Page 23 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)

They managed to stroll for a while longer without too much incident despite weaving across the pavement. The air froze as it got deeper into the night, and Auston led them to the jazz bar he’d picked up, the atmosphere thick and warm as they stepped through the threshold.

It was dim inside the bar, the band already playing in the corner of the room, people crowded around the small tables littering the space. Auston and Chase stood by the bar until one opened up, a corner booth they slid into side by side, Chase tucked against the wall.

There was something about the dark, the music, the flickering candles on the tables, that made everything syrupy and slow and hot.

Auston had his arm on Chase’s waist, palming his hip as they listened to the piano, the trumpet, the bass, the way the sounds chased each other like creatures playing in the grass.

Chase was a solid weight at his side, squirming closer still as if he wanted them to melt together. Auston untucked Chase’s blouse and slipped a hand underneath, stroking soft skin and eating up the shudder that followed.

Chase tilted his head up, lips brushing Auston’s jaw. “Daddy,” he whispered, somehow audible over the music, as if the word had a will of its own.

Auston squeezed Chase’s side, his thigh, shifting his head so he could meet Chase’s lips with his own. The kiss was slow and a little dirty, filling Auston up with want. He could feel his pulse in his neck, his hands. He wanted to grab, to drag, to sink into Chase and not let go.

He tried to pull away, but Chase clung on tight, pulling him in with a pleading sound. Auston let it go for a few beats but had parted them for real.

If they kept going, they were gonna give the rest of the bar a show they hadn’t paid for.

Chase whined, but Auston didn’t give in, not even as the Omega kept squirming, the scent of slick clinging in the air.

“Daddy. Let’s go home. I don’t want to wait anymore,” Chase pleaded in his ear.

Fuck . Auston had been good, hadn’t he? He was trying so fucking hard to do this right, but not even a goddamn saint could resist this.

He lasted a whole bleeding hour with Chase wiggling and gasping before giving in.

“Okay, let’s go,” Auston agreed.

“To yours, right? You’re not dropping me off.”

Auston turned to him, taking everything in—the wet, bitten mouth and flushed cheeks, the way every bit of Chase’s body was leaning into him. “Yeah. Let’s go to mine.”

What else could he do? They’d gone on dates. Auston was trying real fucking hard to be emotionally available or whatever the fuck. He wasn’t just claiming his prize and sitting on his laurels.

If Chase wanted it this bad, why keep denying him? Why not fuck him like the Omega was begging for?

They hadn’t driven, so Auston called a car and it was waiting outside when they stepped out of the bar. The cold air was a shock to the system, but it was skin-deep, everything below still boiling, bubbling, pleading.

Chase practically sat on him in the back of the car, his eyes glowing in the darkness.

Even when they got to Auston’s apartment, Chase showed zero interest in inspecting his surroundings, completely focused on Auston. Chase was on him the second the door closed behind them, their coats and shoes still on, the lights off and everything dipped in black.

Auston kissed him back, holding Chase’s face in his hands, controlling the urge to bite. He pulled them apart long enough to discard their outer layers, leaving their boots behind, navigating his apartment in the gloom.

“Do you want something to drink?” Auston gasped.

“ No ,” Chase said emphatically, struggling to unbutton Auston’s dress shirt, moaning openly into Auston’s mouth as they kissed again, and again, and again.

Auston managed to lead them into his bedroom, picking Chase up for the few steps from the doorway to the bed just to hear Chase squeak and have his legs wind around him.

“Daddy!” Chase admonished, but Auston just laughed, walking them over to the bedside lamp and clicking it on before laying Chase on his sheets.

Auston had to step away for a moment to take it in.

Chase’s clothes were rumpled, half his buttons open in his untucked shirt.

His hair was a mess, a brown halo. One of his hands stretched out, trying to grab at Auston, face creasing into annoyance, nose wrinkling, and Auston wanted to break him apart.

Wanted to rip him to shreds, wanted to put him back together so tenderly Chase would be filled with something new—something bright and beautiful he’d be able to keep for the rest of his life.

Something that would mark him as Auston’s.

“ Daddy ,” Chase begged, and that was all it took.

Auston shifted them so they were the right way up, head pointing at the headboard. He covered Chase’s body with his, brushing their lips together.

“Baby,” he murmured into Chase, tasting him again, a little deeper now, tongue sliding, everything getting wetter.

Auston’s body throbbed with it. The muscle ache from his stint at the gym was replaced by another type of strain entirely—the feeling of having exactly what he wanted in front of him but stopping short of devouring it all at once.

