Somewhere New (Isle of Doughnut #1)

Chapter Twenty-One

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ASTER

‘ B e cool,’ I whispered as I pulled on my Hulk pyjama bottoms. ‘We’re going for casual, Aster. Ice cold and chill.’

The pep talk while I changed for bed was essential. I’d been anything but cool after what happened with Callum this afternoon. How was I meant to write reports and feed Tiny Tim when inside my head was the recently gained knowledge of what Callum looked like—and sounded like and moved like—when he came? It seemed flagrantly unfair that after a world-altering orgasm, I was expected to continue with normal life.

I’d tried—as I went through the motions of eating dinner and watching TV and petting the goats a distinctly equal amount—to remember if orgasms had always been that good. I wasn’t sure if rubbing on Callum was particularly amazing or if it had been too long since I’d come with another person. Maybe I’d forgotten what a shared orgasm felt like.

I didn’t think that was it. Obviously, I’d enjoyed sex before. It was fun and messy and felt damn good, but orgasming with Callum went beyond all that. Dry humping with him—the tamest of all sexual activities—had blown my other orgasmic experiences clear from the water.

Coming in my pants with Callum was better than full-blown sex with Kimberley, Mark, and Jamie combined. It was different being with someone who was totally into it, who was only thinking of me, who wasn’t going to hurt me.

Callum was all of those things. And he was hot. And kind. And sexy. And I wanted to hear him moaning in pleasure again. Soon.

I took a deep breath and straightened the hem of my loose T-shirt. ‘Be cool,’ I commanded myself.

I opened the bedroom door and leant oh-so-casually against the frame. ‘Hey, Callum.’

He looked up from giving Tim his final bottle of the night. It said something complex about me that I didn’t want to examine too closely that even the sight of Callum feeding a fast-growing goat-baby did strange things to my insides.

‘Hey.’ Callum’s lips ticked up into the shy smile he’d worn all evening. Ever since we came together on the sofa. The sofa he was sitting on right now.

I blinked and shook my head. I needed to focus. Do this right.

‘So, you know how each night I fall asleep on the sofa and then you carry me through to the bedroom? Yeah, you know it. It’s our favourite game.’ I tangled my fingers in the hem of my T-shirt in an attempt to quell the nervous energy threatening to overtake my mouth and cause even more rambling incoherency. ‘I was thinking we could change it up tonight, and maybe we could sleep in the bed together?’

Callum’s face shuttered, fear clouding his eyes as he set down the bottle Tim had finished playing mouth tug of war with. ‘I wouldn’t expect to sleep with you just because we’re doing things.’

‘I know that. That’s not. It’s not because. Gah.’ I twisted my T-shirt. ‘I’m not asking because I feel like I should or because of some weird obligation. I want to sleep in the same bed as you.’

Callum eyed me for long moments before his mouth softened. ‘I want to sleep in the same bed as you too.’

A smile practically split my face in two. ‘Great. We can be bed-sharing buddies.’

Callum nodded, then took the empty bottle over to the steriliser. I tried not to get distracted as he turned away, but his jeans were incredibly tight. Like, they could be painted on with how little they left to the imagination.

I wanted nothing left to the imagination.

‘To continue our dialogue of clear and open communication.’ I made sure my eyes were firmly at face level when Callum turned around. ‘I want to state right now that my hope and dream is that we will get into bed together and get naked and touch each other’s dicks until we come again. If you’re up for that, of course.’

Callum could have a low sex drive. Or maybe he wasn’t as into this as I was.

The look on his face banished my doubts. His smile fled, but he hadn’t shut down. No, his face was broadcasting alright. The predatory gleam in his eyes said he was supremely up for naked fun time with me in the near future.

Callum wasn’t especially graceful, but there was a sureness to his movements as he stalked towards me that had my already interested dick perking up even further. If his jeans weren’t so tight and I couldn’t see exactly how excited he was as well, I’d feel ashamed that he didn’t even have to touch me and I was already at half mast.

He crowded me backwards into the bedroom. I stopped when my knees touched the bed so that I could get my mouth up on his.

