Murphy

by Jenny Wood

  “I can’t believe you’re so bad at this!” I yell over the music as Cruz knocks one pin down on our second game. The first one didn’t fare any better, and I was having way too much fun making fun of him. “Should we get you the bumpers, so you have a better chance? You know we can’t move you closer, the floor is too slick.” I can’t contain my laughter.

  “You’re not doing much better than me.” He argues, waiting for his ball to come back around.

  “Okay, 57, try again. Maybe try aiming for the middle one!” I tease, having the best time. As luck would have it, he managed to knock all down but two and the smug look as he turned around set me off all over again.

  “You keep laughing at me, baby; I’m gonna get a complex.” Cruz leaned into me as he sat in the chair beside me.

  “Did you know when you invited me out that you were so terrible at this game?” I try to say with a straight face but the way he rolled his eyes at me and smiled showed me that he didn’t mind my ribbing.

  Dinner had been fun, as there weren’t many places in our small town to choose from; we settled on Italian. The conversation was light, and throughout the night, several people came to say hello to the sheriff. He introduced me each and every time, and no one seemed to bat an eye at the fact that he was out with a man. He seemed to be well respected in the community, and despite the first couple times we’d been around each other, especially in a public setting; he was actually very polite and extremely gracious. He never got bothered by someone interrupting or the one instance where one woman openly flirted with him and didn’t quite take the hint that he was in fact, out with a man.

  So overall, I was having a really good time.

  “Just watch, I’m about to get a strike,” I say confidently, grabbing my ball and lining it up with razor-sharp precision. I swing my arm back and let it fly, and for a second, it’s going directly down the middle. For a second, I’m convinced I’m going to hit the pins, dead center and for a second, it really looks like I might. I don’t dare look away, and my excitement is evident by the way my hands are clasped in front of me, much like a silent prayer….and then to my bemusement, it veers, slightly to the left and clips the three pins closest to the gutter. My shoulders fall in defeat, and I turn a very smiley looking Cruz and flip him the bird. Karma, I guess…. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

  “You sure showed me!” Cruz taunted, and I couldn’t help but laugh, he was playful and sarcastic, and I loved that he seemed to be having as much fun as I was.

  “Just warming up,” I say to save face, but we both were pretty miserable bowlers. I was pleased to announce that I had won both games, but just barely and it was nothing to be proud of. Neither of us broke 100 in either game, but I wasn’t complaining. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Bowling…who knew?

  “That was really fun,” I say when we're back in the car and driving in the direction of my place. I wasn’t ready for the night to be over and it was only a little after ten.

  “It was, thank you for going with me.” He looked over at me, and it took everything in me to not grab him or touch him in some way; just to have my hands on him. He looked good, he smelled good, and my cheeks were actually sore from the deep bellied laughing we’d done throughout the night.

  “Thank you for asking me…..sort of.” He snorted, and it shouldn’t have been cute, but like so many surprising things with this man…it just was. When we pulled up at my house, I was surprised when he didn’t pull up to the side but actually pulled in to the driveway and turned his car off. I was about to thank him again for the nice time, but he opened his door and slid out. I met him at my side of the car, and he grabbed my hand and walked me to my door. I was so stunned, I just stood there staring at him; no attempt at all at finding my keys or unlocking said door.

  “Baby-“ He started to say.

  “I wanna ask you to come in,” I say, somewhat blurting but not loud, just abrupt. “I wanna ask you in, and I’d really like it if you stayed, but I’ve gotta be honest because…well it’s just the kind of person I am, and if you come in and we do what I really hope we’ll do; I can’t do that, and it mean nothing. I’ll panic and probably obsess over it for the next couple days, and wonder what it means. I’ll try not to be awkward, but I know me, and it’s pretty much a given that I will be. I like you, I don’t think that’s a secret; and if you want to be friends or whatever, I can probably handle that, and I’ll thank you for a nice night and invite you in for a beer and maybe something on TV, but-“ He stepped into me, cutting off my ridiculous tangent and grasped my face. Only taller than me by an inch or two, I still looked up at him as he stared intently at my face.

