EPISODE 102 – Still Gotta Mean Something – Part II
My loves soft skilled hands are all over me before I can ever register what's happening. Connor goes from dutifully kneading the sole of my foot, making my eyes roll back into my skull with relief, to making his way sneakily up my calves, edging gradually toward my thighs. All the while Murphy is now shamelessly playing with my nipples, his lips tracing arousing lines on the side of my neck.
Needless to say, I'm a whimpering, thirsting mess in seconds. My pleasure is pooling inside my throbbing core, and I'm begging them for mercy in incoherent moans.
I can feel Connor's impatient kisses raining on my thighs now, and Murphy is leaning above me to find my lips upside down. Although this is far from an ideal position. I'm tempted to protest, when the sponges slide between my legs, forcing me to shut the hell up. Connor in the front, Murphy in the back, they rub the whole length of my slit while I buck up wildly.
"Easy, hun, don't hurt yerself there..." Murph's voice is lower than ever.
"Right. I think I'm clean enough now, though."
Murphy might want to keep me seated in the tub, but Connor agrees with me. He pulls me by the hand so I can straighten up and I take the opportunity to grab the back of his head and crash my lips on his.
Oh the sweet taste of him. The holy electric shock that runs through my body from that sole contact. His arms encircle me and lift me out of there without ever breaking contact. My tongue seeks his as soon as my feet are on the ground, while I can feel them wrapping me with towels.
I squeal and laugh as I feel Murphy tearing me away from his brother, just so that he can princess-carry me to our bed. From the corner of my eyes, I spy Connor hanging a sheet on a makeshift screen around the crib to hide us from a sleeping Arley in the corner. And when Murphy deposits me on the covers, his body coming over mine, I need his mouth on mine in order not to moan too loud and wake the baby.
We only break apart so I can pull his tee-shirt over his head. I need the sweet feeling of his skin against mine, and his hands roam all over my naked form. The sound of the door being locked over there is thrilling. Because it promises wonders. And when Murphy's mouth finally leaves mine to trace a wet path down my throat and collarbone, zeroing on my nipples, Connor comes to lay beside us, with his hand firm on my jaw to pull me into another lips searing kiss.
One of my hands is clamping on Murphy's shoulder, my nails involuntarily scratching his skin as his tongue descends on my stomach, while my other hand wanders down to feel the bulge on Connor's pants. To think that I had worried they would be disgusted by me. Now I can feel their hunger with every single move they both make. And it brings tears to my eyes.
"Are ye okay, love? Ye tell us if we hurt ye, right?" Connor gently asks while Murphy's lips trace careful circles around my many scars.
"Aye, I just- I was afraid-… I kept having these nightmares that ye wouldn't want me any more. I started to think they were true…" I feel like an idiot now saying this. But they don't mock me.
Both their heads have risen to watch me with a serious frown.
"Honey, if I don't want ye, that means I'm dead." Murphy deadpans, trying to spin this into a joke but doesn't quite manage.
Connor grabs my hand and presses it harder on his own taut erection before whispering in my ear: "Ye feel that, love? That's only for ye. And trust me, I've been wanting ye so bad it almost drove me mad."
Murphy punctuates that statement with a heavy stroke of his tongue, right there between my legs, that makes me arch up and cry so suddenly, that his brother needs to quickly shush me. Then, that dark-haired eejit raises his face again with a pleased smirk to add:
"Haven't I told ye? I'm planning on making ye come until we're ninety, at least."
I open my mouth to retort something, although he's already dived back in there, and my lips remain parted for a silent cry, which Connor takes advantage of and licks my own tongue mercilessly.
I'm truly right back where I belong.
With Murphy lapping me up with a purpose, there is nothing I can do but clutch his hair and try not to buck up like a wild mare. I need an anchor. So, I plunge my free hand into Connor's pants to find his stiff hard-on ready. I need to pump him in step with the waves and waves of pleasure that violently run through my whole being.
I'm lost and crying desperately in his mouth in seconds. I had almost forgotten one could feel this level of ecstasy and not die from it. It's simply unbelievable.
"Jesus love..." is Connor's husky groan in my ear. It reminds me that my hand is still stroking him unconsciously, and also that there is an even better feeling in this world than receiving their expert ministrations: it is to give back just as much and to make them lose their mind in turn.
Murphy is straightening up down between my legs, satisfied with his work, so I catch him, locking my ankles in the small of his back and press his groin against mine to signify were not done. We exchange a knowing smile that makes his eyes twinkle with excitement. His own pants are open, and his hand inside to prepare himself with a ravenous expression making me shiver, before I can even turn to Connor.
"C'mere," I order this one.
I'm still lying on my back because there's not much more I can do without ripping my wound open, but that doesn't mean I have to sit idly while they do all the work. I tug Connor up and toward me, gesturing so that I can reach and lick down from his bellybutton. He gets the gist of it pretty quickly and grabs the headboard to pull himself up. When my mouth finally circles the head of his penis, he's the one that needs to try all his might not to cry out.
It's been so fucking long since the last time. But every sensation erases all the dark thoughts that had invaded my mind for all these months and prevented me from getting close to my loves until now. I can't even remember why I was worried at all.
