Chapter 9: He Has A Beautiful Díck

Chapter 9: He has A Beautiful Díck

Brianna

“I am so sorry, I had no idea it cost that much, I…I am not used to this.” I stuttered and waved around at the luxury.

Callan slipped his hands in his slack pocket while making his shoulder to widen out and he used his height to look down at me on the sofa.

“Did you enjoy it?” He surprised me by asking.

I looked down at the mostly emptied glass in my hand and I nodded my head as a typical village girl I was. He liked his lips which sent heat through my body from my cheek down to my throbbing core. With a curt nod, he turned on his heel and went up his fancy floating staircase and I could only breathe once he was completely out of sight. Was he mad or did he not care? He doesn't react to things and it was incredibly disorienting for someone not to show any emotions, not even a hint. His face and voice are both serious and deep, I would have to see him angry.

Drinking my last sip of the wine, I savored it before standing up to clean my mess. I was told he was a particular man and I didn't want him upset about the food on the table. I washed the glass and replaced it where I found it and gathered the leftovers after making a plate for my brother. I also made one for Calllan since I had already made one for Bryce. I put the rest of the food away and covered the plate on the counter to go find Callan and tell him where he could grab the food.

I had long turned off the movie on the television, he doesn't seem like a fan and I won't monopolize his living room. My father hated when anyone tried running the television in the house with anything but what he wanted on there. And now that he is home, I would go to my room and give him space but first I told him I made food ready for him. I walked upstairs and down half the hall before I paused, unsure what to do. Do I wait for him to come out of his room or try knocking? But his room door was wide open, I took a breath and decided just to walk down there. I would only stand by the door, I won't enter or anything.

My feet are small and quiet, I know I have been told that I am like a ghost in the house and years of practice made me invisible but sometimes, I forget people aren't used to it. When I appeared at his doorway, I knew he hadn't heard me coming, I knew because I walked in on one of the worst moments I could have possibly stuck myself in and instead of reacting like a normal human being who was shocked, embarrassed and ran away. I instead stopped and stared.

In the relaxed version of his suit, coat off and sleeve rolled up to the elhot, his pants were on but undone. He was leaning on the masculine headboard of his massive bed with his dick in his hand. If I wasn't sure that he was all man, then I do know now. This tall, muscular, handsome and terrifying man wasn't just gorgeous and serious and even mean. He was also fully erected in his hand and has the biggest and most attractive dick I have ever seen. I shouldn't have stared at it when I walked in on something clearly not meant for me, I should have shut my eyes and apologize or gasp or done any normal human reaction but I didn't.

He had his phone in my hand while he stroked himself with the other but as soon as my figure appeared, he let the phone go. He didn't stop stroking his dick either, instead his eyes snapped up to mine and they were heated, although I don't know what emotions attached. His eyes blazed and we were both encapsulated in this moment. We both had a choice, I could have ran but he also could have stopped. Neither of us did, his dick is stiff, thick and long and the head was swollen as his tattooed hand worked from bases to tip in long smooth strokes. All while he focused on me watching him and when he bit his lip, my insides flooded and I felt my panties soaked in second.

I have seen men sure but not like this. The air in my lungs ceased and my heart beat so fucking quickly. I have never been attracted to this, to a man pleasuring himself but with Callan right now, I could not look away. His head tipped slightly back when he started to jerk himself with more intent and the sexy sound coming out of his mouth. My lips parted at the sight of him, I wish he was fully naked so I could see what lay beneath. I could see his arm muscles flex in strain and the sight was incredible. His corded forearms were visible to me and they had tattoos too. I couldn't concentrate on that, not when he was stroking his dick in front of me with his eyes on me and not on himself.

I wanted to watch him finish, I saw the build up forming inside him by the flex of his body, the slight tipping of his hips but then I heard the ding downstairs that told me Bryce is at home. Now I gaped and ran away. It was only when I shut my own doors and slid down that I realized the true weight of what I had just done. Gosh, what was I thinking? I just watched my brother's best friend jerk off, like an idiot little girl. I gaped at his beautiful dick like a helpless fool, he didn't stop me but then again, he never reacts to anything. Maybe he was shocked or embarrassed, no he wasn't but I was. How can I face him now?

The gravity of this hit me with each new moment I could from thoughts. Something I hadn't been doing while standing in his open doorway clearly. I mean, he left his door open so he can't blame me for watching. He shouldn't have shut the door if he wanted to please himself but instead he left it open. Did he actually want me to see that? I know I shouldn't have gone down the hallway, I was told not to by my brother but still how could I have guessed what I had seen.

I hated how turned on I am right now, like an animal on heat. I was flushed and panting behind my locked room and I couldn't close my eyes without seeing him, his large tattooed hand stroking up and down his thick length. Every inch of him, I can't imagine what he can do with it. I almost jumped out of my own skin when a knock sounded on the door.

“Yes?” I asked too quickly and there was a second pause which made me incredibly nervous until it was my brother's unassuming voice I heard.