So my last chapter was kinda eh... I blame the number four. Superstitious nonsense maybe, but still. Hopefully this is better. I will say that I enjoyed it. Picturing it that is. Listening to the devil's carnival soundtrack and to Mr. Flannery singing. ^_^ So yes, the smutt of a naughty nature I promised has arrived. It just took me a while to decide who would move first. Of course thank you to any and all who have reviewed or followed. To those two who have my story as a favorite... aww shucks... :) !
Sam sat sprawled on the couch, tearing off pieces of a glazed donut to pop in her mouth. Connor had managed to coax her off of the bed with a bribe of steaming coffee and sugary pastries. The brothers had to work that day, so they left her to her own devices. Most of these devices being diving head first into a diabetic's nightmare. The loft echoed with the sound of scripted sarcasm and a very unenthusiastic laugh track, barking from the modest television set. She wasn't really paying attention to the nonsense on the screen. It was merely a means with which to keep the silence at bay. Uncomfortable with her emotional outburst from the previous evening, Sam refused to let her thoughts drift back to depressing endeavors. So instead, she muffled them with the loud and unnecessary.
She had considered cleaning up the place, something of a thank you, or a way of earning her keep. This idea proved to be short lived simply because of the lack of cleaning supplies. Well, it wasn't as though the loft was dirty. It was just a general lacking of anything. The basics were all there. They had mattresses, a table, chairs, and a fridge. They even had a few luxuries in the tv and couch. Still it all seemed strangely impersonal.
There was only the one room. It simply transitioned as a person walked through it, perhaps suiting the rituals of it's inhabitants. Stepping in from the door, brought said inhabitants to the living area with its tv and couch. A further walk changed the surroundings into the bedroom dictated so by the presence of the two mattresses against the wall. From there it was but a step to the dining/kitchen space. It was decorated with a simple table, upon which sat a microwave, and fold out chairs. Finally, at the end of the room sat the bathroom. Calling it a bathroom seemed a bit of a stretch. A toilet sat naked against the same wall as the beds. The farthest wall held aloft two shower heads above a drain. Not exactly much privacy there. Sam had already taken advantage of the lack of company to make use of those facilities. Still the exposure made her blush.
She sucked the glaze off of her fingers, staring blankly at the images flashing on the screen. In merciful relief of her rapidly deteriorating brain, the door swung open allowing Connor to stroll inside.
"Afternoon, lass." he greeted her cheerfully, plopping down on the couch next to her.
Sam poked her stomach gingerly and smiled, "Sore, but doing better." Connor fished about in his pocket, lifting his torso up to do so. She stared at his taut stomach, stretching under his shirt. A small brown paper bag dropped in her lap. Sam wrinkled her nose in confusion at the little bag.
"Yer prescription," he explained. Her mouth formed a small 'o' while she examined the plastic bottle. "Did ya miss me?" She flushed brightly at the question , looking to the door. He hooked the finger of his right hand beneath her chin, pulling her face back towards his.
"What ya lookin for lass?"
"I was just wondering..." she sputtered, losing her train of thought in his piercing blue eyes.
"Lookin for me brother?" He slid closer to her on the couch. "Now what would ya be wantin him fer? Specially seein as ya've got me here." Sam's mouth opened and shut repeatedly, while she sought some response that would not be offensive. In all honesty, at that point a response that was not gibberish would have sufficed. Connor kept hold of her chin and tapped the tip of her nose with his free hand's index finger.
"Well," he spoke softly, his warm breath popping lightly on her face. "We've been here before haven't we?" She nodded. Her vocal cords on strike.
"Why don't ya show me what it was ya were plannin on doin?" Her blood on fire and modesty on revolt, Sam threw herself into his embrace. Her lips finally caught his bringing a moment of pure joy. A growl rumbled low in Connor's throat as she flicked her tongue along his lips, seeking his tongue to play with. He cradled her face in his right hand, pulling her closer. She felt her eyes roll back behind her closed lids, as he started to suck on her lower lip. He moved his lips from hers, trailing down her jaw line to nuzzle her neck. Sam naked her fingers through his hair as he sucked the sensitive skin of her neck between his teeth, alternating between licks and nibbles.
