Page 24 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)
Auston pushed a finger inside. God, Chase was hot, so fucking tight he sucked the digit right in, hips bucking. Auston forced his tongue alongside it, fucking in and out a few times before sucking on the rim.
“ Daddy ,” Chase shouted. “Wait, wait, wait—please. I’m gonna—”
Auston pulled his face away, feeling the mess on his lips and stubble. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna come already.”
Chase clutched his own hair, all of his face buried in the sheets. Auston thrust the finger inside Chase gently even as his other hand went to tilt Chase’s head to the side.
His face was bright red, the thin skin under his eyes wet, lips bitten to all fuck.
His baby was a fucking mess, and it was the best thing Auston had ever seen.
Auston took his finger out and flipped Chase over. Chase gasped, and then again as Auston sank two fingers in, shuddering with his whole body.
Auston paused to stuff a pillow under Chase’s back and hitch his knees up so they were up to the Omega’s chest. He kissed Chase softly all across his face, butterfly wings stroking his skin, Auston’s arm long enough to fuck Chase with his hand as they breathed the same air.
Chase’s arms circled Auston’s neck, drawing him in. They kissed slow and syrupy, honey dripping down them both, suffusing them with golden sweetness.
He felt the sound Chase made when Auston moved up to three fingers. He was careful, bunching them close together and going slow.
“Oh,” Chase mumbled. He blinked at Auston with hazy eyes, clenching around Auston’s hand and relaxing, his eyelids fluttering.
Auston cupped his cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Chase’s brows creased, face turning away, but Auston didn’t let him, kissing where his eyebrows met and then down to his lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he repeated.
Chase scrunched up his face but didn’t protest, obviously getting adjusted to the width inside him because he began rocking his hips.
Auston’s other hand slipped from Chase’s cheek to his neck, holding him securely but not squeezing. He could feel Chase’s pulse quicken, flush darkening, hips moving more frantically, but Auston slowed him down with another kiss, dragging his tongue into Chase’s mouth and filling him there, too.
They stayed like that for a long time. Auston believed Chase when he said he’d been using the toy, but there was no way he was risking hurting Chase. By the time Auston’s fingers slipped out, Chase’s hole took a moment to fully wink shut.
“When I’m done with you,” Auston mused, “You’re going to be gaping open.”
“Fuck,” Chase cursed, covering his face with his hands.
Auston chuckled. “You ready, baby?”
“I was ready yesterday,” Chase groused, but his eyes were still shy, gaze slipping away from Auston.
“You tell me if it’s too much, okay? I’ll go slow.”
“Okay.”
Auston finally undressed, Chase watching with dark eyes, skin glowing from the bedside lamp, a pool of warmth on Auston’s sheets.
“Fuck,” Chase mumbled when Auston removed his briefs, eyes wide. “Shit.”
Auston couldn’t help but smirk, crawling over him, fisting his cock a few times. “Still want me to fuck you?”
“Um, yeah, but—” Chase pushed Auston off, the Alpha going easily as he landed on his back. There was a flash of doubt and then Chase straddled his thighs, tongue peeking out to lick his lips.
He knocked Auston’s hand away and replaced it with his own, thin fingers wrapping around Auston’s cock. Just the sight of it, the knowledge that it was Chase—had precome spurting from the tip and dribbling.
Chase stroked tentatively, electricity zapping through Auston’s middle as he tried real fucking hard not to move, to let Chase explore at his own pace—which turned out to be absolutely glacial.
Auston had to shut his eyes for a few beats as Chase thumbed the head, eyes big and lip caught in his teeth like he’d never seen an Alpha’s cock before. He fingered the loose skin at the base where a knot would grow during a rut or Chase’s heat.
“Baby,” he croaked as the torture went on, Chase’s fingertips trailing up and down lightly.
Chase was grinning cheekily as Auston opened his eyes. “I was wondering when you were gonna break. That was impressive, Daddy.”
Auston gaped. He’d been trying to be so fucking polite not to rush Chase, and the Omega had been playing with him all along.
Chase squealed as Auston switched positions with him, laughing as Auston dug his fingers into the Omega’s side.
“Really, baby? You wanna play games?”
“No,” Chase gasped between breathless laughs. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
Auston let up the tickling, sinking his fingers into Chase again, the laughter cutting off abruptly into a moan.
He pulled out, coating his cock with slick and fitting the head against Chase’s hole.
