Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~98~

Warning: Oral (fem receiving), slight choking, intercourse, spanking, sir, slight breath control, Praise.

P.S. Not as intense as every other one.

I was wet. Both literally and literally. Zachary had his hand on the very inner part of my thighs, teasing me with his finger. We were watching a movie. The movie wasn't even that romantic for him to be doing this. I bit the corner of my cheek, trying to focus on the screen. Callan was drawing and Atticus was spacing out instead of watching the movie.

I was the only one trying to watch this damn movie.

"Quit it," I whisper to Zachary, taking his hand in mine and holding his fingers with mine. He smiles softly and fixes himself so that I can straddle him. My eyes widen a little, not expecting the sudden movement.

"Don't you think you've teased us enough? Hm?" He asks lowly, his fingers digging into my hips again. The ache was dull but it felt so good.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say innocently. I could hear the volume of the TV turn down and the sound of Callan's pencil hitting the coffee table.

There goes my peace.

"I'll tell you what we're talking about. On the plane, when your hand mysteriously ended up on top of Zachary's bulge? Or a few nights ago when you and I were cuddling and you 'adjusted' yourself by grinding against me?" Callan said, standing and walking behind the couch Zach and I were on so he could look at me directly.

"Or when you wanted to nap but for some reason you couldn't sleep with clothes on?" Atticus chimes in.

"Those things are completely coincidental. It was hot so I stripped. I wasn't paying attention on the plane, I thought my hand was on his thigh. And I was adjusting myself, not my fault you spoon tightly." I shrug, lying straight through my teeth. I could see his eyes darken, making me swallow.

"You want to add more wood to the fire?" He says lowly, making me shake my head softly. I blink when I feel Zachary's lips on my neck, sucking and licking.

I groan softly, pressing myself closer to him. In a quick movement, I was flipped and placed over Zachary's lap, my face on the couch. It's been a while since I was in this position.

"I think 10 for each lie, yes?" Atticus said smirking, his eyes low and trained solely on me. I suck in a breath when the first blow hits. The thin shorts I wore did nothing to cushion the spank.

"You counting, or will I have to start over already?" Zachary asks, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down a little to rest below my butt.

"One, sir." I whisper, preparing myself for the next one. When his hand fell in quick, hard spanks, I let out a pathetic noise that made my underwear even damper. Once he was finished with his assault, I could feel him blow cold air onto the red skin, making me moan softly.

I had completely forgotten how much I would cry when they spanked me.

I sniffle, soft whimpers coming out of my mouth, he pulled me back up and cradled me, kissing one of my tears.

"All good?" He asks softly, allowing Atticus to grab and pull me onto his lap. He quirks his brow softly, waiting for me to answer Zachary's question.

"Yes, all good." I whisper, sniffling. Callan groans softly and rubs his hand over his face, making me look at him confused. He looked at me with dark eyes.

"Something about you crying makes me go insane." He says through gritted teeth. I swallow thickly, shifting on Atticus's lap. He groans softly and adjusts me, removing my shorts so that I can straddle him more easily. When I do, he pulls me directly onto his hardness making me gasp.

"I'm done with the teasing, beautiful. You gonna let me fuck you or are you going to make me go crazy?" Atticus asks lowly, his hands slowly grinding my core against his hardness. If I did let them start with me, it would just be Atticus today since the other two got me a few nights before our wedding.

"You gotta ask nicely." I smile, wiping away the slight dampness on my cheeks. He narrows his eyes at me and groans softly before biting my shoulder. "And be nice!"

"I'll bite you all I want, sweet thing." He says, his voice holding a slight warning. "Let me fuck you, baby."

"I think the term 'make love' would fit better." I grin, wanting to tease him further. He smiles softly, shaking his head. My eyes dart to Callan as he leans over and kisses my head followed by Zachary. They walked out to the balcony and closed the door, leaving Atticus and me alone.

"I don't make love, darling." He says softly, his fingers caressing my sides gently. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him softly, not rushing the kiss or deepening it. He kissed me back just as slowly, the moment feeling so intimate and loving.

"Not even with me?" I whisper against his lips, kissing him softly again, his mouth opens a little and his lips brush mine.

"I'm rough, baby. You know that." He whispers, picking me up and holding me up. When we get to the bedroom, he lays me down and grips my throat, tilting my head back as he kisses down my body. He slips my underwear to the side and licks a stripe up my slit, making me gasp.

"Baby- Oh-" I groan, arching into his mouth. His grip around my throat tightens a little, cutting out my breath as he licked and sucked at my clit.

My hand claws at his as my other one grips the sheets under us. I groan softly, gasping for air when he pulls his hand away, kissing my chest. I don't give him a chance to pin me down; I lean up and flip us around, sitting on top of him. He looks up at me, his eyes so calm yet so dark.

I don't say anything, I just lean down and kiss him gently, making him groan softly. He grips my hips and lifts me up a little so that he can unbuckle his pants. Once he gets them off, he adjusts himself at my entrance, letting me sink down on him. I wince slightly, I was still not used to his size.

"Take the lead, my wife." He whispers, bringing my head down to kiss me as I start moving on him. This felt different. This felt more intimate and private. He was letting me guide the pace. He was letting me guide him. I kiss him deeply, moaning softly when I feel him hit the perfect spot.

We continued like this for a bit until I sped up a little, chasing my release. I plant my hands on his chest to keep myself stable. Whimpers and groans, along with the sound of skin on skin resonated through the room, adding heat to the moment. I could see he was struggling, his fingers clenching around my waist.

"Go on." I whisper against his lips, making him sigh and flip us over, taking my hands in his and holding them above my head, interlocking his fingers with mine. He kisses my jaw and rests his head on my shoulder as he thrusts in and out of me quickly. "Atticus-"

"That's it, my darling. Go on, let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel." He whispers, grunting softly as he tries to hold back his own orgasm. His hand moves down between us, his fingers pinching my clit, making me squeal as I come all over him. I meet his thrusts, arching into him. "Lift up your legs."

I lift them slightly, using my knees to squeeze him. Somehow, this position made him go even deeper in me. I moan and pant, holding his hands tightly. He leans down and kisses me softly.

"Such a good girl. You're so good, baby. I love you. I love you so much." He pants, his own orgasm crashing through him. Despite just orgasming, he continues thrusting into me, making me come a gazillion times more.

His sweaty body collapsed on mine; at some moment throughout the whole thing, we both got stark naked, the feeling of our skin against each other was something nothing could compare to. I gently pet his hair and scratched his back, hearing him moan softly as we held each other.

My eyelids grew heavy and my thoughts were starting to fog. Before I let sleep overcome me, I kissed his temple and murmured a sweet 'I love you' before letting myself drift off.