She tossed a leg over his waist pulling herself over him to straddle his hips. Her head swam as his hands moved down her body, gliding lightly over her shirt to grasp the hem of it. Connor tugged her shirt upwards. Her arms raised of their own accord, letting the offensive garment slip off her body entirely. Dear God she felt drunk in his arms. Intoxicated on sensation and desperate for more. Sam let her knees slide further apart so that her core could press more firmly into the growing lump in his jeans. He wrapped his hands around her waist, rocking her in his lap. Moans rippled through her parted lips as the delicious friction set fire to her blood. Her hips caught the rhythm he'd started, grinding towards ecstasy.
Connor's hand slid up her spine leaving a tingling trail in its wake. He pried the clasp of her bra apart and slipped it off her shoulders. The cool air hit her freshly exposed skin drawing goosebumps along her flesh. Her nipples tightened sending more sparks of overwhelming sensation throughout her body. His fingers slid along her scalp and grasped a handful of her hair. She gasped sharply as he jerked her head back, arching her spine. Staring through hooded eyes, Sam watched as Connor rubbed his face against her bare breasts. The skin flushed a pale pink as his stubble buffed her body. His red tongue flicked over each breast, dragging from the tender underside to her nipples.
"My God Connor, mercy please," she panted as he gave her a playful nip. His chuckle broke lightly upon her skin. Hiking her thighs about his waist, Connor wrapped his arms about her middle, and laid her down on the floor in front of the couch. He yanked off his shirt gifting her with the sight of his bare torso. She stared at the Celtic cross tattooed object his arm while he unbuttoned her pants and slid them off her legs. Sam wrapped her legs around his hips jerking him forward. He caught himself with a hand on either side of her face, careful not to press down on her bandages.
"Patience, lass," he laughed as started pull back.
Sam wrapped her arms around his neck. "Please."
He stared into her eyes for a moment, taking in the delicious agony wrought all over her face. Connor planted a kiss on her cheek leaning into her ear.
"Well, if ya insist." His whisper tickled her ear, sending a rush of moisture to her nether regions. Beyond the thudding of her heart in her ears, she caught the sound of his zipper being undone. Her nails dug into his shoulders as his fingers brushed against her damp panties, pulling them to the side. Her eyes nearly crossed, as the hardened tip of his erection bumped against her core.
Connor's lips captured hers once more. His tongue slipped between her lips on time with his forceful thrust. Sam yelped into his mouth at the invasion. She had known from the bump of his jeans that he wouldn't be a small size, but the extent of it still surprised her. He paused inside of her, letting her adjust. She rocked her hips against his, letting him know she wanted more.
Laying a forearm on either side of her head, Connor pulled almost completely out of her slowly letting each inch tease her walls. Her thighs tightened about him with each thrust. Nails raking down his back, Sam arched under him. Her nipples brushed his chest sending more shivers throughout her writhing form. Her gasps elevated into cries. Sam was at the breaking point. She could feel it waiting just beyond her reach.
"Fer the love o' God woman. I won't go before ya." His voice came out as more of a strangle than actual words. Something about the way he growled into her ear sent her spiraling into the most intense orgasm she ever experienced. It jolted through her, bowing her spine, and erupted from her throat in a scream. Connor's body shuddered above her spilling a foreign warmth inside of her. He pressed his sweat slicked forehead against hers and leaned in for a kiss.
"Are ya a'right?" He murmured against her lips. She nodded, her throat too sore to answer.
"Oh fer fuck's sake."
Sam tilted her head back to look at the door. A horrified expression lay plastered across her face. Murphy leaned back against the door, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.