"Connor," I called as I settled onto my knees again. He snuffed out his cigarette, put his gun where Murphy could reach it and sat down in front of me. "Pants off," I said, looking up at him. He gave me a grin, a shadow of his normal grin, but encouraging. "I've gotta see your leg."
"Aye," he said, standing and undoing his button and zipper, looking down at me, kneeling in front of him.
"Don't get any ideas," I said, smiling. "This is purely medical."
"Aye," Murphy echoed from the bed. His eyebrow raised.
"See?" I said as his jeans hit the floor. "Oh, bloody fuck, Connor," I breathed as I saw the soaked through bandages as he sat back down. I grabbed a pair of scissors and made short work of the wrappings. I disinfected all around the burn and the bullethole that had ripped open again but seemed to have stopped oozing. Leaning over his knees, I replaced the dressing, placing the last strip of tape, I backed off, brushing my elbow against his very obvious erection. I glanced up at him a sideways grin on my face.
"Can't help it, lass. Yer hands are soft, yer tits are on my knees and ye scrunch up yer face so when yer concentratin'."
"Later," I said, grinning. "I'm working," I finished, standing up before settling in to sit next to him. His arms were bruised, but not as bloody as Murphy's, and his muscles twitched under my hands as I worked, his body tensing, his breathing changing. I got two swipes at his face with the washcloth before he grabbed my hips and swung my leg over his, neatly planting me on his lap.
"Ye've got too many clothes on, lass," he said his hands creeping under my shirt and up my back. I shivered as my blood rushed south of my waist.
"Jesus, Connor," I breathed, leaning into him. "This isn't easy."
"No," he asked, pulling me down hard onto his lap, "hard, then, is it?" he whispered against my neck.
"Just let me finish this, Connor," I said as he ground me down onto him and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to be naked and squirming.
"Aye," he said, holding my hips and sliding me back and forth over his lap. Just enough friction that I was now soaked and my rational mind was starting to flounder. "Go ahead, finish," he said, his hands under my shirt again.
"Stop," I panted, a cotton ball soaked in alcohol in my hand, "moving."
"Alright," he agreed, and he did. His thumbs on the lower curves on my breasts, his fingers against my ribs and his cock pulsing maddeningly against my crotch.
A shiver ran through my body as I realized that I couldn't finish cleaning him up anymore than I could get up and walk out of the room. My hormones had beaten my reasoning back into submission again, as it often did where the twins were involved, and more to the point, I needed this. The realization that they were leaving was bad enough, but with Rocco…I needed confirmation that they were ok.
"Aw," I growled, "Fuck it, you're fine," as I pulled my shirt over my head in a whipping motion and Connor buried his face between my breasts, lapping, biting and sucking. I got my knees under his armpits and crossed my ankles behind him back and used my thigh muscles to rub back and forth as I tangled my fingers in his hair. He worked one of my bra cups down and found my nipple with his mouth. I hissed through my teeth as he bit down very close to painfully and his face stubble burned my sensitive skin.
I uncrossed my ankles and slid down his body until I was back on my knees. Placing insistent hands on the back of his knees, I managed to coax him to the edge of the bench and worked his shorts down to half-mast. His hands clenched and unclenched beside his legs as I breathed hot and wet across the tops of his thighs, inching closer to his cock, unable to resist a glance up his glorious body to see the anticipation written on his face. I smiled and winked as I relaxed my jaw and neck and deep throated him eliciting a half-snarl, half-growl. Slowly I drew my mouth back, circling my thumb and index finger around the base of his shaft, adding a finger to each inch that I backed my mouth off of. Once off completely, I lapped and tongued around the head of his cock before plunging my mouth back on removing one finger at a time as I moved forward.
I felt his thighs clench beneath me as I backed off again, keeping just the head of his cock between my lips, licking and suckling at it with my tongue as I slowly stroked my fist up and down his length.
He was trying very hard to resist thrusting into my mouth, but his head was almost on the bed he had arched his back so far. "Weeping Jesus on the Cross, lass," he breathed, burying his hands in my hair.
