Page 28 of Full Body Hit, Part 2 (Alpha Omega Hockey #6)

That had been one of his favourite fucking panties, the absolute beast.

He didn’t get a pause to even think. Auston dragged Chase’s hips back and kicked his legs open to put him on display, bent just enough so that the Alpha could keep a hand on Chase’s face.

Chase shook violently as Auston pressed on the plug, digging it in deeper. His belly lit up, scorching, knees trembling already.

He was expecting Auston to tease him. Instead, there was the rustling of clothes behind him, the sound of the paper towel dispenser, and then Auston was pulling the plug out.

Chase choked on nothing, eyes stinging at the sudden emptiness. He tilted his head just enough to see that Auston had placed the shiny, slick-covered plug on the counter beside the sink, the paper towels protecting it.

Thoughtful . The word tried to float across his head, but every single fucking thought was knocked out of him as Auston’s huge cock pressed into him.

Everything in him clenched. His gut, his toes, his hole. The stretch had him shaking in an instant, every inch making his eyes roll.

He couldn’t believe what his body was capable of doing. The stretch was insane, Auston carving a space out for himself, deeper and deeper until it was all Chase could feel.

Chase was barely able to stand up by the time Auston bottomed out. The Alpha’s arm was clamped around his waist, keeping him steady.

The drag out was almost as good, but it was when Auston really started moving that Chase lost it.

He could feel the impact on his cervix, bruising him there.

He didn’t know if it was supposed to feel that good or if there was something wrong with him, but the feeling was so fucking perfect, the way everything was full , crossing the line to too much .

Chase had always liked pushing his body to the limit. He wouldn’t be able to be a professional athlete without the desire to play with what he could withstand, and this was the best indulgence of it.

He suddenly became grateful that Auston had his hand over his lips as noises spilled out of him uncontrollably. His gut was tightening, pleasure resonating within him, cock jerking with every one of Auston’s thrusts.

Fuck. Fuck.

Thought left him. He was floating, gagged and fucked relentlessly, body split open, his soft, wet walls sucking Auston’s cock deeper, the sensation of being forced wide, of being pushed into again, and again, and again, taking over.

He didn’t realise he was going to come until he was right at its edge. Panic spiked. He tapped Auston’s hand frantically, causing it to drop away, the body behind him freezing.

Auston started saying something, but Chase cut in. “Can I come? Please, please—”

“Fuck. Yeah, baby. You can come.”

Chase went weak with relief, a sob bubbling out of him—he truly didn’t know how he would have handled having to stop.

He dragged Auston’s hand back in place, knowing that, otherwise, the whole fucking bar was about to find out what was happening.

Auston pulled him closer, regaining his rhythm, fucking him without an ounce of mercy. The edge of pleasure came up to meet him again, and he hovered there for eternal seconds, body trembling, chest clenching, and then—

He screamed low in his throat as he came. Every atom that made him up aligned into something new, something washed clean, something without worry. It was him and Auston and the pleasure that ran across them both.

Chase regained consciousness still wrapped in Auston’s arm. Auston was coming inside him—he could feel the hot splash of it inside him, the way Auston pulsed, filling him up.

Tears dug tracks down Chase’s cheeks, pooling on the fingers still muffling his cries.

Time undid itself. Chase was slumped on Auston’s chest. He was being cleaned up. The plug was sliding into his sore hole, plugging Auston’s come inside.

He blinked sleepily as Auston’s big hands stroked his face.

“Baby. Open your eyes for me, honey.”

Chase blinked. Auston’s face swam into view.

“I’m gonna take you to the hotel now, okay? Can you walk?”

He processed the words. Could he walk? He tested it, legs wobbly but not dumping him to the ground, although he had to lean on Auston.

“Good. Can you unlock your phone for me? I’m gonna send Sammy a text.”

Chase’s fingers were numb, but he managed to do it, dozing against Auston’s side as the Alpha typed something before tucking the phone away.

“Okay, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

He had no idea how they got out of the bar. He didn’t know why he was so loopy, but it was as if the intensity of what had just happened had emptied him out. It wasn’t a bad feeling, really, as long as Auston stayed beside him.

He was safe. Could float wherever he was without worry.

He returned to his body as it was being tucked into bed, Auston climbing behind him and plastering them together.

Chase muttered something incomprehensible. He’d been made to drink some water, and brush his teeth, and change into his pyjamas, but he couldn’t remember what else.

“Daddy?”

Auston shifter, raising on an elbow to look at his face. “You back with me?”

Chase frowned. “Where did I go?”

Auston smiled, stroking his cheek. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Chase said automatically but then actually stopped to assess. He felt…amazing. As if he’d been filled with pain and it had suddenly been taken away.

Which was ironic since his body was aching, but even that felt good.

“Yeah,” Chase repeated.

Auston brushed his nose on Chase’s temple and left a kiss there. “Is that what you wanted?”

Chase smiled hazily. “Told ya I’d get you back.”

Auston chuckled. “Brat.”

Chase frowned, the floaty feeling dampening. “No.”

Auston brushed Chase’s hair off his face, kissing all over his cheeks. “You’re right. You’re my perfect baby, aren’t you?”

Chase settled, closing his eyes. “Yeah,” he mumbled sleepily.

Auston planted two more kisses on him and moved back, wrapping Chase up in his arms.

Everything was perfect.

Chase slipped into sleep undisturbed.