Chapter 24 Callan
CALLAN
“Freja! Alma!” Astrid hollers the second we enter her house, and I smother a wince as pain pummels my skull at the sound. “Callan has something for you!” she adds in a singsong voice.
Her sisters are on top of us in the blink of an eye, and I chuckle. What is with the Nevan women and cake? “For you,” I say, producing the box and bowing.
Freja and Astrid share a grin.
“Yay! Cupcakes!” Alma squeals, bouncing on her feet.
“I’m getting to choose first this time.” Freja swipes the box and runs off toward the kitchen with her little sister hot on her heels.
Astrid laughs, before stretching up and pecking my lips. “You’re a good guy, Callan Hunt.”
I wait in the hall while Astrid dashes up to her bedroom to get the oils, and then we head over to my house.
After taking a shower, I change into loose trackie bottoms and rejoin Astrid in my room.
Upon entering, I discover flickering lights dancing across the walls from several candles now dotted around my room.
The overhead light is off, creating a soft, tranquil space, and I instantly feel more relaxed.
“Lie down on your back with your head here,” Astrid instructs, jabbing her finger in a bunch of stacked pillows positioned at the foot of my bed.
I do as I’m told, lying flat on my back with my head propped up against the pillows. Astrid kneels on the floor behind me. “Close your eyes and relax,” she says in a low voice.
My eyelids flutter closed, and I will my pounding heart to calm down.
“I mixed the oils and heated them a little so they should feel warm,” she cautions before her fingers gently touch my forehead.
I lie still as she tenderly massages the oil into my skin, making slow circular motions with her fingers on my temples and across my brow, in repeated sweeps, applying a slightly firmer technique in certain places. It’s unbelievably soothing, and it’s already easing the throbbing in my head.
“Is this helping?” she murmurs.
“Yeah. Don’t stop.”
Astrid continues massaging my forehead for an indeterminable amount of time before she moves to my ears and my neck. Urging my head to the side, Astrid works one side of my neck and then the other, caressing the pressure points with firm but soft strokes, and I’m so comfortable I could sleep.
When her fingers land in my hair, and she begins massaging my scalp, a moan escapes my lips as I sink farther into the bed and basically float out of my body.
I barely feel the tension in my head as all my focus is centered on her touch.
My cock stirs, hardening as she kneads my scalp and my forehead, and it’s a heady, intense feeling, a strange mix of arousal and relaxation.
“There,” she says a few minutes later. “You should stay like that for a while. I will go to the pizza place and grab takeout while you chill.”
My eyes fly open, and I arch my neck, looking at her upside down. “Don’t go.” Clasping her face in my hands, I bring her head down and align our lips, kissing her softly and slowly, savoring the blissful sensations coursing through my body at the feel of her gorgeous mouth against mine.
She breaks the kiss first. “You’ll hurt your neck at that angle.”
“Don’t go,” I repeat, threading my fingers through her hair. “We’ll order delivery and watch a movie while we wait for it.”
“You should relax.”
“I’ll relax with you.” Sitting up, I grab the pillows and reposition them at the top of the bed. “Come here.” I lie down and pat the space beside me.
“Let me clean this up first,” she says, gathering her supplies.
I place our pizza order while I wait for her to pack up her stuff, discreetly adjusting my hard-on when she’s not looking. I’m still turned on, and I need to touch her like I need air to breathe. “The pizza will be a while,” I explain. “They’re busy tonight.”
“That’s fine,” she says, and my heart beats like crazy when she crawls onto the bed and snuggles into my side.
My arm goes around her on autopilot as she nestles into me, her cheek resting on my chest. Fireworks are sparking inside my body at having her this close.
I toy with her hair while dotting kisses on her face, and I could die happy just like this.
Astrid tilts her head back, looking at me with flushed cheeks. “I’ve never had a Spider-Man kiss before.”
“What the hell is that?”
She props up on one elbow and smiles at me, running the fingers of her free hand through my hair. “It’s an upside-down kiss from the Spider-Man movie with Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst, where Spider-Man is hanging upside down from a building, and he shares a kiss with MJ.”
“Huh. I never knew that.”
“I’m glad my first one was with you.”
“Your only one,” I blurt, not liking to think about her doing that with any other guy. I push her down flat on the bed and lean over her. “That’s ours now. A special moment in time that will forever live on in our memories.”