I couldn’t contain the long moan that escaped as our lips—and tongues—came together. Kissing Callum had so been worth the wait but if scientists could find a way for me to be kissing him twenty-four seven, I would take it. His lips were so goddamn soft and his beard brushed delicately across the skin of my chin and cheeks. It was a good job no one else lived up in the mountains because otherwise there would be comments about the amount of beard burn I’d sustain in the coming weeks. Maybe I’d need to moisturise or something.

Anyway.

I lifted onto my tiptoes to get closer to all the gloriousness of Callum, but the movement overbalanced me. I made a not-at-all-shrieky sound as I fell backwards and landed on the bed.

Callum blinked down at me, his lips parted.

I scooted back so I was more comfortably situated and made grabby hands at him. ‘Come here so that the nakedness and touching can ensue.’

There might come a time when I’d want to hear Callum speak while we got down and dirty, would want to know what was going through his mind as he touched me, but right now it made me feel weirdly powerful that he was reduced to moans and low growly sounds as soon as orgasms loomed near. His eyes darting between my face and the dick tenting my pyjama bottoms, Callum lowered himself on top of me. The sound he made as our bodies aligned was worth a thousand words .

I strained upwards to crash our mouths together and, even without using advanced methods of communication, Callum made it clear he was on board with my getting-naked plan. His warm hands coasted up the sides of my ribcage, taking my T-shirt with them. I lifted my arms and permitted the parting of our lips for three seconds while he rid my top half of clothing.

‘You too,’ I muttered, before tracing the seam of his lips with my tongue.

Callum’s chest rumbled. He was sensibly attired in clothing that could be removed without the necessity of stopping kissing. Which, I had decided, was a crime no man should have to endure. He nudged my clumsy fingers out of the way so that he could undo the buttons of his flannel shirt.

‘Fuck, Callum.’ I pulled away so that I could include visuals in my exploration of his back and chest. Not kissing him might have been a crime, but not getting a good long look at the absolute perfection revealed as he shucked off his shirt was a more heinous act.

I knew he had chest hair. What I didn’t know was how badly I’d want to rub my chest and face and hands on said hair. It tapered down, running in a tantalising line to the top of his jeans. In contrast to the hair on his chest that I wanted to bury my fingers in forever, the broad expanse of his shoulders and muscular back was smooth and warm.

‘Fucking hell.’ I bent to kiss the centre of his chest, then stretched flat to gaze up at him. ‘You are so fucking beautiful.’

He licked his lips as he looked down at me. Although I wasn’t on his whole other plane of physical perfection, with the way his eyes tracked over my nipples and his pupils enlarged as he took in the barely concealed outline of my dick through my pyjama bottoms I didn’t feel too shabby .

‘Jeans too, yeah?’ I said, keen to get a look at all the gloriousness Callum had going on.

He kissed me, long and hard, then shuffled back to stand beside the bed. I tried not to grin too wide as he unbuttoned his jeans and proceeded to peel the clinging fabric from his legs.

He straightened and stood before me in a pair of black boxers that did nothing at all to conceal the dick straining against the fabric. They were dark, so it was hard to tell without closer examination, but I was pretty sure a wet spot marked where the tip pressed near the waistband.

Since my brain was a wonderland, while staring at Callum’s dick I also noticed his thick thighs were dusted with hair. I wanted those thighs wrapped around my waist. Or settled between my legs. Or flexing on either side of my head.

I made myself take a breath as the many options for sexy times flooded my mind. We had weeks to explore one another. There would be time for it all.

For now, nakedness and dick touching was the goal.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my Hulk pyjamas and pushed them off. Callum’s hands froze at the top of his boxers when he saw I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

The look on his face was incredibly affirming. I wanted to snap a picture so that I could gaze upon it any time I doubted anything about myself. Because Callum liked my dick. He liked it a whole lot.

And I liked his.

He didn’t waste any time before pushing down his boxers and kicking them to one side. At this point, I could have developed a complex. He was bigger and wider than me—not monstrously so, but the difference was noticeable—but as he crawled between my legs and lowered himself on top of me, it didn’t seem to matter. Everything about this gorgeous man was bigger and wider than me. I liked that. I liked how he could hold me down—not that he ever would—and take what he wanted.

I wanted to bottle the noises Callum made as our dicks rubbed together, the movement made slick by the amount of pre-cum we were leaking. He growled deep, his stomach vibrating, as his hips moved in an increasingly rough rhythm.

