Page 66 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
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 forhim. 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.
“Hurryup,” 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.
