Page 68 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“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.