‘Hold on, Cal. Stop for a second.’

Just like that, nervous Callum was back. He reared away, every point of contact between our bodies left suddenly wide and wanting.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ The only evidence he’d been blissed out on how sexy he found me seconds ago was the rough edge to his voice.

I frowned and pulled him close. ‘Naked you being more than zero centimetres away from me at any time is a felony,’ I informed him, pausing talking for one second to appreciate our chests and thighs and dicks coming back into contact. ‘I didn’t ask you to stop because it was bad. I asked you to stop because I wanted to try something to make it better.’

The concern warping Callum’s wildly handsome face fell away as I licked liberally across my palm. I held my hand towards him and he did the same, causing my dick to jump in the narrow space between our bodies.

Callum’s eyes followed my hand as it trailed down my chest. I clasped my dick. A wiggle to the side, and I crooked my fingers around his too.

It was unclear which of us moaned the loudest, but the sounds were swallowed up as Callum’s mouth found mine and our tongues met. We moved in an increasingly frantic rhythm as my hand tightened, both groaning in the spaces between gasped breaths.

I winced as my fingers cramped, and Callum stopped moving his hips.

‘No, don’t stop,’ I whined, even as I extracted my hand and shook out the pain. ‘I’m not used to doing this for two dicks. One dick, very practised. A master you might say. But two…’

I trailed off, unable to monologue when faced with Callum licking long stripes up his palm. I let out a strangled gasp when he reached down and took us both in hand.

‘Your hand was made for this,’ I babbled, as Callum created a perfect tunnel for us to thrust into. ‘You’ve got bigger hands, so it makes sense that you would be superior?—’

Callum cut off my nonsense by pressing his lips into mine. He held himself up with one arm, keeping his weight from crushing me. Instead of jacking up and down, he held his hand still and humped into it.

I tried to help, to press up on my heels and make hip movements of my own, but quickly admitted defeat. I was lost. Lost in the tight hold around my dick, pressing it into Callum’s with every one of his rolling thrusts. Lost to his tongue on mine, his breath across my face, his beard pressing into my skin. Lost to his sounds and the smell of his fresh sweat and the roaring of an incoming orgasm.

‘I’m close, Cal,’ I gasped, in one of the rare moments his mouth parted from mine.

The words spurred him on. His hips jerked faster.

Then his movements stuttered. The deep moan I was already addicted to rumbled through Callum’s chest as his dick jumped next to mine and painted my stomach .

He’d stopped moving, but it was all too much. His eyes scrunched tight, his panting breath on my lips, the warm wetness coating me. I punched my hips up into the tight heat of his hand and came.

Cool people didn’t black out after an orgasm. I prefer to think I took a well-timed nap.

I couldn’t have been out for too long. I opened my eyes to Callum still above me. He’d released our dicks—they nestled next to each other like the sexy-time friends they were—and brought his hand close to his face. He sniffed at the creamy liquid coating his knuckles, then darted out his tongue.

‘No,’ I moaned. My spent dick twitched. ‘You can’t do that. It’s far too sexy and I cannot get another erection right now.’

Callum chuckled as he lowered his hand. I had to close my eyes otherwise the way his neck bobbed as he swallowed would be my literally undoing. He reached to the bedside table for the box of tissues nestled beside the lamp.

I wanted to tell Callum I hadn’t used them when I slept here alone, as he cleaned his hand. I wanted to tell him the only orgasms I’d had in this bed were with him, as he grabbed more tissues to wipe his impressive dick. I wanted to tell him he was the best sexy-times person ever, as he gently mopped my stomach.

But I didn’t say any of that. Callum was reduced to wordlessness while we engaged in humpy times, and apparently my words stayed lodged in my head after a mind- and body- and soul-blowing orgasm.

Dad often wondered aloud if anything could turn off the narration that spilled from my mouth from the moment I woke up to the moment I fell asleep. I didn’t think he’d want to hear about this method of shutting me up .

‘Night, Aster.’ Callum left me starfished in the middle of the bed while he snuggled into my side, his head on my shoulder and arm thrown over my stomach.

Even though words had abandoned me, I managed to lift an arm to thread my fingers through Callum’s sex-mussed hair.

Sharing the bed was my best idea ever.