Page 99 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
He was just there to be used by Auston, a wet cocksleeve. He didn’t have to think or worry. He was helping Daddy relax—doing his duty.
“Baby.” The whisper brushed Chase’s ear. “Baby, we should rest now, okay? You’re gonna be really sore tomorrow.”
Chase shook his head. He didn’t care. He wanted to be good, to be useful, to stay in this bubble where everything was okay.
“How about we take a bath, huh? Here, I’ll help you up. Let me—” A groan cut Auston off as Chase clenched tightly, bearing down.
There was no way Auston was going to finish this without actually fucking him. Chase didn’t give a shit about pain—he wanted his Alpha’s come inside him. He deserved it.
Chase rocked him forwards, crying out at the sudden stimulation. Everything was so fucking sensitive. His body had been waiting for this, begging for it without Chase realising.
“Fuck,” Auston cursed, grabbing Chase by the hips.
For a beat, Chase worried that Auston was stilling him, but the Alpha pumped into him, fucking in hard.
Chase shuddered, head tilting back. He tried to keep up the pace, but his legs felt exhausted. All he could do was hang onto Auston’s shoulder, little ‘uh, uh, uhs’ knocked out of him as Auston fucked him hard.
“There you go, baby. Is that what you wanted?”
Chase had no idea if he replied, if he even managed to nod. Everything was so much, pelvis and core tight, skin heating up with pleasure.
God, he was so close already, cock bouncing untouched between them, slapping Chase’s stomach wetly.
“F-u-u-uck,” Chase moaned, throat hoarse from not talking all day.
The pressure built, coalescing in a tight knot that pulsed in time with his wild heartbeat.
He opened his mouth in a silent cry and let go.
It was the force of a wave that was created by a sonicboom—a moment of nothing, of stillness, and then it expanded, washing everything away in its path.
Chase shook as Auston fucked him through it, that spot inside him rubbed again, making his toes curl with oversensitisation.
“Daddy,” he pleaded, and Auston was coming with a grunt, buried deep, pulsing ropes of come into the centre of him.
Chase was boneless. Structureless. He was a puddle of goo draped over Auston. Even when Auston moved them, Chase couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, barely with it as Auston washed him up and dried him and got him to bed.
He had no idea what time it was. Surely they hadn’t been at it all day—it couldn’t be late enough to fall asleep, especially since Chase had been dozing so much—but he was utterly exhausted. Emotionally wrung out in the best way.
He didn’t want to crawl into reality just yet.
Instead, he pressed himself against his mate, sinking into their combined scents, and fell asleep.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
AUSTON
Auston was relieved that his family had acted welcoming during the zoom call with Chase, tucking the secret of their disapproval away from his mate.
It wasn’t Chase’s fault—it wasn’t him as a person they disapproved of, but how young he was—how old Auston was in comparison.
Auston was glad Chase was out with Sammy and Noah the day he’d told his sister about his relationship—about exactly who Chase was and, more importantly, his age.
“You’re not serious.”
“Look—”
“He’stwenty-one?” she repeated. “What the hell do you have in common with a twenty-one-year-old? That’s…I mean…”
