Hi dear anonymous reviewer! Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it and I've decided have more to tell... ;)

This story was supposed to be a short four-chapter smut story, that I should have written in two days, but then it kept stretching... The idea is still the same and still pretty PWP, but I think we're leaning toward maybe twelve chapter... So yeah, now I'm stuck writing two stories that I don't want to pause!

Thankfully, the setting, plot and OCs are really different! And this one is a nice distraction from the grim events of the other...
I hope you'll stick with me to the end and keep telling me what you like and/or don't like!

Now, on with the really NSFW stuffs...

CHAPTER SEVEN

When I open my eyes, Murphy is stirring beside me. Tucked under the cover with me, he stretches out his arms and yawns like a contented cat. When did he get there? But I'm far from complaining since he's a heavenly sight to wake up to. Hot and cute at the same time. Even with – or all the more with – his little black eye that gives an edgy feel to his boyish charm.

Sujin is lazily straightening up also. I guess Connor is the one that woke us up. He's finishing his shower in the early lights.

The sun is up, but barely. I'm prepared to roll back into the sheets and go right back to sleep, men or no men in my bed. But Murphy leans in to lay a kiss on my cheekbone.

"Morning beautiful."

"Mmm…"

Soon, he jumps on his feet. He's thankfully kept his underwear on when he came and lay here during the night. Sujin fell back on her mattress, hiding her face under the pillow. From there comes her angry muffled voice:

"Why the fuck would you get up so early?!"

Either their coarse language rubbed off on her, or she's truly pissed.

"Church, lass, it's Sunday!"

"You're kidding me," says her rumbling voice against the fabric.

The room is spinning but I'm wide awake. Probably not because Connor is now drying himself, unapologetically naked before me. I rub my eyes marveling at the fact that it wasn't all a dream. And that he's even more impressively sexy in the daylight. Those angelic features on that matchless body are a dangerous combination.

"The coffee machine is fucking broken again, Murph," he tells his brother, and this one immediately strides there to fumble with it while mumbling:

"Have ye tried-"

"Aye."

"And did it-"

"No."

"Fuck."

"I'll go out to the diner and bring some back." Connor finally announces, putting his jeans on commando.

"Damn, what did ye gals do to finally turn this wanker into a gentleman?" Murphy laughs meanly at him.

Connor flips him off before going for the door.

"Wait Connor, that's nice but you don't have to," I'd rather say.

"After what ye gals did do to me last night, I feel like I should." He winks at me and I flush pink all over.

Then, he's out, and Murphy's getting out of his underwear to hop in the shower in turn.

I should point out that there is a shower curtain there; they just don't bother pulling it.

"So, what did ye do to him?" he asks with fake indifference while facing the wall and working his soap into a lather.

I may be staring and biting my lip at the sight. Though there's no way I'll answer that question. I can always count on Sujin, however, to find an even more mortifying answer than I'd have thought:

"Nothing that we wouldn't have done to you, darling."

I think I heard him grunt in response; but he doesn't reply nor turn around to let us know what he's thinking.

I want to glare at Sujin to make her shut up, but she's already hiding back behind the pillow. Probably all proud of herself.

Now, I might as well get up. I can surmise I must not have slept more than three or four hours; however, if my mind's still foggy, my body is already restless. Nothing to do with the stud in the shower, showing off his backside. God, I'm already craving to sink my teeth in that baby skin. There are two demons inked on his shoulder blade; how fitting, because I must surely be possessed to be so horny right now.

I get up and go to the sink to splash some water on my face and rinse my dry mouth.

"Oy! Ye can't do that!" Murphy exclaims from the shower.

"Damn, sorry…" I should have known this was not the kind of apartment where plumbing is reliable.

But Sujin's voice rises from her bed: "Was it hot or cold?"

He throws her a questioning look, and I wonder if she didn't just ask that to make him turn his naked body toward her. Minx.

"Just wondering if anything shrunk…" She can't help laughing at her own joke. Can't she give him a break!

"Don't worry, hun, everything's fit as a fiddle."

I can only shake my head in desperation in front of the mirror. That's when I notice the crimson mark that his lips have left in the crook of my neck. I touch it gingerly, blushing a little as I feel my stomach tingle with the memory.

Sujin suddenly appears behind me, wrapped in a sheet.

"C'est pas un suçon, ça ? (Isn't that a hickey?)"

"Non." I try to appear as innocent as possible, knowing the sham won't last more than a second.

"Je sais que ce n'est pas Connor qui te l'a fait hier soir. (I know for a fact that Connor didn't give that to you last night.)"

