Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 223

Chapter 223: I Want Your Mouth 

Brianna

London was great but my mind was left here in Port Harcourt. Or maybe my heart, I left a piece of me in PH, so even though I had a great and successful weekend, I have never wanted to go home more in my life than I do on my way back to Port Harcourt, home. Yes, I guess I finally do consider PH my home.

This was the first time I came into the airport and a bulldog man with a sign wasn't waiting there for me to drive me home. That is because Donatella had her team arrange for my transportation. There was still a man with a sign, just a different man with a different sign. I had called my brother to tell him I landed and he told me he was working but I wanted to know where Callan is. Now that we have had some time apart, I want to talk to him. I chickened out when thinking of asking my brother where his best friend was. Instead, I texted Gelo even though he lost my trust when he went and told Callan about Roy, who in turn told my brother about it.

'He is home, I am actually with him. We were about to go meet up with your brother.’ Gelo told me.

My heart skipped a beat because I was now home in the same building. I wanted to see him and I asked Gelo what he thought about that.

'Come up.’ he replied.

I stared at the message while my nerves filled me up inside. Should I face him? How much longer are we going to keep waiting to address the things we have both been denying for almost a year? It is time. When I went up to the penthouse, the elevator pinged, opening the door I heard Callan's voice.

“Who the fuck is that?” He said, which means Gelo didn't warn him that I would be coming up.

Callan was already walking halfway across the apartment to confront whoever just came into his home uninvited. He stood short when he saw it was just me standing sheepish and nervously. His feet stopped one and then the other to leave him at a pause about five feet away. He had been reaching behind his back for his gun but let his hands come down by his sides when his face smoothed over into this blank expression he is so good at giving. Gelo came up behind his cousin and nodded to me.

“I will let you two talk.” He said, walking past the both of us to call for the elevator.

Callan hasn't spoken, he just looked at me without saying a word. I wish I could say I could understand his expression to me, but I can't. I can't read him, he stood in a fitted t-shirt and jeans which highlighted the ink leading up his arms and down his hands. He looked so good in that shirt, it made his other dark hair all over his face and head seem even a shade darker which in turn makes his beautiful eyes a shade lighter. I thought he might scream at me, tell me to leave. His jaw was sharp and his shoulders were rounded in defense but he didn't say anything. His lips just parted slightly at the sight of me here uninvited.

“Hi,” I squeaked out when I couldn't take the pressure of our staring anymore.

I took two steps forward and his eyes shot down to my moving body and back to me.

“What are you doing here?” He finally asked but he looked off kilter. I stopped walking.

Our eyes locked and he was clearly anticipating my next move, I hadn't answered his questions but he didn't ask it again. I just stepped forward, closing the gap between us before I went up on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He sucked in a small breath but I captured it with my lips that I pressed against his. He wasn't expecting this, I could tell by how he almost lost balance when I came up against him. Without thinking, his arms came around me and he hugged me against his and slid his hand up into my hair to continue the kiss. I started to bring my legs up and around his torso, which he quickly responded to when he let his hands come down to my ass to hold me up. He started walking to his floating staircase to bring us up, we never stopped the kiss. We were grabbing each other's hand and holding on tightly to one another. He kicked his bedroom door open and walked us inside, we finally parted lips just long enough for him to order me.

“Get underessed.” He commanded.

He placed me on my feet and I started removing all my clothes as he watched. His hands were slowly undoing the button of his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head but still his eyes stayed fixed on me. I removed everything but my panties and when I stood in front of him, his gaze was hot across my flesh. He shook his head no and repeated.

“All of it.” He wants my panties gone too.

Hooking my fingers into the band, I slowly dragged them over the curve of my hip before letting them drop entirely to the ground around my ankles. His hand came forward and he helped me step out of them so he could toss me onto the bed. I gasped at the quickness of it.

“Are you healed enough, Brianna? Because I don't want to hold back.” He warned me, I took my lip into my mouth and nodded yes. I wanted the whole thing.

He dropped his pants but left his boxers and climbed into the bed. He lifted one of my legs until my ankle was resting on his shoulder. Slowly, he let his fingertips drift down my leg as his lip began kissing the same way from my inner ankle down past my knee. The more he lowered himself, the more my leg started to hook over his shoulder. His warm lips felt good against my flesh. He took the next leg and placed my ankle on his broad shoulder, he placed a kiss on my ankle and looked down at me. His fingers trailed down my calf and he kissed me again just below the knee. My legs were open to him, which means my exposed pussy could feel the cooler air against my heated center. I wanted to yank him by the hair to get to my core to lick me. I want his mouth on me right now, I have missed this too mouth. Looking up at this sculpted tan man with bedroom eyes on me, my inside fluttered. I had the power to hurt Callan Harold. He might like the sex but he also liked me. Why else would he tell Bryce he would date me?

Let us speak with our bodies first, it is what he is better at anyway. His lips feathered down my inner thigh and I whimpered for him to stop this slow torture on me.

“What is it? What do you want, Brianna?” His sexy bedroom voice was gruff and taunting.

“I want your mouth, Callan, please.” I should be ashamed to beg but I am not. I saw the tip of his lips turn up, finally he started settling between my legs with both of them draped over his shoulders.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy, Brianna, huh? Do you want me to eat your pussy, baby girl?”

I loved it when he talks like that, his voice is so damn hot and it works me up even more. Even without the start of his touch.

“Yes,” I breathed.

It was enough for him, he hummed in satisfaction and brought his mouth down over my mound to suck. I bit my lip and tipped my hips for him, he started licking through my folds and circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. His thumbs came and spread my folds so he could lick deeper and awaken the urge inside me. It made me arch my back at his mercy. Slowly, those thumbs toyed with my entrance while his tongue pushed in and out of it. He dragged his tongue up again and french kissed my clit the way he knows I like.

“Again,” I breathed.

I was grabbing the sheet in anticipation and he listened. He parted my legs further and french kisses my clit repeatedly until he got a little moan out of me. His mouth is so skilled over my pussy, his tempo shifts and keep on my toes in the best way. I never know what I will feel next from him. A soft graze of teeth over my bundle of nerves, the teasing of his tongue through my folds and fingers sinking into me unexpectedly. It was pure bliss.