Connor loved to tease. Where Murphy liked it rough and fast, pounding away like a jackhammer. Connor liked the slow burn, tortuously slow.
They'd spent so much time making out, dry humping and finally going down on each other that she was soaked, ready, and begging. Hovering above his aching cock. Connor looked up at her, that wicked glint coming into his eye once again. She knew what it meant, he wasn't done yet.
"Connor please! I can't take any more!" she practically whined. He had her strung out, she was getting pissed. Foreplay was always appreciated but hours of it was just ridiculous. Connor lowered her slowly, only letting the tip slip inside her entrance before pulling her back up, over and over again.
"Fucking stop it Connor!" she growled, unconcerned that she'd probably just woken his twin sleeping not five feet away.
"An what ye gonna do if I don'?" he asked playfully while grinding the head against her engorged clit.
A strangled moan left her before she grabbed a fist full of his dirty blond hair, forcing him to sit up under her. "I'll make you watch while I finish myself off and leave you to sleep off your self-induced blue balls, that's what."
He only gave a low chuckle and repeated his teasing action. His taunting pushed her past her limit. "Fine! Fuck it!"
Murphy had been awake the whole time. Only pretending to sleep with his back turned to give them some alone time. Sure they were a triad of sorts but each of the brothers wanted their own time with their woman occasionally. Tonight was one of those nights for Connor so Murphy pretended.
But damn was it maddening listening to them fuck around for what felt like forever. He was hard as a rock. He wished they'd just get on with it already and fall asleep so he could get himself off. He gave in and started touching himself around the time she started begging for Connor to just give it to her already. He knew his brother was sick like that, liked to watch a girl suffer from sexual frustration.
She was getting pissed off and it made him strangle a moan. If Connor knew he was getting off on listening to them he'd never hear the end of it. When he heard her say fuck it he knew his brother had gone too far this time. As he heard her angry footsteps make their way towards his mattress he made his entire body limp with mock sleep, save for one part.
She threw Connor's head away from her grasp and yanked her hips from his hands. She was livid now. He didn't think she was serious. Instead of pleasuring herself like she'd said, she got up and stomped her way over to his brothers bed.
She threw back his sheet and rolled Murphy onto his back forcefully before yanking his boxers down past his thighs. He let out a yelp and dropped all pretense of sleep as his cock got yanked with his clothing.
"Fuck lass, don be takin' it out on me 'cuas he's a right bastard." Murphy muttered, clutching his now painfully throbbing member.
"Oh, shut it." she grumbled irritably as she pried his fingers away from his junk and straddled him.
She turned her head to smirk at Connor in victory as she slammed herself down on Murphy's length until he bottomed out. Murphy's head landed back against his pillow open mouthed with his eyes clenched shut and his back arched. Never had he gone so quickly from pain to pleasure. As he felt her dig her nails deep into his chest and rise up until only his tip was left inside he knew he was in for a lot more of both.