She fakes a gasp and dramatically points at Murphy's back before she asks the question with only her wide excited eyes. I can only wince and shamefully nod. And her beam grows wider than I thought possible.

"Ca te dirais si… (Would you like to…)"

Here comes another of her great ideas.

"Si on le rejoignait sous la douche ? (If we joined him in the shower?)"

I turn briskly to watch the soap wash down his butt. God yes. No time to be coy; who would I be kidding now, anyway? I quickly nod, and she doesn't need more. The sheet falls off.

He clears his throat painfully, and I realize he's already watching us. Sujin walks voluptuously toward him and gets in under the water without pause. To his absolute credit, he shoots his perfect blue eyes at me with a concerned look. I answer by pulling his shirt over my head.

"Is that okay if we join you?" Sujin asks in her most innocent voice.

He swallows hard without blinking anymore. "I guess there's room for three…"

"We might need help washing…"

"Now, I'm not one to refuse a woman in need." His voice is so husky, it's barely above a whisper.

I get in on the other side of him. Sujin's hand is trailing on his chest – where I embarrassingly can see the light scars that my nails left last night –, playing with the light hair he has there, her knuckle brushing his tightened nipples. My fingers graze along his spine, from his nape down. He's getting harder by the second.

"Est-ce qu'il embrasse aussi bien que son frère ? (Is he as good a kisser as his brother?)" she asks me.

And I can see his lips seal while he breathes through his nose, trying to keep his cool, as he watches me answer. The memory of his tongue swirling in my mouth is enough to make my lower stomach churn. I can't help grinning like an idiot.

"Jamais eu mieux… Tu verras. (Best I ever had… See for yourself.)"

He smiles at me as if he could understand, which I'm thankful he can't. And she props herself on her toes so her lips can start on his shoulder, nip their way to his neck, and he pulls back her hair to crush her mouth with his.

Even just watching him kiss is exquisite. And my own lips start trailing on his shoulder, soothing the bite mark I left there, then finding the pulse point on his neck, right below his virgin Marie tattoo, while his head is turned toward my sister. When I lick and start nibbling there, he whimpers lightly and tightens the grip he's gotten around both our backs, so I think I might be on to something. I start sucking hard, returning in kind the mark he's made on me.

His fingers are gripping my hair and scraping my scalp while Sujin don't even let him come out for air, crushing her tits on his ribs and writhing against his thigh. My hand starts blindly trailing down his abs, finding the perfect V-shaped muscle that guides me right down his groin. He's so ready, and I barely need to graze his length to make him shudder. Now, when I'm satisfied with the bruise I've left on his neck, I let my teeth trail toward his chest, following the streams of water flowing down. And flick my tongue on his tiny hardened nipple. Then gradually get down on my knees to lick that flawless stomach down a thin happy trail that shows me exactly where I want to go.

I begin light and slow. Letting my tongue play swiftly around it, barely brushing him with my cheek and lips first. His hand slams flat on the tiles to help steady him. He watches me now, while Sujin is nuzzling the crook of his neck in turn. He's holding onto her, nails frenetically digging in her butt.

Now I don't take him in my mouth yet, but I focus on licking him thoroughly, relishing on the small moans I manage to elicit. His dick is seemingly pulsating with want.

Suddenly, Sujin has joined me down on her knees as well. She has a wicked smile when her tongue darts out also. He inhales sharply, barely able to remain standing.

So, we start working him both. Our two tongues sharing his testicles, swirling around his shaft, pressing on its head, joining at the same spot for a second before scattering along its length, making his knees tremble and his chest heave. We're giggling stupidly, endlessly teasing, while he growls and stammers in a language we can't understand.

His hands are now strained fists on the wall, his eyes tightly shut. "Fuck- Please…"

I grant his desperate plea by finally sealing my lips around his tip, and slowly descend on him. I'm rewarded by a cry and withdraw to let Sujin take over. I want to watch his ecstatic face as she builds an up-and-down pace around him with her hand pumping at his base. And we switch places every time he let's out a sound. Gradually getting faster, the one not sucking is tingling his groin with her lips while fondling his balls or scratching his ass.

His whole body is so taut, you can see his veins pop up around his muscles.

"God! I can't- I'm going to- Fuck!"

I withdraw my lips but still press my tongue on his shaft while stroking him fast, bringing him to his long-awaited release. That Sujin welcomes on her tits with glee.

"Lord Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Lord's name now, brother!"

We all turn briskly to the door. Connor is there with four coffees to go, a huge stupid smirk, and a growing bulge in his pants. I have no idea how long he's been standing there.