  “Open the door.” He insisted on a whisper. I wasted no time as he backed up and gave me only a little room to dig in my pocket for my keys. When he followed me in and shut the door, he took a second to look around and then pinned me to the spot with his glare.

  “I’m gonna be real bad at this.” He declared. I didn’t think he was talking about sex because we’d already done that, and I knew for a fact that it wasn’t true. “More than sex.” He clarified.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, unsure of the direction his brain was going.

  “I like you too and this kind of thing is new for me. I got a lot of shit goin’ on in my life and my brother is top priority, but I want more of this, nights like tonight. I’m most likely gonna mess up, and I need you to have some patience with me and call me on my shit when you need to. Think you’re up for all that?” He asks, but it felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. I was having a hard time catching my breath.

  “Murphy, you good with that?” He prompted, and I nod. It was all he needed to rush me, grab me by the back of my beck and pull me to him. I surrendered, happily; letting him fuck my mouth with his tongue. He consumed me, all over. His hands were ripping at both of our clothes, walking me backward to my room. I lead him right to it, stopping only when I felt the back of my knees hit my mattress.

  “Look at you,” he whispered, raking his eyes over my now naked chest. “You’re so fuckin’ big, everywhere. I bet you could put me down, huh? Those big ass arms, I bet you could.” He says, unbuttoning his pants with the slowest movements. “You won’t though, will ya? You don’t want that, do you baby? You don’t want to own somebody; you want somebody to own you.” His words make my body shudder. He knows, he knows what most people ignore.

  “Get on the bed, face down.” He demands softly. I don’t hesitate. Having lost my jeans somewhere from the living room to the bedroom, I’m in only my boxer briefs and socks. I try not to think about that. Before I can give it too much thought, I feel his chest against my back, pressing me into the mattress with his body. His warm breath just a whisper on my neck.

  “Do you know how sexy you are?” He says, just before nipping at the back of my neck. I open my mouth to dispute it, but he doesn’t let me. “You are.” He says, teasing the spot just below my ear with his tongue. He lays the weight of his body across my back and slides his hands down my arms, grabbing my hands and pulling them up to my headboard.

  “I want your hands to stay right here, can you do that?” He almost grunts and I can feel his hard length, grinding into my ass. Running his hands all over my arms, shoulders, back, and sides, his lips and teeth trail a path down my back.

  “I love the noises you make.” He confesses, lifting my hips and pulling down my boxers. Hearing them fall to the floor, his big hands grab my ass, and he spreads me apart. My body is so tight; I feel like I could snap at any second; I can’t imagine what he’s about to do, nobody’s ever done it before. I’m scared, if I’m honest, but extremely turned on- I don’t even try to stop the grunt when his tongue swipes up my middle, once, twice and then once more before he settles in and pays delicious attention to my hole. All the air has left my body, and my lungs are burning with the need to take a full breath. It’s impossible.

  I use my hands to push against the headboard but my body jerks a
s I feel him press into me with a finger. He never stops his tongue from moving, and before I can get used to the one finger, he’s adding another. Feeling him spreading me apart, I want to beg him to hurry up, but I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing. After the third finger slides in and out without much resistance, I lose his tongue and hear the ripping of the condom that seemed to magically appear.

  “You ready?” He asks me, voice gruff and husky.

  “Yes.” I breathe, unable to make my voice work. He grabs my hips and pulls me up, but I keep my top half to the bed. As much as I loved his mouth on me, nothing was better than the burn of his dick stretching me. His fingers were squeezing my hips, and I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. The way he growled when he slid slowly into me had my already leaking cock, weeping with the need to come.

  “Fuck.” He snarls, breathing fast and loud as he plants himself to the hilt inside me. “Fuck, baby, you squeeze me so good.” He slaps my ass, making my entire body spasm, and then slides out and pushes back in with impossible slowness. I tighten the muscles and hear him growl even louder, earning another smack on my ass. He’s about to lose control, and I want it, I want him to fuck me like he wants to, and not hold back.