My legs are open for Murphy to bury himself into me. I'm more than ready. And my mouth open to swallow Connor whole. I feel them both tense and whimper. Barely holding on. My heels dig into Murphy's ass to make sure he enters me as deep as possible and we begin with a slow and unrelenting pace. I match it with my head, clawing Connor's buttcheek to keep him close. He can't help swaying his hips in rhythm, enthralled, like hypnotised.
And I'm in a trance. Each motion of our three bodies is altogether cleansing me, electrifying me and sending me into worlds uncharted.
I can't see him, but it's even more arousing to only feel Murphy gradually accelerating, chasing a peak that is right in sight, holding onto my thighs and pounding against my sweet spot without even trying. His own building high is hiking mine up, like he's pushing me over the edge before him.
And Connor's sweet torture is just a sight to behold. His lean and tight body is so tense above me he's vibrating. The sweat making his golden skin glisten. The tremor of his abs show me how much restraint he needs to exert over his muscles not to inadvertently ram his whole length into my throat.
I know I'm going to lose control very soon, I can't hold much longer with these two breaking every barrier I might have raised. So, I pull away almost to the tip, swirl my tongue in the way I know renders him crazy, then I relax my jaw and simply burrow his member all the way to the hilt, sucking so hard I swallow the head over and over again.
"Christ!" He discharges without any chance of keeping neither his control nor his sanity.
The warm substance in my mouth, the knowledge that he found such a long-awaited relief, my gratitude is the trigger I needed to push me over. I clamp my lips over his still hard member to stop myself from outright screaming. Murphy has reached a rapid pace, hard, long, and unforgiving. It makes my head dizzy. My mind completely blank.
I only confusedly feel him following me there, his rhythm becoming frantic as he loses his grip, with a relieved howl, as if he's given absolutely everything he had not to come before me. Connor falls on my side and I extend my hand so that Murphy pulls himself in and sinks into the mattress on my other side. With my arms tight around both, I can blissfully laugh, blinded by my afterglow. Damn this is good...
That's when Arley decides it's a good moment to start bawling. Well, 'decides', I imagine we're a little at fault for this. Bless him for not waking up sooner!
Both the twins mumble something unintelligible against the sheets, so I guess I'm on my own this time.
"Good timing lad..." I hear behind me and slap Murphy's ass as I stand.
My body is pleasantly sore now, but also completely relaxed. It's a nice change. I quickly wash up before I can take my son into my arms and soothe him, apologising softly for our lack of discretion.
"He'll get use to it, " Connor utters with a smirk.
"Em, I'd rather not." The thought is too disturbing to me.
"Don't worry, lass. If we've managed to salvage Sive's innocence until now, it'll be no different for the little shrimp here." Murphy's voice sounds so mellowed out it makes me chuckle. And I can sense his affection for Arley in his tone, making me melt.
Connor's protectiveness also shows when I take just a little too long to warm up the bottle and he springs on his feet to hover behind my shoulder, ready to take over.
I'm grinning uncontrollably, because that's what I've missed during our daughters' infancy.
"Where is our daughter, by the way?" I inquire since I haven't seen her in a while.
"She's helping to prepare Glenn and Maggie's trip back to the Hilltop. They're leaving today."
"Right!" Connor's brain seems to suddenly turn back on. "I was coming here for a reason before ye two filthy perverts debauched me." He turns to address his brother: "They've asked if we could come with them. Ye know they had to imprison Gregory there, after he attempted to have Maggie murdered. Well, she's received word he's still trying to corrupt people from inside his jail. The guy is incurable. So, she wants to have him executed for treason, but Glenn disagrees. He thinks that's too extreme. Now, they figured we could act as judges. And, ye know, if it comes to it, I think it'd be better for the people of the Hilltop if we were the ones to execute him."
"It'd make sense..." I muse. "Not only would ye'd appear as impartial, but yer reputation is enough to command respect. No one is going to dispute yer decision."
"Aye, but ye're in no condition to travel," Murphy counters, turning to me. "And we're not leaving ye any more."
"What, forever?" I ask. Because, as much as it would distress me to see them leave. We need to admit remaining joined at the hip might not be a viable way of life.
Murphy frowns: "Aye, forever! What d'ye think?"
"I just think... I know that, after everything, we'd be tempted to be paranoid. But, let's be honest, the threat is gone. Alexandria is as safe as it'll ever be right now. I'm just- I'm tired of being afraid..."
Connor is embracing me before I can finish my sentence. I think, deep down, he understands what I'm saying, even though he's wary of admitting it just yet.
Murphy snorts dismissively, as if I was talking nonsense.
"Right." I add with a scowl. "Ye'd be happy babysitting me for the rest of her life."
"If that's what it takes!"
"Exactly, I'm saying that it doesn't have to be this way!"
"We'll wait until Daryl comes back," Connor tempers now.
"If he ever does!" Murphy sneers, and this time, I'm getting aggravated:
"He'll be back soon." And my tone is almost menacing.
"It's settled then. As long as ye're not fully healed, we'll wait to know that Daryl can be there for ye and Arley. Then, when ye're at full capacity, we'll talk about it some more."
Murphy and I still eye each other angrily. But we shut our mouths like the bratty kids we sometimes are, scolded by Connor's patient tone.
We only have to wait until the next day before I hear my daughter's gleeful exclamation:
"Ma! Guess who's back!" Thus, she runs to take Arley from my arms and bring him to meet his father at the gates.