Chapter 61: I Just Want to Make Love to You

(Willie Dixon)

At first, she knew Connor was behind and Murphy in front of her. So, she could guess which twin unhooked her bra, and which pushed it up her arms to tie it around the branch too.

But suddenly, no one was touching her anymore. She heard the ruffle of grass around her… Then the back of a hand trailed around her hips. Her breath hitched as she realised she didn't know whose it was. Now fingers grazed the underside of her breast and she let out a small whimper. But rapidly, a palm traced the curve of her ass, while another hand moved slowly up her throat. She felt herself shiver and get damp, having to close her legs tightly to appease the throbbing between them.

One of the boys caught that, because she heard a light chuckle and fingers scraped up her thigh. That one got impatient; she then felt his lips nip at her collarbone. Though she instantly recognised those. They were thin, soft and the way they felt were unmistakeable. She turned her blindfolded eyes towards him.

"Murphy…" she moaned. And just like that, he was gone.

Then a tongue flicked on her nipple and she just cried. Not knowing whose it was drove her insane. Fingers burrowed their way between her thighs, and she thought she recognised Connors slightly thinner, longer ones, but she couldn't be sure. Anyway, they just teased her before disappearing in turn. When a thumb brushed one tit while lips sucked suddenly on the other one, she yelped, and her body arched on its own.

There, she felt a hand run through her curls and grab a fistful of hair to, then, gently pull her head even further back. Connor's full lips trailed up her neck, behind her ear to come suck on her earlobe. She might have felt his hand reach around her waist to open the button of her pants, though what she could only surmise were Murphy's hand took care of pulling them down her legs. Lips and tongue trailed back up her thighs making her shiver.

Then suddenly, no one was touching her again. Thankfully, she was clutching onto the branch above their heads, otherwise her knees would have buckled under her.

"Breathe, love, we've only just begun…"

Connor had been standing at her side when he'd whispered in her ear, but then she heard another shuffle and she lost him. A light breeze made her naked, exposed body shiver, forcing her to remember they were actually outside in the open.

"Please…" she begged, but she didn't know to whom, nor even for what. "This is torture…" she moaned just a second before tongues and fingers came back to assault her skin and she gasped.

Then two hands grabbed her hips to pull her back; her ass connected with a bare groin. He was already hard as he pressed against her. She probably could have recognised him in her hand; maybe she would even have recognised him just like this if her brain had been functioning properly. But at this stage, she only opened her mouth wide in a silent cry. And lips came sucking on her tongue.

Fingers then slid through her folds to find her wet, swollen and burning with want. They still took their time to wander up and down her slit, spreading her dampness, leaving no part of her untouched. She almost wept, as she now cursed them in their mother language.

So, whichever twin was torturing her now took pity on her poor soul and slipped two digits inside. While the other massaged her tits and someone's lips were sucking on her pulse point. She was lost in their touch. And the sensations, deprived of sight, seemed otherworldly. When the fingers started thrusting faster inside her, her brain became completely blank. It wasn't long before she lost complete control and her body jerked between them.

Thankfully, she was held by a bare body against her back that wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek soothingly back to earth.

"Connor?" She should have been sure, but she couldn't think straight anymore.

"Shh…" one started, though her body against his was suddenly shaken with an aftershock and whoever it was groaned. She felt him almost vibrating as he bit on her shoulder.

Another naked body pressed itself against her, crushing her breasts on his torso and his stiff length against her stomach. She was pushed harder against the one behind and her body writhed on its own accord. Both boys grunted in response. Though her flustered sensations wouldn't tell her which was Connor's slightly tighter body and which was Murphy's slightly broader one.

Their four hands were roaming on her, their lips and teeth leaving marks on her pale skin. Her ass was pushing against the one behind. Her leg went up to rub itself against the one that was grinding on her front, and he swiftly reached for it, while he licked and nibbled on her nipple.

She recognised Murphy's voice in her ear but still couldn't tell where he was.

"Anything ye want, now, hun?"

"One of ye need to get inside me now!" she ordered, making them laugh, yet also stiffen a bit.

They were both as hard as could be, she could feel them against her skin. And she could only imagine how they glanced at each other from either side of her, as they came to a silent agreement.

Suddenly, the one before her fell on his knees and settled her leg up on his shoulder. He kissed around her bandages; she could feel his light stubble tickling her flesh, knowing it should tell her who it belonged to, but her mind was too fuzzy to finish a single thought. Then he kneaded and nipped the inside of her thigh, up until he could nuzzle in her most sensitive parts. His tongue found what it was looking for instantly, but still dwelled on the sides of it, just to hear her cry out:

"For God's sake, please!"

He flicked his tongue only once on her clit, and she loudly moaned before she stopped feeling him.

