Not So Delicate ||18+

Callan ~43~

[Warning: Dirty talk, spanking, degradation, praise, Oral sex, implied intercourse, bondage.]

A few weeks have passed since everything happened. Brooklyn seemed happier now, despite everything that happened. She begged us to let her friend come over a few times a week. We were reluctant but seeing the pleading look in her eyes, we gave in.

They were up in her room the whole day, watching movies and doing each other's hair. Never have I been so jealous of a gay man. And I could swear they were gossiping about us too, but every time I would walk in, she'd throw a pillow and tell me to leave while giggling.

She went to work as usual, coming back home at the same time as always. Texting us to tell us she would be later than usual whenever traffic was bad or when she would go out with Milo.

Today she didn't have work, and that meant neither did we.

She was upside down on the couch, reading something on her phone. When she noticed we had walked in, she fixed herself and held her phone closer to her, shielding whatever she was reading. Atticus went into the kitchen as Zachary went to change out of his workout clothes. I sat beside her, resting my hand on her thigh as I scrolled through my phone.

Everyone had gotten used to silence around each other. It wasn't awkward or tense. There was no need to fill the silence. Just being there was enough. She was wearing a sweatshirt with a cute little skirt, one leg crossed over the other. I could feel how warm her skin was, getting warmer the more I rubbed my thumb against it.

Then I felt her thighs tense a little. What was she reading?

"Did you eat anything?" I asked her to see if her voice was shaky. I kept my focus on my phone to not raise suspicion.

"Uhm, yeah. I ate some tacos from last night." She said, her voice an octave lower. I nod slowly, smirking.

Our innocent little thing was reading some filthy stuff.

"What position are they in?" I asked casually, noticing how she was too focused on the book to realize what I said.

"Uh, she's on the- what?" She looks at me with wide eyes, her mouth slightly agape. I smirk and tilt my head towards her, looking at her with hooded eyes.

"On the?" I urge her to finish, her face flushes, and her thighs clench together again. I smirk wider. "Don't make me ask again."

"She's on the kitchen island." She whispers, hardly audible. Her voice was shaky and filled with embarrassment.

"What's he doing to her?" I ask, pulling her onto my lap. Her phone drops on the couch beside us, making me grab it. I read the words on the screen as she hides her face in my neck, her warm cheeks against my flesh. "Oh, you dirty dirty girl."

"Shut up." She mumbles in embarrassment, trying to get off my lap but I didn't allow her to. I got an idea, clearing my throat to speak.

"He slowly licks a stripe up my-" Her hand slaps over my mouth, stopping me from reading it. She looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Don't read it." She whines, trying to grab her phone out of my hand. I grip it tighter, making her remove her hand to use both.

"-Folds, eliciting a moan from my lips." I recite, making her eyes widen, I notice Atticus leaning against the wall, watching us with a smirk. "Now, now, darling. What kind of things are you reading?"

"You're an ass." She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at me. I inhale slowly, trying to control myself from bending her over my lap, hiking her skirt up, and spanking her ass raw.