Page 38 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

Auston had to concentrate not to crash the fucking car. He palmed his hard cock for a second to ease the ache, but it just made it worse. “You come and I’m buying you a cock cage you’ll have to wear for the next six fucking months,” he growled.

Auston wasn’t usually one to make obviously empty threats—at most, he’d make Charlie wear it for a month—but he was so fucking riled up, his head was spinning.

It was a goddamn shame he didn’t know where Charlie lived because spanking his ass purple would do wonders to calm him down.

Charlie continued to make pathetic little noises through the speakers of the car. Every time he went quiet, Auston made sure that he was still fucking himself—he didn’t have permission to stop until Auston told him to.

“D-Daddy,” Charlie cried, voice absolutely pitiful, but Auston felt zero remorse.

Charlie had been edging for hours voluntarily.

He’d been the one to unilaterally decide to distract Auston in what was a very important work event.

Or, well, could have been an important work event as far as Charlie knew.

Auston’s pulse was slamming in his veins as he made it to the apartment car park. He had to try three times before managing to get his car between the lines—Charlie was panting and whining, and Auston was losing his fucking mind.

He slammed into his apartment, not even taking his shoes off as he went straight to the bedroom.

“Put the camera on.”

The little brat must have already had everything set up, because it took less than a minute for the image to come through.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Auston hadn’t even discarded his jacket, but he had to unzip his black slacks as he stared at the live video.

Charlie’s back was to him, skin bare and covered in sweat.

He had obviously been at this for a long while, barely moving up and down, thighs shaking every time he attempted to lift himself.

He was leaning against the bed in front of him, big dick splitting him open, slick coating the wooden floor underneath him.

Charlie’s voice was a frayed thread as he said, “Please…”

“Come on, baby—you’re barely moving. You can do better than that.”

The shudder that wracked Charlie’s body was visible even on the tiny screen of Auston’s phone. There was a moment of stillness, and then he straightened up, thick dildo appearing inch by inch.

“There you go. Good boy,” Auston praised, stroking his cock slow and steady, wanting to savour the obvious effort Charlie was putting into pleasing him. “Desperate thing, aren’t you? Had to have my dick even when I wasn’t here to watch you.”

Charlie dropped suddenly as if his muscles had given out, a cry spilling out. Auston’s cock throbbed in his hand, skin all over tight and burning, fingers aching with the need to reach through the screen and knock Charlie over the bed and fill him up properly.

“Please, Daddy, I’m gonna…”

“Turn around.”

It took Charlie a while to gain enough composure to get the dick out of him. For a moment, his hole clenched, camera picking everything up, slick drooling out thick and slow.

Auston’s hand picked up the pace. He was embarrassingly close to coming, as if he were in his fucking twenties and not almost forty, ready to go at the drop of a certain somebody’s hat.

Auston watched, mouth dry, as Charlie tried sinking onto the dildo again. Everything was slippery, the toy’s head sliding on his cheeks, missing the hole on each pass.

Charlie grunted with frustration, slapping one of his hands on his thigh.

“Hey, there. Slow down. And none of that. No one touches you like that but me.”

Charlie’s head tipped back, long neck exposed. Auston clenched his teeth, gums hurting, dick twitching. If only the stupid blurring app would malfunction and he could see what Charlie’s face looked like, how desperate and open his expression was.

Finally, Charlie managed to coordinate his limbs and get the dildo where it was supposed to be, riding it to the base.

“ Ah ,” Charlie cried out. His cock was almost purple and as wet as anything else. Even as Auston watched, another bead of precome dribbled out pathetically.

“You want to come, baby?” Auston purred, a feral note in his voice, in his throat, his chest.

He wanted to watch Charlie suffer in the sweetest way.

Charlie made a ragged, assenting noise, apparently beyond words. Auston hummed thoughtfully even as his own orgasm begged to rip through him. “I don’t know, honey. You think you deserve it?”

Charlie was audibly gasping for breath. It couldn’t be normal, the sick satisfaction in Auston’s gut, the way everything felt aligned as Charlie stopped from coming just because Auston wouldn’t let him.

He’d never felt power like that.

Charlie managed to find his voice. “You said those…those things were always boring. Was just trying to do something nice for you, Daddy.”

Auston snorted. “You seriously trying to convince me this was all for my benefit? You knew exactly what you were doing, and I don’t appreciate being lied to.”

On the screen, Charlie’s dick twitched at Auston’s stern voice. “I’m not ! I’m not lying.”

