Page 120 of Asystole

Instinct takes over, and I pull my knees to my chest, not caring in the least that I am wantonly baring my asshole to him. If this makes it easier or somehow convinces him I’m ready, then so be it.

“Dammit, Chase. I’m trying to make sure you’re prepped,” he says, even as he lathers his cock with lube.

Victory.

Scooting forward on his knees, he brushes his cockhead across my hole.

“I didn’t even get to eat your ass,” he pouts as he slowly pushes inside me.

Reaching between my legs, my fingers dig into his thighs at the contact.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks.

“No. It’s just…” I trail off. Okay, maybe there’s a little pain. But it’s not really bad. Just different.

“Chase, talk to me,” Logan pleads, his voice full of concern.

“I’m fine. Please keep going.”

“It’ll get better, I promise,” he says.

“I know, baby.”

“I love it when you call me tha—oh fuck, Chase,” Logan groans as his cockhead slips past that first ring of muscle and my body begins pulling him inside.

Fireworks detonate in my chest, and I use my hands to push and pull at Logan, urging him to move.

“This is going to be over before it starts if you keep doing that,” he warns.

“We have five days,” I remind him.

“I’m not sure it’s going to be enough time,” Logan says, pulling his hips back, picking up speed as he drives into me again.

My back bows off the bed as I change my grip from Logan’s thighs to the underside of my own, shamelessly spreading myself wider.

Every sensation is new.

The fullness radiates from my ass to my stomach to my heart as Logan starts really slamming into me.

“You are the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Logan says, wrapping his right hand around my cock while bracing himself with his left hand on my shin. It doesn’t take long before his left hand moves to my chest as he works to get deeper inside my body.

The new angle causes his dick to strike my prostate, and I cry out at the pleasure that wracks my body.

“Again,” I whimper.

Logan obliges.

“Fuck. This ass, Chase. It’s so fucking tight. I can’t hold on much longer.”

“You won’t…need to…come…so good,” I pant, writhing beneath him.

God, the pleasure he’s drawing out of me has made me stupid. The fullness of feeling him everywhere is so unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.

His hand falters on my dick before he removes it completely, sitting up to grip the undersides of my thighs so he can really slam home.

“Oh God, I’m coming,” Logan says through gritted teeth.

And I fucking feel it.