Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Save Yourself For Me 

Brianna

When I got back home from work, I stopped in the entryway to my room when I saw something laid out across my bed. A huge round box with at least three dozen roses starting with red roses outlining the circle and in the middle well all pink. Alongside it was a bottle of champagne, a Chanel gift bag and these special desserts that are only sold in Port Harcourt bakery. Wait?  I rushed forward and looked for a note card.

'Dreams can always become realities, live your, Brianna….Callan.'

My heart fluttered in my chest, I looked down at everything there. He didn't have to congratulate me, but then I snatched the bag. I gaped at how beautiful it was, earrings and pearl necklace set with the same symbol that was in the bag set in diamond encrusted gold clasp. I hugged it against me and squealed. It was afternoon over there and I couldn't resist texting him.

'I just came home from work to a very lovely and incredible gift. I love it, Callan. Thank you, you don't have to do so much.’

It took a while for him to respond but when he did, my heart fluttered again.

'It is not everyday someone gets accepted into vogue. Is the jewelry alright? I picked it myself and honestly I have no knowledge of what is trendy.’

‘No, it is perfect, all of it. I am sending you a picture now.’ I said to him and forwarded myself, laying across the bed with all the gifts.

‘I barely have a glimpse of you.’ He complained about the picture because the gifts were at the front.

'Are you alone, I can send you a close up, I am getting changed.’ I teased him, it took him a few minutes but then he wrote back.

'I am alone now.’

A surge of adrenaline went through me at the thrill of sending him a naughty picture. I know we said we would stay away from each other, but we have already broken that promise to my brother. So I put on a sexy silk cami and matching thong set and angled my body to look curviest and sexiest. I snapped a picture and sent it to him.

'Fuck,’ 

I love it when he does that because I know that one word holds so much weight.

'Now, I have an erection at work.’ he complained.

'Then fix it.’ I tease him again.

‘You want me to stroke my dick to your pictures while I am at work?’ he asked, knowing damn well that is exactly what I wanted.

'The image of you jerking off to my picture at work is turning me on.’

'Gosh, if you are in front of me now, I would fucjin devour you.’ I wished he was here, I want to be touched by him again.

'Are you alone? Touch your pussy for me.’ His words brought heat into my stomach.

This reminded me of the first time I ever sent him a risky text after a night out. I was in my robe.

'Okay, panties on or off?’ I asked.

'Just push the panties aside and tell me if you are wet.’ He replied but I knew I was already.

As soon as he gave me the image of him stroking himself, it lit that fire inside me that only he can put out and then reignite again.

'I am wet for you, Callan.’

Suddenly my phone started ringing and my stomach flipped. I picked up the call sheepishly.

“Hello?” His voice came out thick and gruff.

“I have my headphones on so I can talk to you and look at your pictures at the same time. Fúck, Brianna, you look so good.” He said.

“Why do you call?” I asked stupidly.

“Because I wanted to hear those pretty little moans you give me when you cum. Now, listen to me.” He brought me to attention with that deep voice.

“Tell me again, are you wet, Brianna?” 

He wanted to hear me say the words I last texted him. I swallowed my nerves and adjusted the phone, so I could talk and descend my hand between my legs.

“I am wet for you, Callan.” I repeated my words, he groaned into the phone.

“Good girl, sink your fingers in, baby. Touch your pussy for me.” His orders were so hot.

“Are you doing anything about that erection?” I asked, he chuckled in this deep sexy way that sent another thrill through me.

“My dick is in my hand, thanks to you.” He replied and I was satisfied.

“Wet your fingers, pretend it was me stroking you after touching myself.” I got brave and told him in the sexiest voice I could muster. I hope I don't sound dumb but by the way he cursed under his breath, I think he liked it.

“You are so sexy.” He muttered and I could hear in his voice that he was straining. I started to work my fingers into me like he told me to.

“Play with your clit, Brianna. Make yourself shake but don't you dare cum.” He warned me in a kowe octave, now that his voice was strained. My breathing picked up and when I released a little breathy moan, he cursed again.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked.

“Yes, I want you inside me.” I breathed.

“I would sink this dick so deep into you and I would give you reason to lose your breath.” He groaned and it was the sexiest thing knowing he was jerking himself right now.

“Where would you let me cum if you were here, huh?” He asked.

“Anywhere,” I breathed and he groaned again.

“I want to cum all over you, make you mine.” He practically growled, I moaned at his words.

I couldn't help it. Between my fingers working my own clit and his sexy talk, I was really building up to the  point of almost climaxing. He told me I couldn't yet so I eased back.

“Would you like that, Brianna?” 

“Yes,” I replied all too quickly.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I didn't know this little dirty side existed in me until I met Callan.

“Cum, Brianna and let me hear you so I can cum as well.” He ordered suddenly. He had worked himself up and now he wants release. 

“Callan,” I breathed, working my finger quicker. I moaned into the phone for him in my soft breathy way that he seems to love.

“Fúck,” he muttered and I thought I could hear him moving a little bit too.

“Look at my picture, Callan. Where do you want to cum?” I instigate his finish now that my orgasm was simmering down. My quivering release was something I didn't even realize I needed so badly.

“All over your pretty fucking breasts and stomach and I would make a mess of you.” He strained and then grunted. I know he just finished, both our breathing was audible for a moment while we tried to catch our breaths. When I giggled he asked why.

“This is the first time I have ever had phone sex.” I admitted to him. He thought for a second and then hummed.

“Me too, actually.” I bit my lip and had an idea.

“The next time you want to release, I want you to come to me.” I admitted to him.

“Oh, yea? You want to claim my cum.” He chuckled.

“I don't really want anyone else to.” I said softly and he sighed.

“Brianna?” He used that tone that I hate.

“What?” my gut at the thought of him out there fucking around with other women.

“You don't want me to claim it?” I asked him when he didn't respond.

“I do,” he replied.

It made me feel a little bit better. If I can give him release, then he won't seek it elsewhere. I really hate myself for this but I don't like the geekon in my gut at the idea of him with anyone else. The same way he doesn't like me showing myself off. 

“I didn't let anyone touch me yesterday, I was with Jane and another female friend.” I stupidly wanted to tell him.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes,” he seemed to hum in satisfaction.

“Good girl, save yourself for me.” He said and I was curious what we were starting here. But I didn't want to ruin the sexy talk and fun by trying to make it anything too serious.

For how, let this be whatever it is. When I heard the front door, I snorted and whispered.

“Your sister is back.” I said.

“Don't forget to send me your outfit tomorrow morning, I better be waking up to a picture of you in that necklace I bought you.”

“I will,” I smiled and hung up.

Whatever this flirty thing we are doing, I really like it. The distance feels more obvious whenever I think of him. I came to London to live out my dream but I also came here to put a distance between us. Just one month and we failed the first time I saw him again.