  “Fuck me.” I squeeze around him again and circle my hips as he slides inside. That does it; his body drops on my back, and his hands slide down my arms again, holding them in place on the bed. His hips snap forward and back, his teeth in my shoulder and his hands are holding me down, and I can’t move, I can’t think but the way he hits my prostate with every hard thrust, it’s ripping the screams from my throat.

  “I told you I’d make you scream for me, didn’t I?” His voice sounds animalistic, and I love it. It’s somewhere between a snarl and a growl, and he sounds dangerous.

  “Yes,” I yell in answer.

  “Told you I was gonna make this ass mine, didn’t I?” He asks, clutching my hand tight in one hand and my hip in the other. It’s taking all my strength to meet him thrust for thrust as I push back against him, needing it harder.

  “Harder,” I beg, and his slams get even harder. “I’m gonna come,” I warn, feeling it wash over me as the wave gets bigger and bigger. “I’m gonna come,” I say louder, more frantic and he doesn’t stop. He keeps at me until I’m finally able to take a deep breath but it’s only to gasp, just before my cock explodes underneath me. I turn my head and sink my teeth into Cruz’s arm as I continue to shoot, pulse after pulse as he fucks me.

  Finally, after what seems like the most amazing, endless orgasm, everything turns black.

  Cruz

  Never in my life have I fucked somebody so hard they blacked out.

  It was intense as hell and it kind of scared me when I slammed home and shot my load as deep as I could inside him, and his entire body just went limp. He was breathing; I could feel that; he was breathing hard, and his heart was pounding. I took that as a good sign. Pulling from his heat, I dropped the condom in the trash beside his nightstand laid beside him. I kept my eyes on him while I tried to get my own heartbeat and breathing back to normal. It was only about a minute, but when you fuck someone unconscious, it’s a long ass minute. Gently pushing the hair from his face, I whisper, “hey,” and his eyes flittered open.

  “Holy shit.” He whispers back. I laugh in relief.

  “You okay?” I ask, stupidly.

  “Did I- did I pass out?” He croaks. I nod, laying my head on the same pillow he’s using. His hands are tucked under his chest and he hasn’t attempted to lift his head yet.

  “Did I hurt you?” I ask, knowing I took him hard, probably too hard. He closed his eyes and squirmed a little bit, but otherwise smiled.

  “I’m okay.”

  “You sure? That was…. That was a lot.” I want to make sure because I lost control. Completely lost it.

  “That was amazing.” He whispered back, sighing and closing his eyes again but this time keeping them closed. “Wore me out.” He said sleepily, though he kept the smile.

  “Now that I know I didn’t kill you, I’m going to go get something to clean us up. Don’t move.” His light chuckle was fuckin’ cute.

  “I couldn’t move right now if the building was on fire.” I walked out into the hallway and opened the first door I saw. It seemed to be a towel closet, so I grabbed one and moved to the next door, it was another room. At the end of the hallway was another door and that one was the bathroom. It was pretty good sized, complete with a bathtub and a shower. I spent a few minutes cleaning up and wet the cloth with warm water so I could wipe Murphy down. Once I’d done that, I pulled the blanket from under him, and he never moved. I threw it on the chair in the corner, and grabbed the fleece blanket that had been draped over the end of the bed but ended up on the floor and flung it out over the bed, covering him up. I’d gotten rid of the top blanket so he wouldn’t have to sleep in a wet spot but he didn’t seem to be too concerned about it if there was one on the sheets.

  Grabbing our jeans, I pull out both of our phones, knowing that either of us could get called out or into work at any point, it was just part of the job. I set them both on the bedside table and crawled into bed with him. It had been a long time since I’d shared a bed with someone and before right this minute, I’d have told you that I didn’t like it, but feeling Murphy beside me, I found I didn’t mind it so much.

  Scooting closer to his back, I wrapped my arm around him, resting my head on his shoulder and throwing my leg over both of his, I closed my eyes and was asleep in seconds.

