Page 92 of Asystole

Realizing his hips are now moving on their own, I press my hand to the warm skin of his back before sliding it to his chest and squeezing a handful of his pec.

Chase’s kiss turns more aggressive as he finally starts to let go of his doubts, his questions, his guilt, his shame, and everyone’s expectations.

He tugs on my lower lip with his teeth before driving his tongue deep inside my mouth.

Without conscious thought, I back him up to the edge of the bed, my primal needs and attraction to Chase Matthews taking complete control of this interaction.

Adios rationality.

Chase sits and immediately slides back, pulling me on top of him until I’m straddling his thighs and his gigantic hands land on my ass. It’s subtle, but he’s spreading me open as he thrusts upward into me.

Less than a second later, the tingling starts at the base of my spine, causing me to pull back.

“If we don’t stop, I’m gonna come, and I don’t know how much you bargained for tonight,” I admit.

“Jesus fuck, please don’t stop,” Chase says, seeking my mouth again.

“You’re sure?” I ask, pulling back before he can fuse our mouths together again.

“Yes,” he pants against my skin.

“And you promise not to run from me tomorrow? I don’t want a repeat of New Year’s, Chase.”

Grunting in frustration, he bucks his hips.

“I promise.”

“Can I touch you?” I ask, growing needier by the second.

He pauses a beat, then nods.

Not wanting to totally freak him out, I push his sweatpants down just enough to reveal the head of his cock.

Just as I thought, he’s spilling precum.

Shifting my body to the side, I slide off his lap, creating space so I can wrap my hand around his shaft, and then dive back in for his mouth while rubbing myself against his powerful thigh.

“Holy shit, Logan, I’m gonna c⁠—”

He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing me to interrupt his proclamation.

“You fucking look at me when I make you come,” I demand, needing him to know exactly who’s drawing this pleasure out of him. If he’s going to use me to experiment, no fucking way am I going to let him close his eyes and pretend I’m that bitch next door.

His eyes snap open right as the first drop of his release hits my hand.

Chase holds himself up with one hand thrown behind him on the bed while he threads the other through my hair as he fucks my fist. His fingers grip my roots, sending me into overdrive as his orgasm shakes the bed. Once the wave of pleasure subsides, I bring my cum-covered hand to my mouth, making a show of licking it clean while his eyes are still on me and my cock continues grinding against his leg.

I’m so keyed up that the friction feels heavenly.

His hand remains firmly embedded in my hair as his immaculate flavor dances on my tongue, and I come with a loud cry he swallows down greedily.

I swear it goes on forever.

I travel through colors, sounds, an entire goddamn light show behind my eyelids. The force of my orgasm makes it so I can’t hold my eyes open, but it doesn’t matter. I know exactly who made me come.

As the last shudder wracks my body, I fall silent as Chase finally releases my mouth to whisper, “Holy shit,” in the dark. “So, I guess it’s always like that, then?”

“No,” I answer honestly, my forehead landing on Chase’s shoulder. “It’s definitely not always like that.”