Somewhere New (Isle of Doughnut #1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CALLUM

B onnie might have had a point about the full moon. Not that I would tell her. Ever.

A few days had passed since Aster and I kissed—then quickly did other things—and I was having difficulty keeping my hands off him. I wanted to touch him always, to press my nose and mouth into his skin, to pull him against me and revel in his heartbeat speeding up.

But I controlled myself. Aster continued to make it clear he wanted me, so I felt a certain amount of free rein to touch him, but each night as he drifted off to sleep I refrained from licking his skin or rubbing on him when my painfully short refractory period made itself known.

I’d thought orgasming once a day in the shower meant my libido was fully switched on. Touching Aster proved that theory wrong.

We came together each morning, Aster’s skin warm with sleep and my fingers curled around our erections. When we met out in the mountains we limited our affection to lingering hugs and kisses, but once we got back to the cabin we couldn’t stop ourselves. Most evenings, we didn’t manage to get our clothes off before moaning out our release. And then we came again in our shared bed each night.

It was a lot of sex. I knew that. But as the morning of the full moon dawned, an itchy yearning coursed through me. Normally, after our morning shared orgasms, I ushered us out of bed. Today, I wanted to stay in this soft cocoon and see how many times I could make Aster gasp.

‘Rise and shine, sleepyhead.’ Aster wriggled out of my arms and stood beside the bed, his hands on his naked hips. He was slimmer than me, his skin acres of freckled smoothness I wanted to run my calloused fingers over. ‘It’s not usually me who has to get you up in the morning. Is this what being a proper adult is like? If so, I don’t like it.’

He rambled as he wandered through to the bathroom. I allowed myself a minute to breathe deeply from the pillow he’d vacated.

I had impeccable self-control. I might want to cage Aster in my arms for the whole day while I kissed every inch of his body, but I wouldn’t. I would do what I did every day. I wasn’t an animal, and I wouldn’t let my baser instincts overcome me.

I’d never had to fight so hard against them. Watching Aster eat porridge was a specific form of torture. Only Tim headbutting my shin to demand a bottle kept me from hurling myself across the sofa. We kissed long and hard before Aster left, and I had to physically tear myself away from him before I carried him back to the bedroom.

The litany of Aster-centric demands in my head quietened when I spent the day far from him. I didn’t trust myself to share lunch together, unsure whether something hungry and uncontrollable would roar to the surface in his presence and initiate a more exposed sexual encounter than he was comfortable with.

I wasn’t going to do anything—even if everything in me was screaming to—that might make Aster feel uncomfortable. The full moon was one day and night. It would pass, and I would go back to my normal level of need for my skin on Aster’s.

The orgasms we shared when we got back to the cabin were intense. I didn’t get us over to the sofa, too consumed by being in Aster’s presence. His back pressed to the closed front door, I made sure to listen to his heartbeat as he rutted with me. Elevated, but at no point did he panic at the strength of my need.

Making dinner felt secondary. I couldn’t focus on the TV programme Aster demanded I watch, too distracted by his hand playing across my thigh. Earlier than normal, I shut the lid of his laptop and pulled him on top of me, careless of the strength I was displaying as I hiked him against my chest and carried him through to the bedroom.

I thought my hunger for him would calm once we shared our usual third orgasm of the day, but as Aster fell back temporarily speechless, I felt as ravenous for him as I had all day.

I’d always felt the pull of the moon. On fulls when up here alone, I’d gone on long walks in its bright light, letting my fangs and claws elongate. I felt a certain freedom in being a little less human than every other day.

It had never affected me like this before. The moon filled me with new energy, and all my more animal side wanted to use that energy for was covering the man beneath me in as much of my scent as possible while I pulled orgasm after orgasm from him .

I needed to move from between Aster’s legs. Usually after I finished cleaning us up, I curled into his side. I listened to his heartbeat as we fell asleep and was shocked each morning when I woke fully rested, no nightmares chasing me to awareness.

Aster reached up to thread his hands through my hair. He pulled me into a gentle kiss. The action brought our groins into contact. My unflagging erection pressed into his skin.

‘Woah.’ Aster’s eyes widened as he looked down. ‘Have you heard of a refractory period, Cal? It’s this thing where normal human beings aren’t immediately ready for another round after their brain has been turned to mush by a mind-boggling orgasm.’

His hands slipped from my hair as I sat back on my heels. I tried not to notice how good he looked with his pale legs spread around me. Even when his penis was soft, I wanted to rub my face on it.

‘I’m sorry.’ I cringed, willing my erection to wilt. ‘I can go deal with it.’

Aster’s hands clamped on to my thighs. He wasn’t strong enough to stop me from climbing from the bed, but I let him keep me here.

‘There will be absolutely no dealing with it alone, my sexy pal.’ Aster glared at me until I nodded, then his expression softened. He rubbed his hands up and down my thighs, making the muscles flex. My skin tingled as his fingertips carded through the sparse hair. ‘I’m not going to be ready to go again for a while, but I love seeing how turned on you are, Cal. I want you to come again here, with me, regardless of whether I do as well.’