That's when the one behind her, grabbed her waist with one hand, forcing her pelvis back, then swiftly found her opening. Despite feeling her head spinning, she arched far to help him get there faster, pushing back against him; yet he still found a way to be slow. Painfully slow.

"Christ, I need ye to-"

She was cut off by the other one's tongue returning on her clit. Fucking Christ! She just jolted violently. Though four hands were keeping her grounded. Damn, one was licking her, barely an inch above where the other was penetrating her. She let out a long plaintive moan and heard a groan in her hair. She was shaking violently despite their four hands holding on to her.

And so the blindfold became loose enough for her to discover Murphy's face burying itself back between her legs. His tongue playing just above Connor's leisurely thrusting length. And her whole body jerked with this exquisite shock.

"Hey there, lovely to see ye now." Connor panted hotly, licking her ear, still slowly sliding in and out of her. She turned her head to him, and he kissed the tears that were falling from her eyes. "Easy, love, breathe. Ye were saying?"

But she couldn't talk anymore.

"I think she wants ye to go slower even, brother." Murphy's whispery voice blew cold air on her wetness and she shivered violently.

"I can't… Please!"

"If ye want us to stop, Tin', just s-"

"No! Please, faster!"

She sounded so desperate, this time, Connor had to comply.

"Anything for ye, love."

He gradually increased the pace, pulling her ass further back so he could reach deeper in. She was bent above Murphy who held her up, keeping her weight off her arms, with his tongue still pressing on her clit, lapping at her with an unquenchable thirst. It wasn't long before she started screaming:

"Oh God, Connor! Murphy! God!"

Connor felt her walls clench around him and he growled loudly too. Murphy be damned, he had to pound inside her now. She was completely coming apart anyway. Pulling her harder to him, thrusting madly, he trusted his brother to make sure she wasn't hurt until he found his own release.

He came harder than he thought possible. So focused on her he hadn't realised the effect of this slow pace on himself. It had built up so strongly inside him he felt like he exploded. And he finally let go of her when his knees buckled and his legs gave up under him.

Murphy was there to catch her. He hugged her close as she came down from it. Then, he untied her wrists from the branch, yet not completely. He made sure they were still attached to each other before he flung her arms around his own neck.

She chuckled dizzily when his nose brushed with hers.

"Ye okay, hun?"

She went to whisper in his ear: "Almost."

Her breath made him shiver as he lowered them both on the ground before Connor. But he kept her on his lap. He wanted her badly; hearing and watching her and his brother climax had him right on the edge. He was so hard it was painful. Yet, he still asked:

"Not too sore?"

Instead of an answer, she kissed him deeply, stroking his tongue with hers and skimming the taste of herself off him. Then, she squirmed a bit above him, and before he knew it, she had positioned herself against his tip. His body thrust in before he could even think. He buried his face against her throat, swallowing a moan as she moved above him.

She was so warm and wet and beautiful, with her flowing hair dancing with the sun rays, her eyelids half closed above darkened pupils, her swollen lips parted in ecstasy, sheathing him whole, wrapped around him, shuddering yet intently moving above him; he wished this moment would never end.

But, as he looked down, despite the lovely view he got from there, he figured she would be soon stretching on her sutures if she kept this on. As sweet as this felt, he had to take the lead.

Softly, he laid her back, and she found Connor's arms ready to welcome her. Murphy peppered light kisses on her face as he lay above her, thrusting now in a circling, rhythmical manner that had him reach even further inside, while keeping her still.

It was so sensual, she couldn't believe she was already feeling herself falling off the edge again. Maybe she hadn't stopped falling since the first orgasm she'd had. And this time, it didn't burst, it just kept her twitching and trembling as if there would be no end to it.

And as Murphy steadily quickened his motions, he pushed her further into Connor. This one's hands held her sides, descending on her butt cheeks and thighs, accompanying their movements, while his lips nipped at her ear, and he whispered sweet words to her in their mother tongue. Already, she could feel him getting hard again against her back with the friction Murphy imposed. And she confusedly thought that, if those two continued with their torturously slow paces, they could keep going in a never-ending loop of sex… She certainly wouldn't be the one to stop it.

Her still tied up arms reached above her head to go wrap around Connor's behind her. Her nails scraped his scalp as she arched back, offering her breasts to Murphy's lips and tongue. When her body thrashed, as she relished once again in utter bliss, she found Murphy's blue eyes fixed on her. So, she forced herself to keep her own heavy lids open.

"I-" he started but was interrupted by his own pleasure blowing up in his belly. His jaw clenched; his eyes shut tight.

She reached back to him and clutched him tightly. Knowing that, the word he had never said, he constantly expressed with his eyes, his touches, and his every action. She followed him instantly to the peak of it, with the lasts of his jerking thrusts, and their cries of pleasure combined to rise loud above their hill.