Chase tried to pull him in, to lengthen the kisses, but Auston resisted until the Omega finally went limp, taking what he was given. The thrill of the collapse lit Auston up—of how good Chase was, his good fucking boy.

Auston trailed his mouth across Chase’s cheek, the line of his jaw, his neck. He licked at the scent gland there, mute but still somewhat sensitive, going by the little shiver the contact inspired.

He finished unbuttoning Chase’s shirt, kissing his chest, stilling at the pink, peaked nipples. He took one in his mouth, a gentle contact that turned rougher, meaner, teeth digging in.

Chase gasped, hips bucking up, hands sinking into Auston’s hair and pulling. Auston chuckled at how reactive he was, every little thing making him twitch or sigh or moan.

He discarded the blouse and went for Chase’s pants. He cupped the dick underneath first, squeezing it, Chase scrabbling at the sheets and Auston’s shoulders with an, “ Oh .”

It cut through Auston, how every reaction was for him . How Auston controlled how much pleasure and how much want and how much pain Chase felt in that moment.

“You tell me to slow down, and I slow down,” Auston reminded him.

“Hurry up ,” Chase complained.

Auston laughed. “That wasn’t one of the options.”

“Daddy, please. Please?”

Fuck . That actually might work.

Auston stripped Chase’s pants off to reveal that underneath the loose fabric, Chase had been hiding a lavender set of frilly panties and a garter belt attached to thin white stockings.

“Fuck,” Auston cursed, running his hands up Chase’s legs to the thick meat of his thighs. “Baby.”

“Daddy.” Chase’s voice was desperate, his body shaking slightly, and Auston moved up again to cover him.

He ghosted his hand on Chase’s cheek, planted little seedling kisses across his brow. “Breathe, baby. I’m going to give it to you, I promise.”

Chase took a deep breath, another, and then went limp. Malleable.

Auston rested his cheek on Chase’s and they stayed there for a while, just feeling each other’s presence, a small, intimate hole they’d found in space and slipped into.

Auston brushed his lips on Chase’s ear, his temple, his jaw, as Chase ran his hands soothingly through Auston’s hair. The movement wasn’t frantic anymore, but the want remained, still and endless, a black ocean where you could look down and down and down and never see the bottom.

Auston could smell Chase’s slick, could see the way the Omega was straining in his panties, the lavender cloth tight over the bulge. It was obscene, the mix of sweet and craven.

Auston buried his face there, breathing him in, eating up the noise Chase let out, high and surprised, the way his thighs fell open instinctively, letting Auston in.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. I bet you’re tight, too. It’s been a while since I let you come, huh?”

Chase squirmed. “I…I’ve been using the toy. I didn’t come—I swear, Daddy. I just wanted…I wanted to be ready for you.”

Auston’s neck prickled with sweat, skin scorching. “Jesus Christ, baby. You want it that bad, huh?”

Auston glanced up at Chase’s red face, his glassy eyes, and wanted to bite him so bad it almost took over.

With uncharacteristically clumsy fingers, Auston undid the laces of Chase’s panties and flung them away. Chase’s dick sprung out, already wet at the tip and fully hard.

“Look at you,” Auston cooed.

“Daddy,” Chase said, but Auston didn’t have enough brainpower to decipher what the tone was—pleading? Embarrassed? A mix of both?

“Turn around for me,” Auston instructed. He’d had enough with the teasing—it was time for him to get his fucking reward.

With wide eyes, Chase did as he was told, and Auston helped him up onto his knees, keeping the Omega’s chest on the bed.

“Fuck,” Auston breathed. “You’re perfect.”

He palmed Chase’s cheeks open, revealing the wet, tight hole blinking there, slick dribbling out even as he watched.

He rubbed it with his thumb, slow and tender, his other hand digging its fingers into the meat of his ass when the Omega jerked.

“Steady, baby.” He dipped the thumb into the perineum, pressing there and then up again, letting the tip slip in.

“ Oh ,” Chase gasped. “ Daddy .”

“Feel good, baby?”

Chase grinded his head against the mattress. “ Please .”

Yeah, Auston knew what Chase wanted.

With a slight smack on Chase’s cheek, Auston leaned in, wet thumb moving out of the way and spreading him wider as Auston licked a broad stripe across Chase’s hole.

Chase flinched and shivered. “Oh, my—oh, my God.”

Auston was done playing. He closed his eyes, locked Chase in place with his hands, and drank him down, the sweet taste of slick coating his mouth, his throat. He added a pair of fingers so they framed his tongue, massaging him there.

“Fuck,” Chase whined. “Fuck, fuck—”