Page 132 of Asystole

I want him to fucking drown me, but not yet.

Releasing his thighs, I tug on his balls, making him groan.

“Flip over,” I command.

Logan is mid-roll onto his stomach when I flip him the rest of the way and pull on his hips, yanking his ass into the air as I move his entire body to the edge of the bed.

With one hand on each cheek, I spread him wide, making my mouth water. I don’t know where the urge comes from, but I allow it to take over as I spit directly on his asshole before bringing my tongue to his flesh to clean up my mess.

Logan jerks in my hold, and I squeeze his hips to keep him in place as I feast.

“Fuck, Chase. That feels so fucking good.”

I reach between his legs to stroke his balls until he’s literally writhing, pushing back against my face while also trying to drop his hips so he can fuck the mattress.

“I need to come. Fuck, I need to come, Chase.”

“Goddamn. Hearing you moan my name will never get old,” I reply, gripping his ankles and returning him to his back so I can fall face first on his swollen cock.

Normally, I’d use my hand along with my mouth, or I’d tease his asshole with a finger while bringing him to the edge, but he’s already there, so instead, I push his thighs apart and milk him dry with my mouth until he’s a trembling mess.

“Oh fuck. Chase, I’m gonna…oh shiiiiiiit. Chase, I’m gonna come.”

Fucking music to my ears.

Logan explodes in my mouth as I stay on my knees, ensuring I claim every last drop before he gently pushes me away from his sensitive cock.

“Ohmygod, I’m dead,” he says, making me chuckle.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I straddle his hips and start jacking off on top of him.

“Here, let me,” he says, but he can barely hold his head up.

Wishing I had kept some of his cum in my mouth to use as lube—a mental note I make for next time—I hold my hand to his mouth.

“Spit.”

Logan complies as his breathing picks up again and his eyes stay on me.

Using his saliva to coat my cock, I fuck my fist while lacing the fingers of my left hand with Logan’s right.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Mark me. Let me see that big fucking cock shoot all over me. Bathe me in it.”

This man, I swear.

Two more thrusts into my fist are all it takes before cum spurts across his torso. Some of it even lands on his neck.

Without overthinking or worrying about his reaction, I lick it up and feed my tongue to him.

He groans as he greedily sucks it from me.

When we finally pull apart, his eyes fall closed.

“Vacation Chase might be my favorite Chase. He’s dirty as fuck.”

I chuckle, but I don’t apologize.

“I think it’s a combination of being with someone I’m comfortable enough to explore with, having the time to explore, and finally having the mental margin so that the exploratory ideas can even exist.”