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 undersideof 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.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ASTER
Ididn’t ascribe to Callum’s belief in Bonnie’s psychic ability, which she used exclusively to ruin his life. However, receiving a message from her on the morning I was trying hard not to think about how I only had one month left on the island did make me reconsider.
Come for lunch tomorrow. You’ve got a month left here, and there are some people I want you to chat up to convince that using council funds to back a recluse looking at flowers was a good idea. Plus, there’s a local botanist I want you to meet after.
Bring my brother
Dress nice.
I groaned, all the excitement the prospect of another day of ranging around the island looking at glorious flora infused me with draining away.
Callum appeared in the bedroom doorway, a crease between his impressive eyebrows. I tried—and failed—to avoid thinking about the last time I’d seen that expression on his face.
It was this morning. When I’d sucked his dick.
‘Are you alright?’ he asked, his mind clearly on my distress rather than recounting the—many—wondrous sexy times we’d had since introducing mouths-on-dicks into the mix.
I waved my phone at him. ‘Bonnie has summoned us for lunch tomorrow. She says there’s people I need to meet, and stuff to do in the afternoon as well.’
Callum sported the specific frown reserved for his older sister. ‘I’ll give you a lift down. Kit can bring you back up once you’re done.’
‘No chance you’ll join me?’ I tucked my phone into my pocket and followed Callum through to the cabin’s main room. I dodged Tim, who ran over to headbutt my shins.
