Chapter 37 Astrid
ASTRID
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I say after closing and locking the bedroom door.
I’m glad Thor gave us keys to a different guest bedroom.
I don’t think I can step foot in the other room ever again.
A shiver works its way through me, but I forcibly shove those kinds of thoughts aside.
I’ve accepted I will most likely never know what happened with Joe in that room, and for my sanity, I’m choosing to believe nothing did.
Right now, this is about Callan and me, and I want to show him how much I’m into him.
I sink to my knees on the carpeted floor in between his legs and look up.
Callan’s eyes darken with anticipation as he spreads his thighs and pops the button on his jeans.
“Are you sure, beautiful? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything. ”
“I want to make you feel good.” Brushing his fingers aside, I drag the zipper down and lick my lips.
I’m excited to do this, but nervous too.
Callan lifts his ass so I can pull his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen his cock, but I can’t help staring.
He’s long, thick, and hard, and my thighs squeeze together as my core pulses with need, imagining what it would feel like filling me up.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll come before you even touch me.”
My eyes lift to his as my fingers wrap around his heavy girth. “I’ve only done this one time, so you might need to guide me.”
He works hard to hide his scowl, and I know where his mind has gone.
“The only dick I’ll be sucking from now on is yours,” I promise. “Show me how you like it.”
“You can’t do it wrong, Astrid. Just put me in your mouth, and we’ll take it from there.”
I stroke him slowly with my hand, marveling at how the muscles in his lower abs clench and ripple with the motion. He truly is something to look at, and I can’t believe he’s all mine.
Maintaining eye contact, I drag my tongue across the tip of his dick, catching the little beads of precum gathering there.
Callan’s groan is primal, needy, and it spurs me on.
Running my tongue up and down his cock, I lick and suck on his member like it’s my favorite ice cream.
His flesh is soft like velvet, warm, and tangy.
I get him nice and wet, rejoicing when his cock jerks against my touch and he moans as he throws his head back with his eyes closed.
When I widen my mouth and take him inside me, the sounds coming from his mouth almost make me come on the spot.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he praises, tenderly clasping the back of my head. “Just like that.”
I hollow my cheeks and suck him deep, silently fist pumping the air when he shouts out and his dick jerks in my mouth. Callan starts thrusting in sync with the movement of my mouth, and his fingers are gentle as he winds them in my hair.
His cocks slides out of my mouth with a loud pop when I purposely stop. “You can go harder. I won’t break.”
“Fucking hell, baby.” He grabs my face, pulls it to him, and kisses me passionately.
There is something so arousing about him kissing me when I’ve just had his cock in my mouth that seriously turns me on.
My panties are damp, my thighs quivering with liquid lust, and it’s quite possible I could come just like this.
But this isn’t about me. This is about him, so I break the kiss and return to my knees.
A blush steals over my cheeks as I look up at him and say, “I want you to come in my mouth.” I spread his powerful thighs wider and cup his balls, relishing the weight of them in my hand.
“I’ve never done that with anyone,” I truthfully admit. “I want to swallow your cum.”
“You’re going to kill me,” Callan rasps, placing his palms back on the bed. “You’re so fucking perfect. You know that, right?”
This isn’t the first time he’s told me this, and my heart swells with his compliment. “You’re so good for my ego, Callan.”
“You’re good for mine too.” Need flares in his eyes as he stares at me, and our gazes remain fused as I open my mouth and swallow him again, urging him to take what he needs with my eyes.
We work in tandem, and Callan gives me time to adjust as I relax my jaw and loosen my throat to accommodate more of him.
His thrusts are harder, driving in and out of my mouth with feverish need, as I suck and lick his throbbing length.
When his thighs shake, and I feel his body tense, I know he’s close.
“I’m gonna come, beautiful. Last chance to back out.”
I shake my head as best I can over a mouthful of dick, sucking him harder and taking him deeper as he thrusts and groans, grunting and saying my name when he spills his seed inside me.
Ropes of cum coat the back of my mouth and my throat, but I don’t swallow yet, wanting to try something I read in a book.
