Page 123 of Asystole

“If it’s by your hand, it doesn’t count,” he says with a grin, causing me to raise my hands in the air.

“How are you going to hold me up and jack us off at the same time?” I ask.

“If you use my shoulders for leverage, I can hold you with one arm,” he says, right before doing exactly that.

I’ve never felt so manhandled in my life.

After fucking Chase yesterday when we arrived, I can confidently say I enjoy being a top, but being out here like this, at Chase’s mercy, makes me eager to play both roles. I think it’s just Chase. I’ll happily be a top, bottom, or side as long as he’s coming with my name on his lips.

Because of the water resistance, his hand is slow. Needing more, I’m about to tell him we should finish this in our room, until he brings his hand up, smashing our tips together.

My hips buck, and my short nails dig into his freckled shoulders I love so much.

“Just like that,” I say, thrusting forward again, chasing his hand.

He obliges and squeezes our heads before swirling his palm over the top, abandoning our shafts in favor of teasing the more sensitive parts.

With the sun above us, the cerulean water around us, and Chase pressed against me, I’ve found heaven. I cling to him tightly, never wanting to let go.

But when he whispers, “I fucking love you,” right before exploding underwater, I do let go.

My orgasm floats out of me with a series of grunts and moans as our sensitive heads throb against one another.

Chase replaces his hand around my back, hugging me to him, burying his face in my neck.

“I fucking love you, too,” I tell him, meaning every word with every cell in my body.

“Is the blindfold really necessary?” I ask as Chase helps me into a vehicle of some sort.

“Yes,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’ll know exactly what we’re doing as soon as you see where we pull in.”

“So, you’re going to keep me blindfolded until we get on the boat?” I ask, totally trying to trick him into telling me where we’re going.

“Not falling for it,” he replies, making me grope around blindly until I find something to pinch.

Before I can gain any purchase, though, Chase’s strong grip clamps down on my wrist.

“Behave,” he growls.

“Yeah, that tone does not instill a desire to be docile,” I argue.

Suddenly, his large hand is between my legs, cupping my dick and balls through my shorts.

“Ssssss,” I hiss, pushing myself into his hand.

Chase chuckles seductively next to me.

“Here comes our driver. I promise I’ll take care of you as soon as we get back, okay?” he says.

“I’m holding you to that,” I pout.

“I’ll hold you to something a lot better later.” Chase’s warm breath fans out across my lips before making contact and eliciting a hungry groan from me.

We bounce over gravel, make several turns, and finally arrive at our destination about twelve minutes later.

“Can I take this off now?” I ask as the car comes to a stop.

“Nope,” Chase says, popping the p.