Somewhere New (Isle of Doughnut #1)

Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY

CALLUM

A n involuntary rumble rose in my chest as I pressed my lips to Aster’s. I’d thought hugging him was wonderful, but this—even for the short seconds our mouths had been tentatively brushing together—was something else. I needed Aster’s vocabulary to do describing his kisses justice.

Closeness on a whole other level, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

His lips were soft and slightly chapped, warm as they gently moved with mine. I rucked my hands up his jumper-clad back, pressing firmly, and his breath ghosted across my face. When his lips parted, I moved my tongue forwards to trace them.

Aster groaned and the hands grasping the back of my neck tightened, bringing our bodies slamming into one another. I would feel embarrassed by the obvious evidence I was turned on by a fairly chaste kiss if my erection didn’t rub alongside Aster’s with every one of his panted breaths .

‘Fuck,’ he breathed in the short moments when our lips parted. ‘Fuck. Fuck.’

I moaned when his tongue met mine, and all tentativeness between us fled. I knew, without a doubt, that Aster wanted this. He wanted every ounce of being together that I did. He plastered himself to my front, our groins rubbing together as he rolled his hips. I moaned again, the sound caught by his questing tongue.

Eventually, Aster got too breathless to continue. I leant down as he pulled back, pressing into the familiar crook of his neck. Where before I’d restrained myself to nudging my nose into his skin, I kissed across the random pattern of freckles I’d become so well acquainted with.

‘Fuck, Cal,’ Aster panted, his hands bunched in the collar of my jacket. ‘I am speechless. You have robbed me of the power of speech. I have literally no words.’

I grinned into the smooth expanse of his neck. He groaned when I licked across his collarbone, chasing the unique scent coating his skin.

‘Right. So. In other relationships it is well established that I wasn’t as up front as I could have been,’ Aster said breathlessly. ‘And we’ve done good at that. We know what we’re getting into here. But I have the feeling that being crystal clear about my wants and needs will be helpful. Like, we want to avoid another week of blue balls because I didn’t think to say I really fucking wanted you to kiss me. Not that it wasn’t worth the wait. But still.’

I pressed blunt teeth into Aster’s neck. His scent was everywhere, growing stronger every moment he moved against me. Wild flowers and crashing waves and crisp spring mornings. I wanted to submerge myself in it.

‘So. Clearness. That’s what I’m doing.’ Aster ground our groins together. ‘What I would like to do, if you are amenable, is move this party into the cabin. Perhaps to the sofa, since that’s the nearest available flat surface. And on that flat surface I would like to kiss and generally rub up on one another until mind-blowing orgasms occur.’

I paused kissing Aster’s neck, my brain short-circuiting. Before I could consider whether I’d be displaying too much strength, I hooked my hands under Aster’s thighs.

He laughed as his legs twined around my waist, his arms braced behind my neck as I walked towards the open door. ‘You’re amenable, then?’

I wasn’t a big talker at the best of times. With the prospect of moving with Aster as he found release, of getting a shot of his undiluted scent as he came, I was reduced to inarticulate sounds. Nodding, I kicked the cabin door shut and lowered him onto the sofa.

His eyes were half lidded, his chest rising with laboured breaths. His jeans stretched over a hard bulge, which became more obvious when his knees fell open.

I couldn’t have moved at human speed when I launched myself on top of him. Thankfully, he swallowed any questions about how quickly I situated myself between his thighs as my lips descended on his.

All gentleness fled. Aster was right: being crystal clear helped. I knew Aster wanted this, so no doubts had a chance at holding me back. My hips glided across Aster’s and he jerked up to meet each movement. The friction was incredible, sparking pleasure in my groin, up through my stomach, down my legs.

I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to change anything. Aster’s hands found their way under my shirt, his fingers dragging down my back. I braced on my elbows, my hands clutching his shoulders to provide extra leverage to grind against him.

We kissed constantly, our lips and tongues—and occasionally teeth—clashing. It felt a little like a fight, like we wrestled for control neither of us was especially invested in retaining. Each time Aster paused for breath, I kissed across his cheeks, his forehead, then was dragged back to his mouth when he decided oxygen was secondary.

I thought I would be first to come, my orgasm racing towards me as we rubbed together with increasing urgency, but Aster tore his mouth from mine and arched his back. He moaned incomprehensible words as the scent of his release blasted over me.

He was absolutely beautiful as he lost control. I couldn’t help but follow, happily drowning in his scent. My hips stuttered as my orgasm roared to life. I’d thought they were good in the shower, sniffing the faint echoes of Aster’s release, but they had nothing on this.

Aster’s unfiltered pleasure surrounded me. His scent was potent, but that wasn’t the only thing powering me through the longest orgasm I’d ever experienced. I didn’t have to settle for just smelling Aster. I looked down at him as his face pulled taut with pleasure, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he moaned brokenly. His hands clutched at my back, the fingernails clawing into my skin providing a counterpoint of pain that made my pleasure all the more heightened.

My orgasm crested, spiralling out through my thighs and chest, tightening the muscles in my neck and arms, then settled into gentle aftershocks of pleasure that stretched across my whole body. Boneless, I lowered myself carefully on top of Aster. I’d have to move soon—I didn’t want to crush him and the wetness in our boxers would become sticky and unpleasant—but not right now. I wanted to stay in the perfect ring of Aster’s arms and drink in this mind-blowing intimacy. I already knew I would never get enough of it.

Aster’s hands moved lazily across my back, his hips twitching occasionally. ‘Fuck, Cal.’

I licked my swollen lips as I raised my head. Aster looked utterly blissed out, his cheeks tinged pink and eyes closed. His lips were a shocking red, turned upwards into an absentminded smile.

Even though everything about him screamed that he’d had as pleasurable an experience as me, I had to check. ‘Was that okay?’

Aster’s eyes opened. His smile grew. ‘Fuck, yes. Finally. I can’t believe this has happened. In the best possible way. When can it happen again?’

He huffed out a laugh as I lowered my head to bite at his neck, concealing the widest smile against his skin.