Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Fúck Your Pussy With Your Fingers

Brianna

'Are you still in your rope, Brianna?’ Callan asked, he wanted to know what I was up to. Maybe he was touching himself too, I will give him a visual.

'I dropped my rope, I am naked on the bed with my hands between my legs like you told me to. I am teasing my nipples for you and rubbing my clit at the thought of you being there instead.’ I sent and got a response shortly.

'Fuck.'

He took a second before starting to write again which makes me believe he might actually be jerking off and that was so hot to me.

'Fuck your pussy with your fingers, Brianna. I am not gentle.” He warned.

'Taste yourself, I bet you are fucking delicious and then slap your throbbing clit, princess. Rub your soaked pussy until you cum.’

I was so incredibly turned on, I was soaked for him just like he assumed I was. I played with my nipples and slapped my pussy the way he asked me too. My back arched and I started to thrust my fingers into my pussy, collecting the juice and bringing it up to rub over my clit. I didn't stop this time, I rubbed myself until my thighs began to shake and I bit my lip to keep quiet and teased my core until I fell over the edge and cum all over my fingers.

'Fuck.' I sent it.

‘'Did you cum, baby girl.’ His words were sexy and I wish I could continue this conversation all night but something tell he is going to end it now that we both got what we want.

'Yes, I cum for you, Callan.' I personalize it by saying his name the way he keeps saying mine.

'Good girl.’ he said, I didn't want it to end there so I asked.

‘'Were you touching yourself?’ I asked.

'I fisted my díck the second you sent that picture.’ His response made me feel good, my insides were fluttering not just from my orgasm but from the butterflies he gave me. I affected him and that made me feel so powerful.

'Good, I hope you cum all over yourself pretending it was me you made a mess of.’

Gosh, I can't recognize myself again. Since when do I talk like this?

'Fuck, I did and now that I have cum, this is done. Don't text me any pictures again.’ he suddenly shut me down, I became embarrassed and surprised.

I thought he liked it? Why is he telling me never to do it again? I am mortified, I couldn't even think of what to say in response. It was such a turn that I was so lost as to where it came from. He indulged me this one time and that was it? Did he even want to participate then or did I just virtually throw myself at him and make a fool of myself? I cringed with shame, I couldn't find the word so I just threw my phone away from me and rushed to get dressed. I can't respond to that, there is nothing to say.

If I thought the masturbating incident was bad, this is far worse and I couldn't avoid him then but I can avoid him now. I was just rejected by the hottest man on the planet, a man who even admitted he lacks self control. That means he wasn't very into this. If he can so easily tell me never to do it again, tears of frustration and shame came into my eyes but I blinked them away. I buried myself in my bedding and tried to just fall asleep, I have work tomorrow. I need the rest, I had just felt so good and now I find myself feeling so bad. I thought he liked it, I was so dumb.

*****

I felt so debased last weekend after I let myself be vulnerable to the man that shut me down. I have been avoiding him ever since then and I have been successful doing it. I re-read that conversation so many times seeing how hot it all was and how cold of an ending it became. He said he jerked off so obviously to some extent he was turned on but just not enough to want more of it. I had been trying to forget about it but I just couldn't, to avoid this unpleasant feeling that had been looming in my gut all weekend, I said yes to Zaveri when he asked if I wanted to grab lunch on Sunday, my day off. He didn't have any sessions until late afternoon so he said he would be around.

I wanted to dress casually since the weather was exceptionally warm. I decided on wearing my mint colored wide leg trousers and floral cotton corset top. I had all the yummy accessories including my layered gold chain butterfly necklace. We were meeting up at a lunch spot I wasn't familiar with, he just gave me a pin and I gave it to the car I ordered to take me there. I ended up recognizing we were in the restaurant owned by Harold's family. Lucky when we pulled up to the place, I saw it wasn't the same one I have been to. It looks like a cafe that serves sandwiches and things.

“It was actually your brother who showed me this place, the sandwiches are damn good.” Zaveri said as he entered.

When we sat across a table from each other, I got a good look at the man. His hair was sandy colored and not that dark like Callan has and I don't know why I am comparing but I was looking at his features and kept thinking about how Callan looked even better. I better stop thinking of him. Once we placed our orders, we felt comfortable talking.

“Do you miss Asaba? I am sure you left some friends there.” He asked and I chuckled.

“My friends there were pretty superficial, I feel like they liked the aesthetic of people more than the people themselves. Do you get what I mean?” I almost felt silly for admitting to that.

“Yes, I get it. Honestly, you can find crowds like that here too.”

“I guess I do miss some aspects of Asaba, the weather is better year round and there was a lot of pretty stuff to see. They have mountains out there and all the coastline stuff, it is nice.” I said as I started to reminisce for a moment.

“What else don't I know about you?” He asked, he seemed very focused on me today.

Aside from the conversation we have inside the shop, I guess I haven't really given much of my back story from the ones he knows from my brother. When we went out these past few weekends, it was always to a loud place where conversations like these weren't held.

“There isn't much else to say about me.” I shrugged, he looked me over and shook his head.

“Why don't I believe that is true?” I didn't know what else to say so I took a bite of my food.

“Okay, interrogator, what about you?” I decided to turn the table on him.

He pressed his lips together and rolled his eyes up the ceiling while he thought over it.

“I think we have told you the majority of it already. Our parents and how we got the shop, we have told some funny old stories of me and my sister back in high school. I am not sure what else.” He scratched his chin.

“How did you meet my brother? Was it through tattooing?” I decided that was a safer topic than my past.