I nodded tightly, and Aster’s eyes narrowed .

‘And to be clear, since we’ve established transparent conversations are the ultimate form of foreplay, I want you to do what you want. I like it when you do things that turn you on. If you do anything I don’t like, I promise to tell you. But I want you to go for it. That would be really fucking sexy.’

I stared at him. His heart hadn’t missed a beat. In fact, it sped up while his pupils grew large. His penis, soft against his thigh, twitched when I looked down at it.

Aster wasn’t lying. He wanted me to find my pleasure with him, even if he—as an ordinary human unaffected by the full moon—was spent.

I didn’t want anything horrible. I could recognise that under the rampant drive to rut into every crevice Aster would allow, what I really craved was closeness. The incomparable intimacy of being naked with another person.

Not just another person. I was desperate for the man laying lax before me.

I lowered myself on top of him, my chest rumbling with uncontainable growls as his arms and legs lifted to wind around me. Holding my head up, I stared into Aster’s eyes. Something rose in me that I’d struggle to contain once unleashed. I wanted to make absolutely sure he wouldn’t regret allowing me to stay here with him.

Aster’s mouth pulled into a lazy smile. ‘I like you a lot, Cal,’ he whispered. ‘I like everything we do together.’

I hoped he knew I liked him too, that I loved being close to him. I didn’t ever want it to stop.

I buried my face in his neck to hide the pain reflected there. Part of the deal of us being together was that it would end. Aster was on the island for another month and a half, then he would go back to London. I would go back to being alone .

Our time together a memory.

Shaking off the impending loss of the person I wanted to wake up and fall asleep with for the rest of my life, I focused on a more immediate need clamouring for attention.

I pressed my lips into Aster’s neck. Even in his post-orgasmic lassitude, he responded with a moan. He arched as I licked under the curve of his jaw, brushing his gently hardening length with mine.

‘I take back what I said before,’ Aster murmured as I kissed across his cheek and mouthed his earlobe. ‘I don’t think it’s possible for you to have an orgasm in my general vicinity without my dick trying to get involved.’

I loved listening to Aster talk—whether it was theories about the dramatic social lives of the island’s goats, lengthy monologues about rare flowers, or anecdotes about his dad and Lucas that almost made him laugh too much to keep speaking—but I wanted to kiss him more. As he opened his mouth to continue talking, I pressed my lips to his.

His groan convinced me I’d made the right decision. His movements tinged with the weight that came over him after an orgasm, I delved into his mouth with my tongue. His hands rested on the small of my back, his fingers digging into the dimples above the curve of my bum. His heels rested in the hollows of my knees, his hips twitching as he gradually hardened.

I reached up, balancing my weight on my elbows, to brush my hands through his short hair. It had grown since his arrival on the island. It still wasn’t long enough to do more than wander my fingers across the soft strands, but I loved the feel of it. He washed it with homemade lavender soap. The scent never failed to soothe me.

Aster’s chest heaved. I released his mouth and retraced my steps across his jaw and neck. Licking into his sweat-tinged skin, I pressed my tongue into the hollow between his collarbones and dipped my nose into the hair under his arms. He’d moaned when his deodorant mysteriously went missing the first morning after we slept together, but I loved the natural smell of him. He washed his body with another of his homemade soaps, so all the scents across his skin were natural. And mostly him.

Aster hissed when I laved across his pebbled nipples. His chest was hairless, so nothing hindered me kissing across his pecs and back again, his fingers gripping my back and his thighs tightening around mine.

When his moans on every exhale became desperate, I abandoned his nipples and licked my way down his stomach. I couldn’t help the deep groan that erupted when I encountered the first trail of cum. I’d cleaned him earlier, but it had been cursory. Aster’s skin was salty sweet, coated in a thin layer of his release.

I chased the stripes across his skin. His hands threaded into my hair and his erection rubbed into my chest. Even once I’d cleaned all traces of earlier pleasure from his skin, part of me wanted to stay like this. I wanted Aster to rut into me until new ropes of cum coated my chest and chin. I wanted to be covered in him, to cover him in me.

I breathed into the damp skin of his belly. Every sexual encounter with Aster was intense, but my mind raced with the endless ways I could give the man under me pleasure. Normally, he took the lead. He told me what he wanted, and it was always something I wanted too. Free rein was overwhelming, especially with the moon shining through the curtains and instincts I usually tucked up inside roaming free .

‘You alright, Cal?’ Aster’s fingers twirled in random patterns across my scalp.

I tilted my head to look at him. ‘What do you want me to do?’

He blinked slowly. ‘This is about what you want.’

I lowered my forehead to his stomach. ‘I want too many things,’ I confessed into skin broken by a thin trail of hair.

