Page 17 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)
CHASE
C hase didn’t know if it was normal to be this excited about the prospect of phone sex, but he’d sprung out of bed that morning, a soda bottle waiting to pop. He’d gone to the gym before practice, needing to get the giddy, fizzy energy out.
He was unstoppable during practice, focus sharpened to a pinpoint. It wasn’t desperation to be good—it was the conviction that he already had been.
That he could continue to be.
“Damn, you’re on fire, babe,” Sammy complimented, tapping him on the shins with his stick.
Chase grinned and threw Sammy a wink. “Thanks, babe.”
Noah bounded over like an overgrown puppy—or, at least, as much as someone could bound with skates on. “Damn, Chase, way to show us up. I have to go after you in the drill, you know.”
Chase poked his tongue out. Was he floating? He felt as if he were floating.
Not even Auston leaning against the boards and looking over with a bored expression on his face could affect him.
Chase had given Auston his jacket back as soon as he could, wanting it out of his house like it was a cursed object emanating its own aura. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he’d tried to sniff the fabric the moment he got home, that he wished he could give it back covered in his own scent.
There was no reason for Chase to want that, but he couldn’t seem to quash the part of him that yearned to leave a lasting, violent mark on Auston—for the Alpha not to be able to escape him, even if he wanted to.
It was a sick urge, especially since he had Aunix.
All he could do was ignore it. To focus on what Aunix gave him and what Chase could return.
He didn’t shower at the rink, instead opting to take his time washing up at home, doing a very, very thorough job of it. He pressed his forehead against the cool tile as he put two fingers inside himself, getting himself nice and soft and open.
Fuck, he was so ready. His dick was instantly hard, an ache going from the pit of him and reverberating out.
The last few days had been torture. Not just because of being forbidden to touch himself. The things Aunix had said to him the last few days still floated around him like spirits waiting to enter his body.
You deserve to be loved.
He’d reread that line a dozen times already, waiting for the words to penetrate his skin. To sink in so he could believe them.
He hadn’t quite managed it yet.
He got out of the shower and patted himself dry with the soft towels Aunix had given him. He took his time, slathering on the moisturiser he’d gotten recently after Aunix had mentioned it. He dried his hair, put on his silk pyjamas, and spread out on his new, floral-smelling sheets.
Charlie
Hi daddy
Aunix
Hey, baby
How’re you feeling?
Charlie
Good
Took a shower and cleaned myself up real nice
I’m wearing your pjs
Chase had prepared for this conversation in more ways than the obvious.
He’d gotten a camera and a tripod with a ring light that he could set off with a remote clicker. The picture would be sent straight to his phone, ready to be forwarded to Aunix.
He got on his stomach, ass to the camera, arching inwardly just enough to make it pop.
He snapped a photo, inspecting it on his phone before sending it off. He looked good, long legs and round ass, the silk shorts riding up high.
Aunix
Is this now?
Charlie
Yep
Aunix
Who’s taking the picture?
Chase snorted.
Charlie
Are you jealous?
Chase waited, but there was no response. A million sparks of electricity shot through his stomach, nervousness and delight and affection.
He took a photo of the camera equipment with his phone and sent it.
Charlie
Just a remote camera
This is just for you
Aunix
That was hilarious -_-
Chase giggled. He didn’t know what his daddy’s face looked like, but he bet he had bushy eyebrows, all knotted together in a frown.
Charlie
Sorry daddy I was just teasing
You know, like what you’ve been doing to me for the last hundred years?
Aunix
Do you want it to be a hundred more?
Charlie
No no
I promise I’ll be good
Aunix
Hmm.
How are the pjs? Comfy?
Charlie
So comfy
I love wearing them and thinking about you
I also used the towels you gave me they’re so soft and dry really well they’re perfect
Are they the same ones you have?
Aunix
Not quite, I didn’t do that much research when I got mine
I’m glad you like them though
As much as Chase loved being sweet-talked, his body was getting hot all over in anticipation, skin tight and sensitive.
Charlie
Can I get my reward now daddy?
For being good these past few days?
Aunix
Of course, honey
Can that camera record?
Charlie
Yep
Aunix
Good
Stay in that position on your belly
Put a pillow under you so you’re straddling it
I want you to rub yourself on it nice and slow, ok?
Film it for me
Chase groaned, turned-on and already agonised at how torturous this was gonna be. Aunix hadn’t told him to take his clothes off, so he just grabbed one of the pillows, putting it horizontally between his legs.
