Page 131 of Asystole

“Turn it the fuck off, Chase,” Logan whines, waking me up.

The phone continues to ring while I’m trying to get my bearings. Sunlight is pouring through the sliding glass door, and my eyes squint against the intrusion of the Caribbean sun.

“That’s not mine. It’s yours,” I tell him, locating the sound.

“Fuck,” Logan grumbles as he rolls over to silence the phone.

A second later, my phone begins to ring as well.

Jesus. What could be wrong now?

Logan’s phone starts ringing again.

“Is the fucking world ending?” Logan asks, echoing my thoughts.

“I’m not ready to face whatever music is waiting for us,” I confess, rolling over so my morning wood gets buried in Logan’s ass.

A sleepy smile spreads across Logan’s face as he turns his head to look at me.

“No, it seems more like you’re hell-bent on making the music,” he says, wiggling his ass against me.

“I’m going to start the coffee, brush my teeth, and order room service, but when I get back in this bed in ten minutes, I want your load in my mouth, and then we can deal with whatever hell is waiting for us on the other end of those phone calls. Roger that?”

“Loud and clear, Dr. Matthews.”

Logan heads into the bathroom while I set up the coffeemaker, and when I join him a second later, I smile in the mirror as we stand side by side, butt-naked as we brush our teeth.

My erection hasn’t gone down, and his is perking up as I turn my body to jab him in the cock with my own.

Talk about a sword fight.

Logan’s tattoos draw my eye like always, and the sudden urge to trace them with my tongue slams into me. The need to memorize every inch of his art and the skin that acts as his canvas.

The second after we’ve rinsed our mouths, I’m on him, dragging him back to bed.

Climbing on top of him, I pin his arms overhead and shove my face in his armpit. God, his scent is so heady. So masculine. So fucking sexy. I can’t help but lick him there.

Logan jerks and lets out a laugh.

“Hey, that tickles.”

I’m too far gone to keep torturing him just for the fun of it as I grind my hips into him, relishing the feel of him trapped beneath my body as I lick my way over his pec, up his neck, and finally to his mouth.

“I want to fucking eat you. All of you. Everywhere,” I pant, not even sure if I’m making sense.

Logan slowly shakes his head back and forth.

“No one’s stopping you.”

With those words, I snap. Releasing his hands, I bite his pec until he cries out before licking my way along his sides, too caught up in the moment to take the time to trace the gorgeous art. I just need to coat every inch of him with my tongue. Mark him. Make him mine.

Scooting down the bed until I’m mostly hanging off the end, I wrap my arms under his thighs and pull myself down onto him. Logan fists my hair as I swallow his cock. His hips buck, making me gag, but I don’t stop.

I taste his precum and the greedy bastard in me sucks harder and bobs faster.

But still, I want more.

“Oh, shit, Chase,” Logan whines as his hold tightens.