It was about then that I heard the bed squeak and glancing sideways into the mirror, I could see Murphy adjusting himself and leaning over to see what I was doing exactly.
That was what I had been waiting for. Some sign of life from Murph, and a weight lifted from my heart.
My tongue took one more turn around Connor's cock before I pulled back entirely and stood up. "Lass?" Connor said in one of the saddest voices I've ever heard from him, but I had locked eyes with Murphy and I could see that fire in them trying to ignite and fuck if I wasn't gonna do all I could to stoke that flame.
"Wait your turn," I said, my eyes never leaving Murphy's, as I crawled on all fours past Connor, onto the bed, closing on Murphy.
"Was my turn," Connor said under his breath.
"Was," Murphy said as I got closer, "past tense," he finished as he grabbed my face and pulled me to him, kissing me like he was planning to digest me. His tongue was tickling my molars and his hands tangled in my hair. He was fierce. He was Murphy, I thought. I would have sighed in relief but I couldn't catch my breath.
"Was, my ass," I could hear Connor exclaim behind me, as he shucked his shorts and started unlacing my boots.
Murphy finally pulled back, both of us breathing hard. "Whatever that was you were doing to Connor, I'm pretty sure you've never done that to me."
"How would you know?" I panted. "You couldn't see."
He smiled. A real Murph smile. "Show me?"
"Fuckin laces," Connor cursed from the area of my feet as Murphy stripped. I heard my boots hit the wall as Connor chunked them and then peeled off my socks.
I dropped to my elbows between Murphy's outstretched legs, as Connor fumbled with my jeans. Repeating my blow job technique on Murphy elicited essentially the same reaction only he yelled, "Sweet Mary, Mother of God."
It was really difficult to keep up a rhythm with Connor tugging on my jeans and panties, but, I don't think Murphy minded. In fact before too long his hands were insistent on the back of my head, speeding my mouth.
I had almost lost track of what Connor was doing until I felt his shoulders brush the inside of my calves as he slid beneath me. The thought, he can't possibly be about to, got about halfway through my mind before Connor grabbed my knees and slid them down his sides until my clit was lined up nicely with his mouth.
When his tongue made contact, I screamed around Murphy's cock and the vibration nearly sent him over the edge. I had to pull back for a second to catch my breath. Connor set up his own rhythm and it was fantastic and I felt my thighs tremble a little with the anticipation of release, but I wasn't there yet, so I refocused my attention on Murphy whose hands were still insistent against my skull.
I had just gotten back into my own technique and was enjoying the moans from Murphy when Connor slid a finger into my more than slick opening and my head rocked back, popping Murphy's cock out of my mouth again as I screamed. I felt more than heard Connor say, "Aye, lass," as I tried to return my mouth to Murphy. My lips had barely wrapped around his length when Connor introduced his teeth into the equation and I screamed again. My hands spasmed and I thought it safer to take them away from Murphy's member, but they only got to his thighs before Connor waggled his fingers inside of me and my nails sank in and I screamed again. If he didn't stop soon…
Then he nipped at my clit at the same time that he waggled his finger and it pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name, my feet drumming against the bed, as I spasmed around his finger and just as I was coming down, he moved again and I came again, screaming. My arms gave out as my fingers loosened in Murphy's flesh. Then he moved again and I came a third time, weeping, out of breath. "Connor, for fuck's sake," Murphy said, grumpily. I slumped forward onto his chest out of Connor's reach, trying to catch my breath.
"You gotta stop," I said, unable to stop smiling, "you're killing me." I was looking up at Murphy as I twitched against him. "Just," I sighed, "just give me a second." Connor slid out from under me and ran his hands over my legs, tracing the lines of my muscles with his fingertips. Slowly, I started to respond again, moving my body to meet his, Murphy tilted my face up to meet his mouth. His kiss was slow and sensual, his fingers light on my throat's pulse, and I could feel my body coming to for the second round…or the fourth round, depending on how you counted.