Page 103 of Asystole

So slowly he can tell exactly what I want and has plenty of time to stop me.

But he doesn’t.

As soon as his cock springs free, I can’t hold myself back. I’m already dropping to my knees as I tell him I’m going to put it in my mouth.

Thankfully, he’s on board with this plan, and he already has one hand threaded through the hair on the back of my head, drawing me closer.

“Yes, please,” he whines in a strained whisper.

I don’t bother teasing him because I’m an impatient bastard when it comes to Chase Matthews, and we’ve both waited long enough.

Surging forward, I pull the entire head of his hard cock into my mouth.

“Ahh!” he cries above me, pitching forward. He catches himself with a hand on the bed, but the movement drives him farther down my throat.

That’s it, baby. Give it to me, I think to myself as my air supply disappears for a brief second.

With my hands on his thighs, I can feel the restraint Chase is trying to show by the way the muscles in his thighs are corded and tight. Wanting him to relax, I pull off his dick and move around on my knees on the floor to spin our position so the backs of his legs are against the edge of my bed.

Then I push until he sits.

Chase instinctively spreads his knees wide and leans back to get a better view as I take his cock in my hand and guide it past my lips.

“Ohmygod that mouth of yours,” Chase pants above me.

Grinning like a damn fool, I suck deeper and bob faster, using my other hand to tug on his balls. His knees spread wider still, telling me he likes what I’m doing.

Taking a chance, I dip my hand lower.

He’s sitting on his ass, so access isn’t great, but I can get close enough to apply pressure.

As soon as my finger finds his hole, Chase lets out a low moan and thrusts his hips forward.

The muscles in my own ass are burning from the angle, but I don’t dare let up. With one hand now cupping his balls while my finger massages his hole, my other hand is working in tandem with my mouth, shuttling up and down his gorgeous cock.

I groan as precum pours from him, appeasing my taste buds.

“Oh fuck, Logan.”

Ah, music to my ears.

Chase’s fingers tighten in my hair.

“Ungh, gonna come,” he announces a second before his stomach muscles contract, slinging his torso upright so he’s practically folded in half over me as he releases into my mouth.

I suck him greedily until finally, he’s tapping my head, trying to get me to back off his sensitive flesh.

But I need more.

I need to come right fucking now.

Discarding my boxers, I crawl up Chase’s body as he slides back on the bed, clearly willing to give me what I want.

It doesn’t matter that his spent cock is deflating; the friction from dry humping him will be enough to set me off, just like before. Planting my knees on either side of his thighs, I let out a harsh breath as I rut against him, dragging my rigid length across his body.

Suddenly, Chase’s hands are on my ass, pushing me up his torso.

“Where do you want me?” I ask, trying to help him.