When he finishes, Callan pulls out, staring at me like I’m the most stunning seductress, and it does wonders for my self-esteem and bolsters my courage. Opening my mouth, I stick out my tongue and show him the cum sitting there before I swallow it.
His cock twitches, and then I’m being lifted onto his lap, and his mouth is on mine, insistent and devouring, and I cling to him as we ravish one another. My core is aching in an almost painful way, and I buck against him, needing friction or his touch to chase the throbbing away.
“Your turn,” Callan says, flipping me onto my back on the bed. “Can I touch you?” he asks as he removes his boots, jeans, and boxers.
Emotion blooms in my chest. He’s so considerate of my needs and wants, and I am falling so deeply in love with him. “Please touch me. I’m aching for you.”
Callan climbs onto the bed and wastes no time stripping me out of my jeans and panties before spreading my legs and feasting. My body arches off the mattress as he works me with his fingers and his tongue, and I’m almost embarrassed by how quickly I fall off the ledge.
After, we hug on the bed, lying on our sides, semi-naked, and it’s the most comfortable I’ve ever been with a guy. Callan is hard again, and I reach for him, but he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll go down.”
I worry my lower lip between my teeth as I stare at my boyfriend. “Would you want to put it in me?” I’m slick with my juices and curious to know what it’d feel like to have him moving inside me.
Callan props up on one elbow, brushing hair back off my face.
“Of course I would, but you’re not ready, beautiful.
” He leans down and kisses my lips softly.
“We don’t have to fuck until you’re sure it’s what you want.
” He dots kisses all over my face. “There is no rush, and I’m happy to wait.
” Resting his head back on the pillow beside me, he reaches out and caresses my cheek.
“Your first time is a big deal, and it should be special.”
“Was yours?”
He shakes his head. “There was nothing special about it. If I’d known back then I’d meet you one day, I would have waited.”
“How many girls have you had sex with?” I blurt.
His eyes probe mine. “You sure you want to know?”
“It’s that many?”
“What? No. But it really doesn’t matter.
None of them meant anything. They were one-night stands, and it was just a physical release.
” His fingers weave into my hair as he presses his brow against mine.
“The way I feel about you is incomparable. None of them made me feel as good as you do. I almost come out of my skin when you touch me or when I’m touching you.
This is as new for me as it is for you, and that’s all that matters. ”
I decide he’s right, and I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to feel inferior to the more experienced girls of his past. Knowing this is as special for him as it is for me is more than enough.
“It is.” I press him down flat on his back as I hover over him.
“And you’re right. I want to feel you moving inside me, but I think I need to work up to it. ”
“We can take our time.” He clasps my face in his hands and peers deep into my eyes. “I never want you to feel pressured. All right?”
“You’re the perfect one,” I say, dropping my mouth to his. His arms cradle me against him as we kiss, and I can’t remember a time when I felt this happy. I want to bottle this feeling and have it never end.
The next three weeks fly by, and soon we’re down to the last couple of days before we break for the Christmas holidays.
Life has been crazy between studying for midterms, taking the tests, and finalizing my project for my tech drawing class.
The fall soccer league is finished, and the school held a massive party to celebrate the Ryemont Raiders coming out on top.
Callan was lauded as a hero, and it’s no lie to say he’s the most popular student at Ryemont High. Everyone loves him, and I can see why.
Indoor practice sessions are the norm now, and club games won’t start for a while, so Callan has a bit more time to spare, and we hang out every chance we get.
We study for our exams together, and he brings me copious drinks and snacks while I’m burning the midnight oil to finish my project.
Gym sessions are fun with Callan showing me different exercises to build a little muscle, which he says is super important for everyone.
Thor’s dad hasn’t been traveling as much, so parties are on hold, but I’m enjoying regular dates with Callan to the movies or out for food or simply going for a walk hand in hand at Whispering Lake.
On occasion, we double-date with Renee and Thor or Gwen and Scott, but Callan prefers to keep me all to himself, and you’ll never hear me complaining.