Page 11 of Hot for Teacher
Oblivious to Chase’s horny daydreams, Burke swirled his whiskey again, the motion hypnotic. “I’m almost done with my drink,” he said, seemingly out of nowhere. “I’ll be leaving afterward. So if you have something you’d like to ask me, Chase Adler, now would be the time.”
Chase parsed through the words, trying to get at their true meaning. If he was right, it meant maybe Burke wasnotactually oblivious to the horny daydreams.
And even if he was wrong, Chase wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
“Take me home,” Chase said quickly. It hadn’t been a question, so he tacked on, “Please.” And then, for good measure, “Sir.”
Burke watched him for a long, long moment. Chase held his gaze steadily, without speaking. He wasn’t going to waste his time trying to talk Burke into anything, not when the alpha clearly knew his own mind better than most.
Eventually, Burke pushed his empty glass away. “This will be one time only. And if I find myself the subject of campus gossip afterward, you will regret it. Do you understand?”
The butterflies that had been subdued in Chase’s belly exploded into activity. Fuck fucking fuck, he was going home with Burke. “Understood,” Chase said quickly. “But, um, you’re already the subject of a little gossip, sir. That’s how I knew to come here.”
That leather-cherry scent flared in the air, sharp as a bite, and Chase realized his mistake a moment too late. He’d just admitted to Burke that he’d come here forhim.
Burke rose from the table, something unreadable in his gaze again. He nodded toward Chase’s drink. “Pay your tab, Chase. I’ll be waiting outside. You’ll drive with me.”
The housethey pulled up to fifteen minutes later was a single-story further from campus than Chase might have expected, with a walled-off yard like most of the houses in these neighborhoods. It no doubt had a pool in back, something small but no less refreshing in the summer heat.
It could have been considered modest, but as Burke led him inside, Chase clocked the furniture immediately—antique, sturdy, expensive as hell. Either the university paid its professors better than Chase had thought or Burke had other means of wealth.
Chase stood on the threshold, the door now locked behind him, as Burke set his keys and wallet neatly on a dark wooden entryway table. They hadn’t touched on the car ride—they’d barely spoken—but the lack of contact hadn’t done anything to dampen the heat simmering in Chase’s belly, or quiet the nervous energy of his anticipation.
Burke turned suddenly, grabbing Chase’s hand, and Chase had only a moment to register the zip of electricity at that first touch before his cap was tugged off his head and he was being slammed against the wall, a hot mouth on his.
Fuck.Fuck.
Chase had been kissed before. Touched before. Fucked before. But never in his life had he experienced anything like having his mouth claimed by Professor Burke. Burke’s kiss wasn’t a question, or an offer, or even a seduction. He just … took. Devoured Chase’s mouth and grabbed hold of everything he had to offer, those strong hands firm on Chase’s waist.
The kiss was confident. Arrogant, even. The scent of cherry-sweetened leather rose in the air, tearing through any remaining shreds of Chase’s defenses.
Chase maybe should have met that energy, battled against Burke in turn. Instead, he just … surrendered. Melted against the wall, muscles limp and mouth open, letting Burke tilt his head the way he wanted, lick into him the way he wanted, claim him however the fuck he wanted.
He was rewarded with a deep, primitive growl, and then Burke was nipping Chase’s bottom lip sharply before pulling back, those dark-blue eyes of his heavy-lidded.
Chase was gratified to see that Burke was at least just as short of breath as he was, panting as he stared at Chase, his massive erection pressed firmly against Chase’s hip.
“I enjoy taking control in the bedroom,” Burke said, that smooth voice of his huskier than Chase had ever heard it. “I enjoy when my partners submit to me. I think you’d be very good at that, Chase Adler.”
Living with alphas for as long as he had, Chase could have taken that as an insult, but Burke let the words fall from his lips like they were the highest praise.
“But if you don’t want that—if you don’t want to play those games—we can easily have a satisfying, energetic, vanilla fuck and call it a night.”
Chase didn’t have to think over his answer. “I want it,” he said.
“Do you know about safe words?” At Chase’s nod, Burke pressed, “How about the traffic light system?”
“Green for good,” Chase said immediately, although he would be keeping the reason he’d done this research in the first place to himself. It was bad enough he’d admitted to Burke why he’d shown up at the bar. “Red for stop. Yellow for … slow down?”
Burke made a small hum of approval, then pressed his thumb to Chase’s lower lip, eyeing his mouth hungrily again.
Chase laid a hand on Burke’s wrist. If Burke kissed him again, they weren’t going to get much talking done. “Um. You haven’t told mewhatyou like, exactly. You want to tie me up? Hurt me?”
Burke shook his head, dropping his hands back to Chase’s waist. “I’m not particularly sadistic. Nor am I that into bondage.Although, I may require you to push through some … discomfort for my pleasure.”
At Chase’s questioning look, Burke gave him what some might consider a mean smile. “Forced orgasms, sweet boy.”
Sweet boy.
