Page 142 of Asystole

Chase cackles happily as he leads me down the stairs.

I had thought he was just fucking around to get a rise out of Stone—check—until he pulls me into our room and kicks the door shut before pressing me against it.

“Chase, they’re right upstairs,” I say, reminding him that the guest room is directly over our bedroom.

“What’s your point?” he asks, hungrily clawing at my shorts.

“Uh, that they’ll hear us?”

“So? Let them. I want them to hear you scream my name.”

No matter how much time passes, I can understand that it may always be a little weird for Chase to be around Stone. Considering Chase’s possessive side really turns me on, I don’t try to talk him out of his need to claim me.

Chase tears at my clothes frantically.

“Get them off,” he whines.

Unbuttoning my shorts, I push them and my boxers down my legs, kicking them off while Chase does the same before the brute lifts me off the ground and throws me on the bed.

“You’re gonna break it one day. You know that, right?” I ask through my laughter.

“Worth it,” he says, climbing on after me.

Chase wastes no time pushing my knees to my chest, dropping his mouth to my hole, and eating my ass as though it were his last meal.

Stroking my shaft, I watch in awe as his face disappears, leaving only his deep red hair in my line of sight.

He eats me until I’m a writhing mess, a puddle of precum collecting on my tip.

Reaching for the lube we know to keep close at hand at all times, he pops the cap and stretches me open, quickly fucking me with one finger, then two before sliding the head of his cock over my hole.

“Dammit, Chase. Just fuck me already,” I beg.

“Gladly,” he says with a grin as he begins pushing his way inside my body. We’ve discovered that my favorite angle is hit when my left leg is flat and my right leg is hooked around his waist, so that’s the position he puts me in now.

Thrusting hard and deep, over and over until I’m moaning, my hands roaming across his flesh, trying to touch any and all parts of him I can reach.

“That’s it, Buttercup,” he says, watching me come undone. “Strangle my fucking cock with this ass. Want to fuck you so deep.”

“Shit, I’m close.”

“Make them hear you, Logan,” he growls. “Tell them who fucks you so good.”

Using his right hand to jerk me off while he pounds my ass, filling me with his cock and his filthy fucking words, I come with a shout.

“Chase! I’m com…ah…ah… Fuuuuck!”

Chase erupts when I do, thrusting faster before starting to slow. Once his last pulse of cum is buried deep in my ass, he pulls out and stands back to watch his release slowly work its way out of me.

Using two fingers, he pushes it back in, just to watch it drip out again.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on our door.

“If you two are done ransacking each other, we’d love to actually see Boston,” Stone says through the door.

Snickering, Chase gets dressed while I clean up.

As it turns out, while I occasionally get in the mood for topping, I actually prefer taking dick to giving it, which works out really well because ever since Chase has gotten settled into his new residency program, he’s been energetic, full of life, and he enjoys the giving more than the taking.