He took a shaky breath and hit Record, looking at the picture on his phone for a beat to make sure it was centred before he rocked forward slightly, his silk-encased dick sliding where it was trapped.
After all those days without coming, the soft pressure was enough to get him to the edge in ten seconds flat.
“Fuck,” he whispered, clutching his phone tight like that would get him closer to Aunix.
He rocked his hips, humping the pillow like an animal. His face and neck and chest heated with the delicious humiliation of it, of wanting to come so bad but doing this instead because his daddy wanted him to wait, wanted to see him like this.
God, he was getting so wet he was soaking the back of his shorts, the silk sticking to his skin. It’d be obvious on camera, that dark spot spreading out, a testament to how desperate he was.
He had no idea how long he succeeded in keeping up a semblance of a rhythm—probably three fucking minutes at most—before his thighs started shaking, the pit of his stomach all coiled up. He was dripping and wet everywhere.
He managed to cut the video before he whimpered ’Daddy’ out loud and sent it off.
Charlie
Please I’m so close
Please please
Can I take the shorts off at least please
There was a pause, and Chase wasn’t sure what to do—his daddy hadn’t told him he could stop, but it was clear that Chase couldn’t come without his permission, and he was already so near the precipice it was an ache everywhere, sweat coating his skin, breath caught in his chest.
Aunix
Jesus Christ, baby the way you fucking look
You’re so fucking perfect you can take your shorts off
God you’re dripping, aren’t you? Get closer to the camera, honey, I want to see you all slicked up
Every movement made Chase whimper. He peeled his shorts off, burying his face in the sheets for a few seconds at how wet and sticky his thighs were, as if he were in the middle of heat and begging for a knot.
He slid down the bed until he was right on the edge, zooming the camera so it was focused on his hole.
He had to take a moment to let the wave of embarrassment go through him, dick twitching at how he looked for his daddy. He used one hand to spread one of his cheeks sideways, and his hole winked there, slick, making it shiny and soft.
He took a picture and sent it off.
Aunix
Fuck
FUCK
You wanna get fucked, honey?
Charlie
Please daddy please I’ve been good
Aunix
You’ve been more than good, you’ve been perfect
I can’t fucking believe I didn’t get you a toy to fuck yourself with
Chase shut his eyes, teeth chattering with the shiver that wracked him. He wanted that so much, to get fucked with something his daddy had picked out. It didn’t matter how big it was, Chase would take it and say thank you because Aunix had chosen it just for him.
Charlie
Daddy please don’t tease me right now I can’t take it
Aunix
You’re right baby I’m sorry
Why don’t you fuck that pretty hole for me then? Use as many fingers as you want.
Show me
Chase was pretty sure he could take four fingers right then without a problem, but he tried going as slow as possible.
He sank one finger in, mewling at the feel of just that, of having something finally inside him. He was soft and warm, and he upped it to two fingers as quickly as he dared, pumping them in and out, trying to reach as deeply as he could.
He thought it would be a relief, but even when he was three fingers in, he wanted more. Wanted his daddy there with him, stuffing him full. He didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to reach back and make his wrist sore.
He stopped the video and sent it.
Charlie
Daddy I want you here it’s not enough
Please I could take anything right now if it came from you
Aunix
Fuck baby trust me I’m right there with you
Slow down. Stop aiming for something more. Feel what you’ve got, how nice and full you are. Squeeze around your fingers. Find that spot that’ll make you beg
You think I’d be going that fast the first time I took you? I would savour every fucking drop of you. You’d feel so good on my cock I’d have to stay buried inside you for as long as I could before I started moving
God. Fuck. Chase panted wetly into the sheets, tense and shaking, body clenched up with pleasure, with want.
He turned the camera on and did what his daddy said. Curbed the desperation bubbling in his blood and took his time. Arched his back further to get a better angle. He was lucky that he had such long arms, honestly, but it was almost impossible to reach that good spot inside him from this angle.
He stopped the video and added it to the messages.
Charlie
Can I get on my back?
It’s hard to reach from here
Aunix
Of course, baby. You’re so good for asking
Chase smiled at the praise. He was good. He’d do anything his daddy said because Aunix took care of him. Looked out for him.
Chase put a pillow over his face to hide it, not completely trusting the blurring app. The wet one went under his hips, propping them up to give the camera a good view.