Page 122 of Asystole

“For a lot of things,” Chase whispers lowly in my ear, making my cock take notice.

“Awesome! I’m Camille, and this is Kayla,” she says, holding her cup up. “Cheers to queers in Aruba.”

We all laugh and clink glasses, and I check in with a quick glance to Chase, just wanting to know he’s okay with the label and isn’t freaking out. Picking up on the edge I’m riding, Chase grabs my jaw and mumbles, “I’m not running ever again. Relax,” before he kisses me deeply in front of our company.

“Dick’s not really my thing, but I gotta say, you guys make that look hot,” Kayla says with a laugh.

“Have you guys done any of the excursions?” Camille asks.

“We went cliff jumping off The Point this morning. I think we’re going snorkeling tomorrow, ATVs on Wednesday, and kitesurfing lessons Thursday,” I tell them.

The girls laugh.

“You do know you’re supposed to relax on vacation, right?” Camille says.

“That is relaxing,” Chase replies with a grin before throwing the rest of his drink back. “And he’s leaving something out.”

“I am?” I ask, whipping my head to Chase.

“Yep. But it’s a surprise,” he says with a wink.

“Well, now I’m intrigued,” I say, hoping he’ll give me a clue.

“And intrigued, you’ll stay until we arrive,” he says, putting my half-full cup inside his empty one before wrapping his arms around my torso.

“You guys are just too cute!” Camille says. “I was going to offer recommendations, but it seems like you have it all under control. Enjoy your vacation!”

She and Kayla wave goodbye as they make their way back to shore, and I turn in Chase’s arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Chase walks us backward into deeper water. It’s still completely clear even though it’s up to my shoulders and just below Chase’s nipple line.

With his hands on my ass, he scoops me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as we rock with the tide. We’re past the point where the small waves were breaking, and it’s perfectly calm as Chase begins grinding me against him.

“You ever gotten off in the ocean?” he asks.

“I mean, hasn’t every guy jerked off in the sea?” I ask, licking the sweat from his neck, wishing we could stay here forever.

“I mean by someone else’s hand, smartass,” Chase says. “Or their dick.”

“You wanna be my first, Dr. Matthews?” I tease.

“Only seems fair since you were mine.”

His words make me soar.

I was Chase’s first.

If things go my way, I’ll be his only… and he’ll be my last.

As he lifts and lowers me against his prominent erection, I try to push his swim trunks down enough to bare his dick. We’re far enough from anyone else that no one can see us, even if they can guess what we’re doing.

Supporting me easily because the water is supporting half my weight, Chase uses a hand to dive into my swim trunks as well.

“Get these down,” he orders. “Want to rub us together.”

Shoving my swim trunks down under my ass, Chase spins us so his back is to the beach, preventing anyone from getting an unwanted view of my pasty ass cheeks.

Since Chase is supporting me, I reach between us to stroke our dicks together under the water, but his hand makes a sudden appearance, batting mine away.