Page 57 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Chase was rubbing against him, on Auston’s hard cock, his face flushed and mouth open. Auston could see a peek of his tongue cradled behind white teeth.
“Shit,” Auston cursed, forcing some space between them.
Chase turned immediately, latching on, and Auston couldn’t help but cradle the small of his back, pushing them together. “Daddy,please,” the Omega begged.
For a moment, Auston forgot himself. Chase was panting, red-cheeked and bleary-eyed and way too much to resist. He rolled them so that Auston was on top, letting his weight crush Chase to the bed as he took his mouth, biting it open, licking inside.
Chase moaned long and loudly, wrapping around Auston, making choked-off noises as Auston rocked into him.
Fuck. Auston needed to fuck him—sink into the willing body beneath him, that soft hole that had been training for months to take his cock. Needed to—
Auston pulled away, pushing a hand flat on Chase’s chest so he wouldn’t follow.
Chase whined, but Auston shook his head. “Baby, no. Come on. We said we—we have a game in a few hours.”
“So?” Chase complained.
“So we’re not doing this. We need to nap, okay? Come on. Be good.”
Usually, that last line made Chase limp and pliable, but this time he just squirmed unhappily. “Daddy, please. Please—I haven’t come in so long, it’s notfair. I can’t take it.”
Auston blinked. Blinked again. “What do you mean you haven’t come in so long?”
Chase slapped his hands onto the bedspread. “You haven’t given me permission to come in like three weeks, Daddy! I’m fucking dying.Please.”
Auston had to take a few beats to let that sink into the mushy mess of his brain.
Chase hadn’t been jerking off since before he’d found out who Aunix was…because Auston hadn’t given him permission.
Chase had been a good, obedient boy even though Auston hadn’t thought to expect that of him.
“Baby…” Auston could hear the awe in his own voice, but maybe Chase couldn’t, still pouting and glaring at him.
God, it’d be so easy to just fuck him. Open that already wet hole, force himself in and fill Chase up until he cried.
But Auston couldn’t do that. It wasn’t time.
“Okay. You can jerk yourself off,” Auston allowed, sitting back on his heels.
Chase, not released from the hand that had been pushing on his chest, sat up slightly. “Jerkmyselfoff? Are you serious?”
Auston smiled. “And if you don’t come in three minutes, you don’t come at all.”
Chase gaped. “But—”
“Starting…now.”
There was a pause, and then Chase was scrambling out of his sweats and briefs, dick springing out, still hard and wet and flushed at the tip.
Auston licked his lips as Chase collapsed on the bed and wrapped a hand around his cock, spine curving at the contact.
Chase groaned. “You are so fucking mean.”
Auston snorted. “Two and a half left.”
“That wasn’t thirty seconds,” Chase protested, but his hand was moving quickly, grip tight like a fucking teenager.
In another circumstance, Auston would tell him to slow the fuck down, but, seeing as he’d given Chase three minutes, he was going to be magnanimous enough not to control the pace.
