Brooklyn ~70~

                                    

                                          
My whole body was achy. My thighs were still sore and quivering. I couldn't even walk properly due to the ache between my thighs, reminding me of everything that happened last night. 
I was on the balcony, cuddled up with Atticus and enjoying the sun. He was dozing off, trying to stay awake. I gently combed my fingers through his hair, making his chest rumble softly. I scratch his head, making him sigh deeply and finally go to sleep. I smile, kissing his cheek lovingly and adjusting myself on him. 
Callan walks outside, holding a glass of something. He didn't notice us yet, leaning up against the railing and overlooking the view. He sighs softly and stretches, downing his drink and rubbing his hand down his face, mumbling a few curses. 
I watch him quietly, observing him. He looks up at the sky before blinking hard, turning around, and jumping slightly when he notices us. I grin at him, stretching out my hand towards him. He takes my hand in his, kissing my knuckles gently. 
"Is he asleep?" He whispers, nodding at Atticus who is knocked out. I nod softly, squeezing Cal's hand. He smirked before letting my hand go and quietly walked inside. A few moments later, he walks out holding a glass of water, standing beside me, and pouring the water on Atticus. I gasp and jolt away to not get wet. Atticus jumps up, nearly throwing me off of him. 
"Подавись моим членом, ублюдок." He bites out, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog. I laughed softly, getting wet because of him. [Choke on my dick, bastard.]
"That's Brooklyn's job." Callan grins, making me look at them in confusion. They bristled past my look, staring at each other for a moment before looking at me. 
"Nuh uh, I don't like that look." I huff, trying to back away. Atticus grabbed me and pulled me into him, rubbing all of the water on me. I groan and push him away, pouting in annoyance. "I don't like y'all."
"You love us." Callan smiles. "Go to sleep, I'll wake you up later." He tells Atticus, making him blink hard and kiss my forehead before walking inside. Once he was gone, Callan grabbed me and pulled me close, kissing me deeply. He slides his hands down to my butt, gripping it before lifting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. 
He kisses me deeply, his teeth clashing with mine. I feel him start moving to go inside, walking into the house and sitting on the couch with me straddling him. He groans softly and pulls away, nipping at my swollen lip.
"How sore are you?" He whispers, kissing down my neck. I grumble something, not really focusing on talking. He chuckles and places his hands on my hips and rubs them up my sides. "Answer me, sweet girl."
"Very. Don't get any ideas." I whisper, my eyes closing as his lips move further down my neck. His chuckle vibrates against my throat, making me smile from the slight tickles. 
"Oh, I've got plenty of ideas." He mutters. His hands moved back to my hips and he slowly began grinding me against him. I gnawed at my lip at the sensitivity, resting my hands on his shoulders for support. I groan and lay my forehead on his shoulder. "You like that, huh my little πόρνη?" [Slut.]
My head snaps up in shock, staring at him. Hearing my language on his tongue... hot damn. 
And here I thought this underwear wouldn't get ruined.
"How do-?" I cut myself off with a quiet whimper when he pushes my hips onto his further. He continues to grind me against him, lifting his hips to adjust himself. "Callan.."
"You like saying my name, don't you? Any chance you get, you say it." He chuckles, watching my face. One of his hands moves up to my throat, gripping it. His grip tightens a little, cutting off my oxygen slowly. My eyes could hardly stay open from the sensations going through me. 
His hand loosens, letting my lungs expand with oxygen. I pant softly feeling his hand drop to my hip again, both hands slowly inching their way under my shirt, moving up and closer to my breasts. I snap out of my trance, quickly moving off of him before he could feel the piercings. 
He stares at me for a moment, his eyebrows knitting in concern. I smile and kiss him softly. "I want to bake. Let's bake cookies."
He says nothing, just staring at me as if trying to figure me out. I kiss him again and kiss between his eyebrows, trying to make the wrinkle of worry between his brows leave. He stands slowly, making me take a step back. He steps forward, his hand gripping my face, squishing my cheeks together. 
"What are you trying to hide?" He whispers lowly, his eyes staring into mine. I furrow my brows and try to shake my head. "Brooklyn."
I didn't want to tell him yet. It would defeat the whole purpose of the reason I got the piercings in the first place. But I didn't want to lie to him. And plus, even if I did, he'd call me out on it immediately because of his weird mind-reading magic.
"I just wanted to go bake." I say. Technically it wasn't a lie. 
He slides his hand onto my hip and pulls me closer, his hand still gripping my face. He narrows his eyes, his jaw ticking.
"Lets go bake now." I mumble, my cheeks being squished together further. He chuckles lowly and shakes his head.
"You're hiding something from me and I'm desperate to find out what it is." He says lowly, his eyes never leaving mine, doing his weird psychology mind thing.
He should change careers... be a tarot reader. Or one of those fake psychics at carnivals.
"You can be desperate for something else-" I say before thinking, stopping myself and staring him dead in the eye. "See, I'm going to have to kill you now."
"I'd like to see you try, Ms. Elisa." He mutters, pulling me even closer than before, his eyes challenging.
"I could easily beat you up, Mr. Archer." I huff, feeling his hand slowly move down my jaw to hold my throat. He tightens his grip around my throat, slowly cutting off my oxygen.
"Go on then. Prove it." He whispers lowly, tilting my head back, my knees nearly buckling. I try to get myself out of his grip without hurting him. "Use your nails, princess."
I hesitate before clawing his hand, hearing him suck in a breath before releasing me. I inhale deeply and look at him, grabbing his hand and looking at the crescent moon shapes my nails did into his skin. He yanks his hand back and suddenly grabs me, pulling me to him, my back to his chest, and his arm around my throat. 
"I thought you said you could beat me up easily. Get out of this." He whispers into my ear. I groan and twist out of his grasp, pushing him away from me. He smirks softly, almost proudly before looking over my shoulder. I follow his gaze to see no one. As I realized what was about to happen, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "You suck at this."
"You're so mean to me." I grumble, letting myself hang on his shoulder. I grin brightly, seeing the opportunity of a lifetime right in front of my face. 
Literally. 
I blow on my thumbs and pointer fingers, snapping them together like crab pinchers before pinching his backside. He lets out the most hilarious yelp before taking me off of his shoulders and placing me on the kitchen counter. 
"You're gonna get yourself spanked." He said seriously, making me pout. He doesn't stay serious for long when a smile slowly stretches on his face, mine following. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Love me forever and ever?" I grin, leaning forward. He smiles and kisses me sweetly. 
"Love you forever and ever."