“ Oh ,” Chase whined, stilling.
Auston stroked his side. “Taking it slow, baby. Tell me if it’s too much,” he reminded him.
“Yeah. Please. I’m ready.”
Auston kissed his cheek and pulled away. He readjusted the pillow, widening Chase’s legs, one of them hanging off Auston’s elbow by the knee as he used his other hand to steady himself and press in.
The beginning was always the hardest part. This was why not even Omegas were made to take his cock despite having the ability to fit a knot—knots grew once they were inside. You weren’t supposed to fuck them in like this.
Chase’s breath stuttered as Auston pushed. It seemed impossible that the big, fat head of his cock would fit in that tiny hole. He thrust in tiny increments, nothing happening until it did—Auston popping into that hot, tight space.
“ Ah ,” Chase cried out, clenching hard. Auston stroked his side, shushing him gently.
“There you go, baby. Jesus fuck, you should see how wide I’m splitting you open.”
Chase breathed hard, chest heaving. Auston let the tension drain somewhat and then rocked forwards, feeling the drag of every millimetre, the way Chase pulsed around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Auston grunted, bending Chase in two, knees up to his shoulders.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chase chanted as Auston kept going.
It took minutes. Every inch felt like the next would be too much, but suddenly it was done, hips flush, both of them covered in sweat and panting.
Auston swayed on his knees. The grip on his cock was mind-bending. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten all the way inside someone like this.
He was unable to stop himself from palming Chase’s abdomen, trying to feel himself there below the muscles and organs, splitting Chase in two.
Chase started letting out small, cracked noises, wiggling in place, and Auston moved slowly, slipping out, the clench of Chase’s rim indescribable, walls soft and spongy, the tip of his cock rubbing against what had to be Chase’s cervix as he thrust in again.
“Daddy,” Chase blubbered, reaching up for him, and Auston leaned in for a desperate kiss, more a need for contact than anything else. He rocked his hips, mind still reeling at how fucking deep he was.
The longer Auston fucked him, the more Chase was shaking, eyes rolled back and unseeing, quickening the pace, now, long drags of his cock in and out, bumping against Chase’s cervix and making him cry out.
Chase’s cock was almost purple where it rested on his stomach, trails of precome everywhere, length twitching with every thrust. Auston wrapped a hand around it, but Chase flinched, pushing Auston away.
“No, please, I can’t.”
Auston let him go. “Gonna come just on my cock, honey?”
Chase nodded wildly. “I can’t…it feels…”
Auston fucked him a little harder, a thready whine leaving Chase. “It feels, what?”
Chase opened and closed his mouth soundlessly, hands grasping at nothing.
“More, baby?”
Chase took a while to react, going, “Oh, God. God, please.”
Auston let go. Not completely—he didn’t want to break Chase, not yet—but he leaned back and gave it to him, long, hard thrusts that got him deep.
Chase lost it. He thrashed, clutching the sheets and pulled, moans knocked out of him, spit on his lips. He didn’t seem capable of opening his eyes, rolled back and eyelids fluttering. His cock twitched every time he was filled, everything a mess of slick and precome.
Auston was heating up, everything in him turning molten, searing his core, thighs clenching, cock swallowed up again and again by Chase’s body. He couldn’t fucking believe he got to do this, that Chase could take him, could like it so much, whining and begging and desperate for it.
“A- Ah ,” Chase shouted suddenly, and then he was coming, shots of white across his chest, hole clenching so hard Auston could barely move.
Auston fucked him through it, hanging on by a thread, wanting it so much he was crazy with it, until he couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure and slickness too much, spilling deep into Chase with a shout.
He whited out, washed clean. He collapsed, cock still drooling, sensitive in the tight grasp of Chase’s body.
Everything quieted. Auston buried his face in Chase’s neck, licking the sweat there even though it was devoid of the Omega’s real scent. It was just nice to be close, Chase winding lazy arms around him, their bodies heavy with satiated pleasure.
It took a moment for Auston to pull out, Chase letting out a thin noise but not protesting further. Auston couldn’t let him go long enough to get something to clean them up, and Chase seemed to be just as needy, burrowing into Auston’s chest, trembling slightly.
Auston moved them just long enough to take Chase’s garter and stockings off. Auston stroked his back, his ass, his thighs. Chase curled into him, so close they could be one body and one soul.