Page 29 of Hot for Teacher
Chase’s mouth watered instantly.
It was thick. So thick. Dark and ruddy in color, the dusky red head peeking out of its foreskin. It smelled like the most concentrated essence of Burke’s pheromones combined with the musky scent of male arousal.
That was inside me, Chase thought dazedly.Holy fucking shit.
“Would you like a taste, sweet boy?”
Chase nodded without thought. He wanted it. Maybe neededit. He’d never been particularly cock-hungry before, but now he was pretty sure he’d die if he didn’t get Burke’s cock in his mouth in the next thirty seconds.
Burke’s thumb pressed down on Chase’s lower lip. “Open.”
Chase opened.
Burke eased his thick cockhead into Chase’s mouth—just the tip resting on his tongue—and Chase lapped at it. Taking a taste, as he’d been promised.
Burke’s flavor was salty and a little bitter. Like any other dick, probably, and yet Chase moaned, sucking on the head now, tonguing the foreskin back to get more of Burke’s precum on his taste buds.
Burke’s eyes were heavy on Chase’s skin, his hand back in Chase’s hair, toying with the strands. He wasn’t pulling or tugging or telling Chase what to do—not yet, at least—so Chase let himself explore.
There was something vulnerable and incredibly hot about kneeling like this, his hands lax on his thighs, only his mouth in on the action. Like he was here to service the alpha in front of him. Here to be used.
He supposed he was.
Chase licked along the swollen veins of Burke’s cock, sucked gently on the sides, spit and tongued at the loose skin where Burke’s knot would eventually swell. Chase didn’t try to swallow him down or suck his dick with any real sort of intent. He felt certain Burke would tell him when it was time.
By the time he got back to the fat, swollen head of Burke’s cock—Chase’s favorite part, he’d decided—Chase had relaxed into it, his whole body strangely comfortable as he lapped and sucked.
There was a sharp tug on Chase’s hair. He leaned his head back, looking directly into Burke’s molten eyes.
“Fuck,” Burke swore, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Hetugged Chase’s hair again, gently shaking Chase’s head with his hold. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
Chase dropped his mouth open.
Burke groaned. “Have you ever had someone fuck this pretty mouth before?”
Chase had to close his mouth to answer. “No, Alpha.”
He let it fall open again.
Burke swore again. Let out a hard breath. “Relax and let me lead. Pinch my thigh if you can’t speak and want to stop.”
Then he drove his cock deep into Chase’s throat.
Chase gagged immediately, soaking Burke’s cock with his spit. Burke pulled back with a mean smile. “Try again, sweet boy.”
Chase opened his mouth and tried again.
He wasn’t very good at it. He kept choking and gagging and coughing. But Burke didn’t seem to mind. He kept swearing softly and shoving his cock back in anyway, and Chase sort of lost himself in it, a hazy mist filling his head.
And then Burke’s hands were stroking his hair again, and Burke was sort of crooning at him. “Relax. There’s no need to tense. No need to think at all. Just take what your alpha gives you, hm, baby boy?”
Chase opened watery eyes to find Burke staring down at him, the alpha’s pupils so blown his eyes looked black in the dim light. Chase whimpered as something finally gave, his throat opening and letting Burke in all the way to the hilt.
“There it is,” Burke murmured, cock pressing at the sensitive skin at the back of Chase’s throat. “Look at you. Not a thought in that head.”
Burke slowly picked up the pace, finally fucking Chase’s throat with relative ease. Chase still gagged sometimes, but he didn’t get caught up in it. He just readjusted and breathed through his nose and let Burke do what he wanted, his head fuzzy and his lips pleasantly sore.
At some point Chase had to put his hands on Burke’s thighs to keep his balance, but he kept his fingers up, careful not to pinch.
