Such a Softer Sin [COMPLETE]

Such a Softer Sin Chapter 25

Some AMAZING hot and heavy shit in here, and then some good ol' teasing. I didn't intend on making it so long but there's a lot of internal monologue that needed to happen and for some reason, this Sunday is just never fucking ending.

I don't know if anyone else has noticed that I seem to do more internal monologues of Murphy's than Connor's, or even Lila's for that matter which is hilarious because she's my OC. I don't know why, he just doesn't shut up, he's in my head and he won't let me rest until I write it. I'll try and get more of Connor's thoughts in here at some point.

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The three were lay in bed together as usual, after the glorious Sunday breakfast that Lila had cooked them. Connor was lay against the pillows, half sat up as he was propped up by them. Lila was lay with her back leaning against his firm chest, his legs either side of her and his hand over her heart in the way she loved so much. Murphy was lay on his side with his head resting on her stomach. He had pushed her shirt up so he could rest his cheek on her bare skin and his hand was stroking her thigh lightly. She was reading Romeo and Juliet, it had been one of her favourites since she was about 14. Connor had asked her to read it for them and Murphy was actually enjoying it. Since he had issues reading himself due to his concentration, Shakespeare was a fucking no go because Murphy didn't understand half of the shite the man was saying, but hearing her with Shakespeare's words rolling off her tongue had him feeling all kinds of things. She had been reading, the three of them relaxed, but Murphy's hands started wandering. It wasn't that he wasn't paying attention, he was, but he was so close to his new favorite place and her scent was intoxicating. He'd had a taste of her now, he couldn't get it out of his mind. She was like a new drug to him, calling to him so he could feel her singing through his veins.

His hand slipped into the side of her panties, teasing her slit. She gasped, the book temporarily forgotten as she tensed in Connors' arms. If she could see Connor behind her, she would know that he was wearing a matching smirk to his brother, who was looking up at her devilishly. Murphy's hands stilled, raising a brow at her because she stopped reading. She could feel the heat sweep up her body as she gripped the book.

"Keep readin' lass." Connor growled in her ear, the unexpected commanding tone making her even wetter. She swallowed thickly, glancing back to the book.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." Her voice faltered when Murphy started stroking her again and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. She couldn't help but close her eyes, a moan leaving her lips the second Murphy decided to push her panties to the side and give her a teasing lick.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" Connor purred in her ear, not even needing to read the book since he knew the play word by word. She shivered, her back arching a little as she ground herself to Murphys face more. Hearing Connors husky Irish brogue in her ear whilst Murphy was going down on her was driving her senses wild. This had been the second time Murphy had done this to her, he seemed like the type to enjoy going down on a girl.

Connors' hands slipped up her shirt, grabbing her breasts firmly and giving them a squeeze as she moaned softly, squirming against him. He growled a little, she felt it rumble in his chest. She knew he wanted her to keep reading.

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." She whispered between moans, Murphy slipped two fingers inside of her to add more sensation as he sucked on her clit. She felt like she had died and gone to heaven. She bucked her hips desperately at his painfully slow pace and Connors' hand came to her stomach, holding her still for his brother.