Page 77 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“I didn’t mean—I was just teasing, okay?” His voice got louder, higher pitched. “I just wanted to do something special. I wasn’t going to—” Chase grunted as a hand clamped over his mouth, shutting him up forcefully.
“If you’re gonna give me bullshit, better to just keep quiet.”
Chase whined, muffled by the big, calloused palm on him. He didn’t get a second to try to defend himself, Auston’s other hand slipping forwards and squeezing the hard, leaking length of his cock.
Chase jerked. He was so fucking sensitive it hurt, but the movement just made his ass rub against Auston and, Jesus, the Alpha felt fucking huge even trapped in his pants.
Holy fuck. He was going to get railed in this tiny little bathroom with all his teammates outside. He’d be lucky if he was able to wobble back to the bar on his own two legs.
Daddy, Chase tried to plead, but the word couldn’t even begin to squeeze out, the pressure on his mouth was so tight.
Before Chase could blink, his pants had been undone and pulled down. They had been loose, so they didn’t even get caught in his thighs, instead pooling over his shoes, revealing his whole getup.
“Jesus,” Auston grunted. His hand felt enormous on him, squeezing his panty-covered ass, stroking down the stockings, up to feel the corset under his sweater.
Chase was just a big, raw, exposed nerve, body shaking as Auston pawed at him, not able to utter a single world.
“I’d take my fucking time with you, but the guys are gonna start asking questions soon. May come around and see me balls deep in you. Should I show them how good you take me, baby?”
Chase panted wildly through his nose, head spinning.
“Can’t even remember if I locked the door,” Auston mused.
He had. Chase had heard it, hadn’t he? But what if that had been something else? What if one of their friends walked in and saw how much Chase could take?
Maybe they’d be proud of him. Praise him for being so good.
Auston chuckled. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he dug his fingers into the back of Chase’s panties andpulled.
There was the sharp sting of pressure against his cock followed by the sound of ripping lace. Chase wailed, sound dampened by the hand still over his mouth.
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 wasfull, crossing the line totoo 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.