The hands on my scalp tightened before Aster let out a long breath. ‘Of course, there’s no pressure. No pressure at all. But it did kind of seem like you were doing a thing and had a certain destination in mind.’

I frowned into Aster’s skin, then lifted my head again. The possibilities of what I could do to him felt endless. I couldn’t decipher what he meant.

He sensed my frustration. ‘We’ve established there’s no pressure. We are all aboard the no-pressure train. Choo choo.’

I bit at the skin beneath Aster’s belly button.

He squeaked, and said in a rush, ‘I kind of thought you might give me a blow job.’

I looked up at him. ‘You would like that?’

Aster nodded frantically. ‘Um, yes. Yes I would. Very much. If you would like to. Obviously. But no pressure.’

I shuffled down the bed. His erection rested to the left, following the crease of his thigh. Pearly liquid gathered at the tip, the scent pure and unadulterated Aster.

I lapped at it, pushing my tongue lightly against his foreskin. Aster let out a broken moan as I lowered my head further and circled my lips around him, breathing heavily through my nose. More pre-cum pulsed onto my tongue as his length slipped further into my mouth.

Gently, I pulled back, lapping once more before licking down the underside. The skin was smooth, the blood beneath hard and pulsing.

I’d overheard Errol talking about the joys of receiving head so knew the main event was a penis inside a mouth, but now I was down here, I yearned to explore.

I nuzzled Aster’s balls, then licked into the crevice where thigh met groin. Aster groaned, one hand whipping away from my hair to grasp the rucked blankets around him.

Meticulously, I traversed his groin. I licked across his balls, breathed into the soft hair at the base of his shaft, bit into his inner thighs.

Aster’s moans became increasingly breathy, his words slurred as his eyes squeezed shut. Every time I returned to his hard penis, he arched his back, his hips making stuttering motions that forced the head across my tongue.

‘Please, Cal. Please.’ Those words were more coherent. I lifted my head from where I’d been coasting my blunt teeth across the delicate skin covering his balls. ‘Please.’

What Aster needed was clear. I ran the flat of my tongue up the hot underside of his shaft. Lapping at the salty pre-cum, I pursed my lips and sucked.

Aster let out a broken moan. I would have wondered if he was in pain if both his hands hadn’t gathered in my hair as his hips flicked in small thrusts that brought more and more of him into my mouth.

His penis hit the back of my throat and I consciously relaxed, swallowing across the length of him.

‘Fuck,’ Aster gasped. I flicked my eyes up to his face. His were fixed on where my mouth stretched around him. ‘Fuck, Cal.’

I sucked again, running my tongue along the underside of his erection as I lifted my head and brought it back down. Aster’s eyes fell shut. I closed mine too.

My whole focus zeroed in on how to use my mouth and tongue to rip more delicious sounds from him. He wasn’t attempting words any more, every sound passing over his lips inarticulate.

His erection swelled, the only warning before it pulsed and my mouth flooded with cum. I swallowed quickly, moaning as my tongue was coated with Aster’s pure release.

He whined as I pulled back, sucking right to the tip of his oversensitive length. I moved up the bed, my tongue tingling with the taste of him, and aligned our groins. My erection was stiff and wanting. Three rough tugs and I came across Aster’s softening penis, over his stomach, down to his balls.

Even though the almost uncontrollable urge to be intimate with Aster was finally gone, something lurked underneath. Kneeling between Aster’s spread thighs, I dipped my fingers into my release and pressed it into his skin. My movements gentle, I coated Aster’s penis, rubbed over his sensitive balls, decorated the smooth skin of his inner thighs.

‘Um, Cal?’ Aster’s voice snapped me back to myself. ‘What you doing down there?’

My eyes widened in horror. This wasn’t a normal sexual activity. People didn’t paint their release across their partner’s genitals after sex. Before I could leap off the bed and hide away, Aster grabbed my wrist.

‘What did I say, Cal?’ His voice was hard-edged. It jarred with the softness emanating from his lax muscles. ‘What did I want you to do?’

I opened my mouth, but all I could think about was how I’d made Aster uncomfortable. I’d been so sure my self- control was impeccable. I’d been proven wrong in the worst possible way.

‘Cal, look at me.’ Aster’s hand tightened on my wrist. I slowly raised my eyes from his groin to his face.

He was smiling, his eyes glazed. I blinked at him. This was not the way someone weirded out by their sexual partner should look.

‘I like it, Cal,’ he said, his voice rough. ‘If I could sustain an erection at this moment, I would be getting so hard.’ Aster reached up, and I bent so that his hand cupped the side of my face. ‘You doing the things you want to do is incredibly sexy. I really like it when you let go.’

I nodded, and slowly lowered myself on top of him. I’d have to move off soon, but I needed closeness for a moment.

The itch under my skin had calmed. I pressed as much of my body into Aster’s as I could and tried to rest in the relief of him enjoying the strange things I did. I didn’t think about how when the next full moon rolled around, I would be in this bed alone.