Her expression softens as she reaches up, cupping my cheek. “You’re really something, Callan Hunt.”
“You’re really something too, Astrid Nevan,” I say before my lips claim hers in a deep kiss that enflames all the blood in my veins.
I keep my lower body on the bed as I kiss her, not wanting to stab her with my erection even though I’m sure she’s already noticed I’m sporting one. It’s not like these bottoms hide much.
I almost fly off the bed when her hand touches my cock over the material. “I could help you to relax even more,” she whispers in my ear.
My cock is totally down with that plan. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I want to,” she softly says, peering deep into my eyes.
“Have you done that before?” I hate having to ask because I genuinely do not want to know, but she’s innocent, and I won’t corrupt her.
She nods, and bile travels up my throat as images of her touching that prick Joe pop into my head. I force those hideous thoughts away, focusing on the here and now. She’s with me, and that loser is in her past. “Only if you let me make you come too,” I say, nipping at her jaw.
“Okay.”
I walk to the window and look outside. My parents took advantage of the fact Erin is sleeping over at the Nevans’ tonight, and they stopped off at a restaurant after the game.
I don’t think they’ll be home for a while yet, but I scan the road for any sign of their car before I flip the lock on my bedroom door to be on the safe side.
When I turn around, Astrid has removed her jeans, and she’s sitting cross-legged on my bed, looking at me like she wants me to strip her naked and worship every inch of her body.
My cock jerks as I move toward the bed, crawling up beside her. I grip her face, brushing my lips against hers once, twice, three times. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Her hand lands on my bare chest. “Are you? Is your head still hurting?”
“Only a little, and yes.” I kiss her again.
“Lie back down.” My mouth waters as she stretches out, and my gaze tracks up every inch of her smooth, tan legs.
A visual of wrapping them around my head while I eat her out invades my mind, but I don’t want to jump too fast. Kissing her more passionately, I pull our bodies flush together on our sides as I trail one hand up and down her back, then lower, squeezing her ass through her knickers, and trailing my fingers along the backs of her thighs.
Astrid pivots her hips, thrusting her pussy against my dick as she clings to my shoulders and spears her tongue into my mouth.
I move my hips and legs back, creating space between our bodies, so I can hook my fingers in her knickers and push them aside.
I keep kissing her as I part her folds and sink one finger inside her.
Damn. She’s soft, warm, and tight, and my cock leaks precum as I move my finger slowly in and out of her.
Astrid whimpers into my mouth, and I break our lip-lock to check in with her. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she says, panting. “Please don’t stop. I need to—”
“I know what you need, beautiful.” I look down, watching my finger drive in and out of her cunt, and it’s everything. My dick jerks, demanding attention.
“I want to touch you,” she says, palming my hard-on again.
“Take me out.” I lift my hips so she can drag my tracksuit bottoms down to my thighs, freeing my hard length.
Her fingers wrap around me, and I pulse in her hand. “Fuck.”
My mouth crashes down on hers as she strokes my cock, and I add another finger to her pussy.
We kiss and kiss as we pleasure one another, and I know I won’t last long.
I’ve been imagining touching her like this for months, and now it’s happening, I can’t control myself.
Using my thumb, I rub circles on her clit while my fingers move faster inside her.
Her grip tightens on my dick as she picks up her pace.
She cries out when she falls over the ledge first, her fingers stalling on my cock as her hips buck and jerk, and her cum coats my fingers.
She looks at me with lust in her eyes, watching as I lick her juices from my fingers.
“That’s my new favorite taste,” I rasp, chuckling when she throws herself at me.
Astrid tackles me flat on my back, kissing me wildly as her hand moves up and down my cock with renewed determination.
It doesn’t take long before I’m jerking ropes of cum all over my stomach and her fingers.
We lie on our backs, heads turned to the side, staring at one another as we both take a moment to let what just happened sink in. “Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect,” she whispers, lifting her hand to her face and tentatively tasting my cum on her fingers.
I watch in fascination as she slowly licks her fingers clean.
Fuck me, but my dick is getting hard again watching the pleasure she’s taking from tasting me.
“I’ve never tasted cum before,” she whispers, looking at her hand curiously.
“What’s the verdict?”
She looks me dead in the eyes and says, “I like it a lot more than I thought I would. I think I could become addicted.”