  I have to say, waking up with a wiggly naked man underneath me wasn’t a bad way to wake up, either.

  “I’m trapped.” Murphy mumbles, face down in the pillow. “You’re a cuddler.” He states, flipping over to his back when I give him a little room.

  “It sure looks that way, doesn’t it?” I tease, smiling at his adorably rumpled face.

  “I think I’m broken.” He says, the look on his face so serious I burst out laughing. “Really proud of yourself, eh?” He pokes me in the side and turns to face me.

  “How do you feel this morning?” I ask, again, pushing the hair from his forehead and studying his face, hoping he’s not too sore today.

  “Happy, a little scared.” He admits, though he wiggles around and I don’t see any discomfort on his face.

  “How about just happy and let’s throw out scared,” I suggest, hoping to keep things light.

  “Okay.” He shrugs on a smile. I lean forward to kiss him before getting out of bed but when he realizes what I’m doing his entire body jerks backward, and I freeze.

  “What are you doing?” He asks, looking horrified.

  “I was gonna kiss you and then go search for coffee,” I tell him, wondering, what the fuck?

  “No!” He jerks his body back again, putting his hand on my chest to hold me back.

  “What are you—“

  “I have to brush my teeth, are you kidding?” He looks so taken back; I have to laugh at him.

  “Maybe I wanna share dragon breath.” I taunt him, scooting closer to him.

  “Michael…” He warns, using my first name. I have to admit I like hearing it from his mouth. Nobody calls me Michael but Mamá and Mateo. I reach for him and try to pull him closer, puckering my lips for show.

  “Baby, come on. Kiss me good morning.” I laugh while he struggles.

  “Fuck,” Murphy snickers as he tries like hell to get away from me, but his legs are tangled in the blanket that I’m lying on top of, and he can’t fight his way out.

  “Gonna put my tongue in your mouth,” I warn him, and I think he honestly gags.

  “Slimy morning tongue. Don’t talk about it.” He fights me, making little to no progress. I can’t believe I’ve been up for only a few minutes and I’m having this much fun. This much fun because Murphy’s ridiculous, and cute but mostly because I’m just with him.

  Finally, after several minutes of our back and forth, I relent and let him go. He slides out of bed, and I watch him go to a d
rawer in his dresser and pull out two pairs of clean boxers. He throws some at me on the bed and walks away.

  “You do coffee; I’ll take a shower, then we’ll switch. There are clothes in the closet, help yourself.” He says and saunters away. I had to consciously make myself stay there and not follow him and pounce. He’d need time before I took him again, I was sure of it. He may say that he’s okay, but I was rough last night, and I didn’t want to hurt him.

  He was out of the shower and perfectly put together by the time the coffee was ready. I stayed in my boxers, ready to jump in the shower when he got out but seeing him stop at the mouth of the kitchen and watch me, I figured he liked me in his kitchen.

  “You look good.” He confesses. I walk past him with my cup of coffee and land a kiss on his cheek. I didn’t want to gross him out with my slimy morning tongue. Chuckling on my way to the bathroom, I stopped in his room and got the clothes, and he was just going to have to deal with me using his toothbrush because I wasn’t leaving here without him kissing me.

  I made quick work of the shower, and his clothes were a bit loose on me, but I liked that they smelled like him. I scooped up my clothes from last night and met him in the kitchen where he was making breakfast.

  “You like pancakes?” He asks, looking nervous.

  “I love pancakes,” I reply, sliding my hand around his waist as I pass. “You wanna spend the day with Teo and me, today?”

  “You want me to?” He asks, silly question, if I didn’t want him to I wouldn’t have asked.

  “I want you to,” I confirm and watch his face heat. Adorable.

  “Okay.” He relents quietly. “What are we getting up to?”

  “King said there’s a go-kart track out past the dairy barn, I was thinking about checking it out, he’d like that,” I tell him as he slides a plate in front of me with a good stack of pancakes on it.

  “Is this all for me?” I ask, and he nods. He’d need this much to fuel those insane muscles, but I doubt I could eat but half of this.