“The more you talk, the less inclined I am to let you come,” Auston mused.

Charlie collapsed against the side of the bed, groaning loudly when that just made the dildo spear deeper into him. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

That, for some reason, made Auston’s dick twitch.

Fuck, they really were perfect for each other in the most perverted of ways.

“Sorry for what, exactly?” Auston asked, voice stable even as he stroked his cock faster, thighs and core tensing.

“For sending you those pictures when you were busy and wanting your attention on me even though you had something to do and…ah…oh, God, please, I think I’m gonna come.”

Charlie was shaking, toy completely inside him, dick bobbing but not quite spilling yet.

Auston fell back onto the mattress, one hand around his cock, the other holding his phone right to his face.

He wanted to be mean, but despite that night’s shenanigans, Charlie was too good to be punished so harshly.

“Okay, baby. You can come.”

“ Oh .”

Auston watched, mouth open and heart pounding, as Charlie’s cock kicked once, and then it was shooting ropes of come onto the floor, prompted by nothing else but Auston’s permission. Charlie hadn’t even had to touch his dick.

Auston groaned, spilling over his fist moments later, the pleasure of it razing through him, ruining his slacks as he made a fucking mess.

He had to lie there for a bit, regaining his breath, before he could guide Charlie off the toy and back into bed. Cleanup would have to wait for another day.

“Baby,” he murmured as Charlie lay in bed, mewling into the phone like he was still overwhelmed. “You’re perfect. Well done, honey. You did so, so good.”

Charlie sighed long and hard like a weight had been lifted off him.

Auston wanted nothing more than to be lying beside him, a cradle of warmth.

***

“What are you looking at?”

Auston jumped. “Jesus fucking Christ, get away from me,” he complained, pushing Ariana, his sister, away.

From down the hall, a high-pitched voice echoed, “Jesus fucking Christ!” That had definitely been one of the five-year-old twins.

“Oi,” Ariana shouted. “No saying bad words until you pay bills.”

Jasmine ran towards them, dressed in kid jeans and a T-shirt, bare feet poking out underneath. “I can pay bills,” she proclaimed.

“Okay, well, we can discuss that later. I need to torment your uncle for information first.”

Jasmine tutted. “That’s not nice, Mommy.”

Auston smirked, putting his phone in his back pocket, away from his sister’s prying eyes.

Maybe it would also distract him from the fact that Charlie had barely texted him since he’d landed in Aimes, Iowa, where he was off with his horrible witch of a mother.

“It’s not nice, is it? Thank you, Mimi.”

Jasmine beamed and then stepped on both his feet, raising her hands and clinging to him. “Let’s play monkey!”

Auston sighed, but grabbed her tiny little hands, holding them tight as she leaned back and shuffled her feet up each of his legs until they were at his hips and she was bent in two like a hair clip.

Ariana shook her head. “You’re going to dislocate her wrists.”

“She weighs like three pounds, I’m not dislocating shit.”

Lily took that opportunity to appear from nowhere with a disapproving, “That’s a bad word, Uncle Aus. Hey, I wanna play monkey too!”

Jasmine tried climbing up higher, Auston grabbing her by the armpits and drawing her in so she was wrapped around him like a goddamn limpet.

It took forty minutes as a human jungle gym for the twins to let Auston go.

He fled to the kitchen, where his mom and dad were lightly arguing about pistachios for some fucking reason.

His mom was wearing a loose dress, thick dark hair shot with grey and pulled up in a complicated bun.

Her eyes were as sharp as always, a mole sitting over her left eyebrow.

His dad was almost the opposite, stocky where Auston’s mom was lithe, his face square and nose bulbous, thick moustache brushing his upper lip.

Ariana was leaning on the counter, watching them with a glass of wine in her hands as if she were observing a particularly entrancing game of tennis. Her brown hair was pulled back, large, straight nose wrinkled in amusement. She lit up when she saw Auston, though, and he waved her away.

“Don’t start,” he growled.

Their mom stopped short, frowning at Ariana. “Are you annoying him about his post-NHL plans? We agreed we wouldn’t bring that up.”

Ariana laughed. “Nope, but thanks for breaking the pact.”

Auston prayed for strength from the universe. “I’m fine .”

His dad nodded, patting Auston on the back. “Of course you are. If you ever run out of things to do after you stop playing, you can come help me with the gardening,” he said with a disturbing amount of earnestness.

The fuck I’m helping you garden, I’ve never touched soil a day in my life must have shown on his face, because his dad frowned.