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 retracedmy 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 lickingdown 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.
