Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 235

Chapter 235: Heal With Me 

Brianna

Callan's jaw looks sharp from this angle and his eyes pierced me in a heated stare across every divot and curve of my body and face. He was really looking at me and I felt seen, but I also felt vulnerable.

“Am I enough?” My damaged ass asked him mid thrust.

He used to fuck with everyone, am I enough for him now he has promised himself to me? His eyes shot up to mine and although he didn't stop thrusting into me, it felt like we had a moment's pause.

“Do you feel this?” He pressed his hips against mine so his full length was pushed inside me.

“You feel how hard I am for you? Do you feel my urgency to touch you with my hands, my mouth and my body?” He drove into me and ground his hips to rub to my back walls. I cried out for him but he wasn't done answering me.

His body lowered over mine and our faces were aligned which made me blush at my vulnerability right now.

“More than enough.” His gruff voice replied to me before his lips crashed into mine.

I wrapped my legs around him and used the heel of my feet to help pump into me. I twisted my fingers into his hair and ran them down his neck that was lowered so he could fuck me and kiss me at the same time. He said more than enough, he said I am more than enough. My heart fluttered but thumped hard in my chest, this is real. This is actually happening between us. I pumped my legs while he pumped his dick into me and I cried out when his strong arms lifted him off my body and he started driving into me again from his elevated angle. Clap, clap, he didn't stop, he was coaxing a build up again with each new ram of his dick inside me and finding my g-spot every time and pressing over it like a button.

“And how is that for you, Brianna? Am I enough?” He asked me but he sounded sexier saying it. I had been talking about me in general and he knows that, he is talking about every inch he is giving me.

“More,” I gasped.

“More?” He repeated.

“More of you, more.” I panted out as his hips moved in a pistoning motion. I felt the pillow slipping from us as he fucked me harder and faster.

With my leg around him, I was bringing him to me each new time we moved together. I was wide open for him and his dick reached every single place it needed to even more than it needed to. I was crying out for him when I knew I was seconds away from my orgasm ripping through me.

“How is that? You want more?” He gritted his teeth and spoke through a tense jaw as I began to milk him with my clenched walls.

Somehow, he leaned forward enough to actually curl one of his arms around my waist to work me into a bounce over his dick, pumping himself into me with the help of his hold on my waist. Curled around me this way, I could see the sexy flex of his arms and shoulder muscles. I started running my hands all over them as he pulled me down and down onto his thrusting dick.

“Is that enough, little one? I can give you more.” He told me in this strained gritty promise.

He angled his hips slightly in combination with his arm around my body and suddenly I was calling out for him when an orgasm ripped right through me. My limbs began to shake, my walls clenched and convulsed but he still fucked me good and fucked me long. He worked through my gasping and clawing at him to prolong my tingling waves of ecstasy across my body.

“Just like that, yes, baby. Fuck, be a good girl and cum for me.” His voice was almost enough to make me orgasm but he was relentless.

“Callan, shit. Callan!” I cried out for him. He grunted and then grunted one more time when he thrusted high into me and bucked his hips in the jolt of him releasing when he cum with me. 

Our bodies stiffened together and dropped when it was finally dissipating after such an intense release. He pulled the pillow out from under me but laid on top of my body now that it was flat on the bed.

“Give me a kiss.” He ordered me.

Yes, please. I leaned up and captured his lips with mine for a long sensual kiss before I dropped my head back and he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

“Fuck, that was good.” I heard his muffled satisfaction against my throat. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my fingers up the curve of his spine and between his muscled shoulder.

“Every inch of you feels incredible, you know that, right?” He said, pulling his face slightly away to see my reaction. I stupidly blushed, which made his lip twitch in amusement. He gave it a peck and buried his face again. He likes doing that, I have noticed.

He told me once it is because the flesh on my neck and surrounding hair smelt really good. Even sleeping sometimes, his face ends up there. He nuzzles me whether he would admit to that or not. As if he read my mind when I thought to get up and use the bathroom, he squeezed me tight against him.

“Let's just lay here a minute.” His voice was still gruff but his tone was a calm one. I kissed the side of his head and held his massive body against me.

“I really do think it is a good idea, the therapy. I mean, I can go with you, not like with you. I could take you there.” He randomly started talking into my neck and it made me smile.

“Really? You don't think it is dramatic or weird?” I asked him, he sucked his teeth at me for even saying that.

“Only one of us can be mentally fucked up and I am sorry but that person is me.” He joked, well kind of.

It made me laugh and I could feel his smile against my neck when he accomplished that. I knew he was only cracking a joke to make me comfortable and I was, I am actually comfortable. Callan has known some of my deepest darkest secrets since pretty early on in knowing me. After Ezekiel practically kidnapped me and held me at gunpoint, Bryce wanted me to admit to everything and I did but Callan stayed too and for whatever reason I let him. I remembered feeling relieved instead of embarrassed after everything I told them. He made me comfortable enough with him to want him to know some of me. I usually don't want people too close, to know too much. I wanted Callan to know everything there is to know about me and I can only hope he still wants me the way he says he does right now and vice versa.

I hope he slowly opens up to me about some of his deep thoughts and past. Though, I know there are some things he just won't tell me and I don't think I even want to pry into his work and what that entails sometimes. I know he also did a lot in the military and not everyone talks so deeply about that but maybe he will feel connected to me enough to tell me things.

“You could benefit from therapy but I think the therapist would run out screaming if you opened your mouth and actually told her everything.” I nudged him playfully after he had gone quiet. 

He snorted but stayed against my neck, I love his weight on me. He had still been inside but his dick was softening now.

“Some of us are lost causes.” He told me playfully but I knew he held truth to that.

“You aren't a lost cause, Callan.” I sobered up and he stayed quiet.

“I think I can change your mind.” He said after a long silence.

“I know you have done fucked up shit, I know your temper borders on psychotic at times, well, most of the time but you aren't a lost cause. Heal with me.” I said but I felt like I was actually asking. Again, he was quiet.

When I nudged him, he sighed. When his head popped up, I wasn't expecting it and almost flinched.

“Don't do that.” He told me, I tipped my head in confusion.

“Do what?”

His eyes were so obvious when he hovered above me this way. I loved the color of his eyes, his handsome face remained serious though.

“Turn your focus on me or anyone else. You don't owe anyone your attention when you are meant to be focusing on helping yourself. You, Brianna, you tend to put everyone above yourself.” He schooled me.

I felt called out but I guess he isn't wrong. When I pressed my lips together, he still pecked them anyway.

Callan started to lift off me so we could go to the bathroom now. I grabbed his arm before he could leave the bed entirely once we both sat up.

“What does Brianna need?” He asked me. But I didn't have an answer for him for once.