Page 30 of Hot for Teacher
“Fuck,” Burke swore. “You’re going to make me come, looking at me like that.”
Chase hadn’t even realized he was staring. He’d sort of lost any sense of space and time. There was only the weight of Burke’s cock on his tongue, the smell of his pheromones invading Chase’s senses. A leather-and-cherry-scented fog.
Chase realized he was hard as steel, his dick aching in the cool of the air-conditioned house. Could someone come just from sucking cock? Chase wasn’t sure, but if this went on much longer, he’d probably find out.
And then Burke’s cock seemed to get impossibly larger, and he tugged Chase’s head back. Chase whined his distress—he wanted thatback, damn it—and Burke clucked his tongue. “I’m going to come in your pretty mouth now, and you’re not going to swallow. You’re going to keep it all in your mouth for me. Understand?”
Chase nodded as best he could with Burke’s hand holding him in place.
Burke slid his cock back into Chase’s mouth, shallower this time. Chase immediately hollowed his cheeks and sucked, and he was rewarded with a deep groan and hot, thick cum filling his mouth.
Chase didn’t swallow. He held the cum in his mouth even after Burke finally withdrew, panting, “Show me.”
Chase opened his mouth. Some of the cum slipped out of the corners, despite his best efforts, but Burke didn’t seem disappointed. He swept his thumb along Chase’s chin, gathering what Chase had lost and slipping it back inside.
Chase sucked Burke’s thumb, and Burke groaned again. “Good boy. Now you swallow.”
Chase swallowed.
Burke withdrew his thumb. “Say, ‘Thank you, Alpha.’”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
Burke tucked his softened cock back into his sweats. The look in his eyes was no less hungry than before as he sat on the bed, patting his thick thighs. “Come here.”
Chase scrambled up, hyperaware now of his painfully hard cock. He climbed onto Burke’s lap, and Burke wrapped an arm around Chase’s back and pressed Chase’s head down until it was nestled into the crook of Burke’s neck and all Chase could breathe were Burke’s sex-rich pheromones.
A hand wrapped around Chase’s cock. He whimpered.
“Sh,” Burke soothed. “It’s okay, sweet boy. I’ve got you.”
He started jerking Chase off, and he must have put lotion or something in his hand, because it was an easy glide. He was still fully clothed, and Chase was naked on his lap. There was something vaguely humiliating about that, but of course that only made Chase’s dick harder and his head foggier.
He wanted to come. He wanted Burke’s cock in his mouth again. He wanted to tongue at Burke’s balls because he’d forgotten to do that when he’d had the chance.
Chase settled for mouthing desperately at Burke’s warm neck, huffing the alpha’s pheromones like a drug as Burke jerked him off efficiently.
“You did so well, sweet boy. Your mouth was made for that, did you know? You earned every bit of that cum. You should be proud. So proud.”
The words wrapped around Chase like a warm blanket, and he was lost.
He was barely aware of his own orgasm, his entire body already alight in strange, foggy pleasure. He bit down hard on Burke’s neck as he trembled and spasmed, and Burke grunted.
“That’s it. You deserve it.”
And for a moment—spent and lust-drunk and in a strange headspace he’d never been in before—Chase believed him.
9
Killian
Awell-fucked, sleep-mussed Chase walking into Killian’s kitchen was just as satisfying as Killian had imagined.
Well, almost.
Chase had already showered and dressed in fresh clothing he’d apparently had stashed in his car, and he walked in smelling like his enticing, minty self. Not a whiff of Killian’s pheromones on him or his athletic shorts and T-shirt.
It was … mildly infuriating.
