Page 125 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Charlie collapsed against the side of the bed, groaning loudly when that just made the dildo spear deeper into him. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

That, for some reason, made Auston’s dick twitch.

Fuck, they really were perfect for each other in the most perverted of ways.

“Sorry for what, exactly?” Auston asked, voice stable even as he stroked his cock faster, thighs and core tensing.

“For sending you those pictures when you were busy and wanting your attention on me even though you had something to do and…ah…oh, God, please, I think I’m gonna come.”

Charlie was shaking, toy completely inside him, dick bobbing but not quite spilling yet.

Auston fell back onto the mattress, one hand around his cock, the other holding his phone right to his face.

He wanted to be mean, but despite that night’s shenanigans, Charlie was too good to be punished so harshly.

“Okay, baby. You can come.”

“Oh.”

Auston watched, mouth open and heart pounding, as Charlie’s cock kicked once, and then it was shooting ropes of come onto the floor, prompted by nothing else but Auston’s permission. Charlie hadn’t even had to touch his dick.

Auston groaned, spilling over his fist moments later, the pleasure of it razing through him, ruining his slacks as he made a fucking mess.

He had to lie there for a bit, regaining his breath, before he could guide Charlie off the toy and back into bed. Cleanup would have to wait for another day.

“Baby,” he murmured as Charlie lay in bed, mewling into the phone like he was still overwhelmed. “You’re perfect. Well done, honey. You did so, so good.”

Charlie sighed long and hard like a weight had been lifted off him.

Auston wanted nothing more than to be lying beside him, a cradle of warmth.

***

“What are you looking at?”

Auston jumped. “Jesus fucking Christ, get away from me,” he complained, pushing Ariana, his sister, away.

From down the hall, a high-pitched voice echoed, “Jesus fucking Christ!” That had definitely been one of the five-year-old twins.

“Oi,” Ariana shouted. “No saying bad words until you pay bills.”

Jasmine ran towards them, dressed in kid jeans and a T-shirt, bare feet poking out underneath. “I can pay bills,” she proclaimed.

“Okay, well, we can discuss that later. I need to torment your uncle for information first.”

Jasmine tutted. “That’s not nice, Mommy.”

Auston smirked, putting his phone in his back pocket, away from his sister’s prying eyes. Maybe it would also distract him from the fact that Charlie had barely texted him since he’d landed in Aimes, Iowa, where he was off with his horrible witch of a mother. “It’s not nice, is it? Thank you, Mimi.”

Jasmine beamed and then stepped on both his feet, raising her hands and clinging to him. “Let’s play monkey!”

Auston sighed, but grabbed her tiny little hands, holding them tight as she leaned back and shuffled her feet up each of his legs until they were at his hips and she was bent in two like a hair clip.

Ariana shook her head. “You’re going to dislocate her wrists.”

“She weighs like three pounds, I’m not dislocating shit.”

Lily took that opportunity to appear from nowhere with a disapproving, “That’s a bad word, Uncle Aus. Hey, I wanna play monkey too!”