Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 159

Chapter 159: I Hate That Man

Brianna

“Let’s get out of here then, I don't have the fitting until tomorrow. So I don't have any work, unless you do?” I asked Andrew.

“Nothing of very much importance comes to mind.” He smirked, running his fingers up my back. 

We both stood up and he took my hand which I am not even used to. I glanced down at it but I didn't pull it away.

“I am still staying at the hotel, but you lived with your brother, correct? I think we should go to my hotel.” He suggested and I agreed.

I would never bring him into that building, ever. It is a kind of hotel with a kitchenette and stuff so he is living comfortably for now. They didn't rent any particular place aside from Dontalla who knows where she is.

When we got to his room, he wasted no time chatting or easing into the room. He pulled me to him and gave me the kind of kiss he wanted to give me at the cafe. His lips are averaged sized but feel nice against mine. He deepened the kiss with tongue and let the hands that had been on my waist moved downward until he was cupping my backside. He groaned when he squeezed my ass cheeks.

“Let's undress. I have too many damn layers.” He complained which made me laugh. He is in a full suit so I understand, although I have been with a man in a suit many times before and we had no problem taking those layers off together. Stop thinking about him.

I turned my attention to Andrew whose body was becoming more exposed to me with every new layer he removed. His toffee skin is smooth and his abs are ridged in the best way. I started to undress myself but I stayed watching him move because he did so with his own kind of finesse. Not the dark finesse of.. stop thinking about him. I had to scold myself. I need to be present at the moment. When Andrew pulled me to his naked body, it helped bring me back from the depth of my mind I would enter. He had got a nice díck, not too big or thick. Just average or maybe I am comparing it to…. stop it Brianna. I hate myself for thinking about the other man. 

He started to kiss my neck, I could feel his stiff length against me as he walked us backwards onto the bed. His movement became more urgent and he kissed me feverishly.

“I haven't had sex since the last time we had it in London. I am worked up.” He let me know. So he hasn't slept with anyone else? That was a first, I haven't either but then again, I was never the problem.

He groped my breasts and kissed my mouth a little bit while laying between my legs. I could feel his need against me again.

“You want to go straight to the sex, huh?” I understood his insinuation.

“Please,” he groaned against my lips, I shrugged okay and let him play with my clit a little bit just to get me wet. It felt good but I couldn't shut my eyes right now. The wrong image was coming to me.

When he started rubbing his tips over my clit, I bit my lip. He started to go lower and I stopped him.

“The condom,” I reminded him.

I don't want to have sex without protection, I have before but only with…stop it Brianna, stop thinking about him, he doesn't care about you.

I brought my hands up and rubbed over his sexy abs.

“Gosh, I have been waiting for this.” He came between my legs again and lined up at my entrance and when he pushed into me, we both groaned.

He started working himself in and out of me, our sex was good and I have nothing to complain about. I just know I have had the best already and I don't know if I will ever feel it again. Can anyone make me feel the way Callan made him feel? I want someone to, anyone, I just need it.

“Shit,” he groaned when he started working a little faster. I needed to stop zoning out and it isn't fair to Andrew.

I started moving my hips a lot more, meeting his thrust for thrust. He tucked his face into my neck and groaned repeatedly at my milking him with a tight grip and rolling hips.

“Rub your clit while I am inside you, Brianna. I want you to cum before I do.” He told me.

It is not that he can't last long but he hadn't had sex in weeks, so he was worked up. Not everyone can have the kind of stamina Ca…fucking shit, will this ever stop? Don't think about him.

I licked my fingers and brought them down between my legs and started to stimulate my clit while he continued to work himself into me. I got myself to moan which made him groan.

“Shit, watching you touch yourself only turns me on more. You are so sexy, Brianna.” He kissed my lips and I kissed him back but focused on rubbing over myself.

I need release and if I don't find it here, I may scream. I started tipping my hips up more as I was building myself up alongside him. He would curl his hips to rub the tip over my back walls, my eyes momentarily shut when I started really rubbing into my clit. Sexy muscles, tattooed rough hands, a voice that made me melt and a piercing gaze.

My eyes snapped open, Andrew's handsome face was above me and he licked his lips at the sight of me, totally immersed in this. I felt guilty, I was letting someone else into the bed with us today and it isn't right. My head tipped back when the double stimulation of him pumping into me and me rubbing my sensitive clit was about to set me off.

“Yes…fuck, I feel you clenching, Brianna. Cum for me.” He groaned, my thighs began to shake and when my eyes closed, I couldn't fight what came to me or  I would lose the build up.

Tattoos, dark stubble, pink lips, dirty words. The allures of a dangerous man, the all consuming presence that has stained me and left me different than how I had been.

'Cum for me, baby girl.’ I heard Callan's voice faintly in the back of my mind.

“Oh my goodness.” I fell into it.

I began my climax which triggered him, he thrusted into me more forcefully several times while I quivered and he stiffened.

“Shit, I needed that.” He laid himself on top of me and pecked my cheek. I stared up at the ceiling.

‘I own your pleasure.’ that deep gravelly voice echoed in the back of my mind. Callan told me that once and I should have believed him, he isn't even with me. Yet I was cuming just for him when he asked me to and I hate myself.

“Brianna, are you alright?” Andrew's handsome face hovered over me when he saw me blankly staring at the ceiling of this hotel room. I blinked and brought a half smile to my lips.

“Of course, just catching my breath.” His handsome grin grew and he pecked me one more time before going to use the bathroom.

I went back to staring at the ceiling.