Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 110

Chapter 110: I Want It Fast And Hard

Brianna

After hot passionate sex with Callan and a deep well deserved sleep, I was able to have breakfast with him before I had to go do a take for Janet. Since the show isn't until evening time, she surprised us girls when she gave us the afternoon to be tourists. It gave me a chance to spend time with Callan, I didn't realize how much I truly missed him until he was here in the flesh. All I wanted to do was hold him to me and never let go, I wanted to abduct him and keep him in my room forever. To no surprise, we had sex again in the afternoon before he took me to a nice lunch.

When we have a conversation, it makes me feel good. I remembered when he took me out for the day, he brought me to the Dior show and out for sushi and drinks where we talked a lot. He brought me to the state building and shut the whole place down for me. We didn't let ourselves have sex yet during that period of time, but it didn't stop us from getting each other off anyway. With his knee and thigh, he had made me quiver for him in the sky. Sometimes when I am with him, my brother pops up in my mind and I feel guilty for keeping secrets from him. I am doing something I know really upset him, he flipped out and fist fought Callan the first time he found out something was going on between us. He gave me a cold shoulder for weeks, the distance of London was all that mended our awkwardness because he felt the threat of Callan and I being together was gone when I was out of the country. 

But here we are in France together and he has no idea. I feel like a really bad sister but at the same time, the thought of cutting Callan out of my life completely sours my gut in the worst way. I can't do it, we tried and they were lame feeble attempts. We went out one strong mouth with radio silence and then he showed up to my apartment in London and it fell apart from there. Over lunch, he explained to me what he did to be able to manage sneaking off to France. He sent my brother away from work.

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I was awestruck at the runway show, the venue was outdoor where a giant fountain pool was lit up. Across the surface of it was glass flooring in a wavy formation from one side of the water to the other. The models walked on water and with the lighting, it looked fantastic and inspiring. I was itching to do some of my own drawings, I have had some designs floating around in the back of my head but with no time to actually draw them out. We were on the sidelines at the show, then the after event, I didn't stay out all night. I knew Callan was waiting back at the hotel for me and I wanted to be with him instead of the party. Crazy as that may sound.

I gushed to him all about what I saw, I was in this beautiful dress tonight. A soft cream color with flowers and thin silver running the dainty torso design. Callan's eyes kept dropping to it and suddenly I was naked and we weren't talking anymore. Callan used to be such an intimidating presence, he still is if I am being honest. But I have seen snippets of him when he is just a man and not a mafia with the dark allure that drew me to him. When he sleeps, his body is like a magnet to mine. Naturally we ended up cuddling even though he would never admit it. Waking up in his arms feels nice, spending time with him outside of the bedroom is more than nice. Spending time with him outside of the room is more than nice, I was really enjoying this trip to France even though I was literally exhausted between having to work, attending events and all the sex and tourist stuff I did with Callan. I hadn't even told anyone he was here and by anyone, I mean Jane. I would never tell my brother and my group of friends in London who aren't really aware about Callan's full story.

It was no secret I just haven't had the time, I texted Jane a few pictures of the fashion side of things. When u get home, I will tell her everything and I know she will scream in that squeal she does when she is surprised or excited.

The next two days went by in a flash between the fashion awards and the designer's guild. I saw a lot of influential faces in that crowd, though I wasn't allowed to approach them. We just stood behind Janet like shadows and got two pictures taken on the red carpet. Out of pity, I suppose, they asked who I was wearing and I mentioned the designer and suddenly my picture was being taken. It was exciting, it can get chaotic on a red carpet. You don't realize how big it all actually is with numerous famous people walking the carpet. The sidelines are where reports and public relations people and workers like me are usually stationed. Microphone and cameras in people's faces and flashes of light when the pictures are being taken. So, it becomes a constant flicker. It all felt so fabulous and I appreciate the experience so much.

I thanked Janet about one hundredth time, she shoved champagne in my face to shut me up on the car ride back to the hotel. The elegant enigmatic woman had been waving in and out of the crowds both nights, you would lose track of her often if you weren't watching closely. She knows a lot of people, her fashion designer husband was actually at one of the events, so we saw him. The writer met him for the first time but me for the second time. We had a flight back to London pretty early in the morning. Time had suddenly begun to unwind too quickly until it was all over, like a beautiful dream behind blinking eyes.

Because it was my last night with Callan here in France, I was feeling almost weepy. Once I was home from the award ceremony, I stripped my dress and crawled into the bed next to him.

“What did you do tonight?” I asked him, he was shirtless, leaning on the headboard with his computer when I arrived back at the hotel. I laid my head right on his bare chest.

“Some work,” his deep voice was enough to alert my flesh.

“No party with pretty girls?” I stupidly asked, it obviously wasn't an actual question.

“That was you,” he replied almost dryly.

“Are you regretting coming here? Were you bored in between dealing with me coming and going?” I suddenly asked. I felt like maybe he was in a bad mood because of it.

“No, we saw each other more than I thought we would. I have worked your pussy good, haven't I?” 

I felt his head dip slightly to look down at my face resting on his chest, he put an arm around me and I wanted to nuzzle right into him.

“Oh, definitely. I was a bit sore tonight between my legs but it was a nice little reminder of what was waiting for me back at the hotel.” My voice got a little more sultry by the end. He hummed in satisfaction at the comment.

“I want to extend that reminder for when I am gone back to Port Harcourt. You will remember who this pussy belongs to.” His large hand cupped over my mound and made my breath catch in my throat. I turned slightly to look up at him and he captured my lips before I could even think.

I instantly reacted to his lips on mine, I turned my body completely as he removed the laptop from his lap, putting it on the nightstand. I was laying over his body now, so he grabbed two fistfuls of my ass and squeezed it. It was enough for him to start getting hard,  I could feel it under my stomach. His hands ran up my back and down to my ass again for another squeeze. His tongue worked into my mouth, his hips tipped up so his erection could rub over my clothed pussy. Slowly he started peeling clothes off me.

“Brianna, tell me how you want it? Soft and sweet or hard and fast?” He teased me, hks lips brushed in a feather-like touch over mine as he spoke.

“Both,” I replied without even thinking about it.

“Then come here,” he commanded, taking me over his lap once we were both naked.

His lips detached from mine and he took his time kissing below my ear, down the length of my neck and then he ran his tongue back up to start again. Nibbling this time after each new kiss, my hands were feeling up along his strong arms and ran over his taut smooth chest. His hands were on my hips but he hadn't put me on his dick yet. I could feel his erection between my legs since I was straddling him but he waited to start. He really meant slow and sweet because he was taking his time with me, he rubbed my ass and up my back. His lips came down to my chest and his warm tongue ran circles around my beading nipples, tightening at the feeling of his mouth on them. He gently ran his teeth over the swells of my breasts and across my nipples to stimulate them against his soft tongue. It made me groan and rock my hips over him. I was wet and I wanted him inside me. I waited until his mouth unlatched from my chest and started to grab for his erection.

“Raw?” He asked.