely gave up on her. Though she was stuck between the brothers, locked in their embrace.

Murphy held her while Connor pulled her pants off her legs. He nuzzled her crotch and played with her panties just long enough for her to moan: "Don't make me fucking beg Connor…"

She felt them both chuckle against her before he rid her of that last bit of fabric. There, she caught a knowing look between the twins; Murphy's eyes seemed to say, 'Go ahead, ye'll see'. So she realised Connor had never gone down on her before. Murphy had. She shuddered. And Murphy grabbed her right leg, under the knee, to lift it up and open her for his brother. Now Connor took a long and hard lap on the whole length of her slit.

"Oh thank God!" she cried.

"Ye're welcome love." Connor chuckled, blowing cold air on her wetness.

She laughed and moaned at the same time, and Murphy reached around to slap his brother behind the head. "Focus ye eejit."

"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" Connor gruffed back.

"Seems like I fucking should…" Murphy quipped and she whinged:

"Are ye two fucking kidding me?"

"I'll show ye how it's done." Connor still grumbled, and Murphy opened his mouth to reply so she lost it:

"Will ye both shut up and fuck me now!"

That made them both laugh instead. But then, they shared a conniving look. Now Murphy's fingers slipped between her folds to open her further even, and Connor's tongue lashed out on her.

Her body jerked on its own accord. She arched and cried, but Murphy held her in place. And Connor was relentless. He flung her other leg on his shoulder, so now, she was relying entirely on Murphy to keep her up. And it felt amazing. To abandon herself completely, to be truly able to count on someone other than herself for once in her life. They were taking care of her. They would never let her down.

Soon, she wouldn't have been able to tell where nor who she was. Lost in the sensations, she only opened her eyes again when Murphy pinched her nipple. "Stay here with us, hun." He then soothed it with a light rub of his thumb while sucking on her earlobe, and she writhed against him, realising just now how hard he was.

However, in that second of distraction, Connor slipped two fingers inside her, hooking them into her sensitive spot, without stopping the quick flipping of his tongue that was sending fireworks up in her belly. She cried out. Her head fell on Murphy's shoulder and he bit her cheek while kneading her tit. She was immediately sent over the edge.

And though she screamed and squirmed, neither of them let go.

Connor stood before her, letting her leg fall from his shoulder but holding it against his waist. And his whole body came crashing against hers. He pressed his bare chest into hers, and his tongue slid in between her parted lips. The taste of herself on him was intoxicating. The feeling of her body enclosed between the twins was still exhilarating.

Murphy, that was now holding both of their weights, backed up against the bed. When he sat, he kept her on his laps with both hands firmly on her hips. With both her ass on Murphy's groin and her hand slithering to Connor's zipper, she realised they were still wearing their jeans.

That was something she had to remedy. While grinding against a grunting Murphy, she went to work on Connor's belt, now that she was sitting and he was standing in front of her. She kissed and nipped at that happy trail down to take him whole in her mouth. She was being hastier than she'd been before, but she was rewarded: "For fucking Christ's sake!"

She laughed, making them both groan as they felt the vibration of it on both their crotches.

"Lord's name, Conn'." Murphy's panting voice came from behind her, while his fingers were slithering there way around her low stomach and down. She jolted and sucked harder when they found her wet folds.

"Holy Mary, mother of G- fucking God." Connor tried to cross himself, but his hand had to go and grab a fistful of her hair.

She took pity on him and slowed down, though Murphy, after dampening his fingers with her own juices, moved his hand to reach her other entrance, further back. His knees, under her own, opened up her legs further. His arm reaching around and maintaining her flushed against himself, his thumb rubbing circles on her clit, he slowly entered her.

Her lips tightened around Connor—it was all she could do to keep from biting; he and she whimpered at the same time. Then, Murphy took his time to stretch her a bit; the man had a plan. When he felt her relax around one, then two, then three fingers, he hooked them forward. His thumb came playing in her front entrance, not able to go far, but enough to press on the other side of the skin separating her two holes.

Her eyes widened at the sensation, and she suddenly deep-throated Connor in a jerking movement. "Fuck!" he blurted out. "…Whatever ye're doing Murph, fucking do it again…" Connor had definitely lost all qualms he might have had before about sharing.

The devilish darker twin grinned and nodded at his brother, giving her a second to find her breath back, before he started scissoring his fingers inside her. She gasped, and Connor's knees flinched.