Page 50 of Hot for Teacher
“But—”
“If you get through three chapters, I’ll let you ride me on this lounger.” Killian smirked down at him. “At least until you beg me to flip you over and fuck you like the eager little beta you are.”
“Really?” Chase arched a brow, maybe trying for coy, but hissquirming gave him away. “Outside? Where your neighbors can hear?”
“Oh, sweet boy,” Killian crooned with mock sympathy. “Did no one ever tell you how loud you are when you’re getting fucked properly? The neighbors canalwayshear you.”
Chase ducked his head into his book, but Killian didn’t miss the delicious pink flush that traveled all the way to the tips of his ears.
There was no sign of the empty despair from the night before. No trace of the pain Chase’s parents had unearthed within him. But Killian remembered.
He wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon.
15
Chase
After that one morning when Killian had attacked Chase after his shower and fucked him back into smelling like a leather-and-cherry explosion, the alpha had generally been more chill about Chase leaving his house scentless.
And Chase particularly hadn’t been expecting a problemthismorning because he’d already stayed one night longer than he was supposed to, letting Killian pamper and fuck him intermittently until he’d basically forgotten his own name, let alone what day it was.
He was kind of surprised his roommates hadn’t called the cops after him—it was already Sunday, and he hadn’t seen them since after their classes Friday afternoon.
Although, Spencer and Noah were blowing up his phone now, so maybe they were starting to consider drastic measures.
Chase had planned to text them his reassurances over breakfast, but as soon as he walked into Killian’s kitchen—freshlyshowered and ready to be fed a ridiculously wholesome morning meal before heading home—Killian sniffed the air andgrowled.
Chase froze mid-step, his body reacting to the alpha threat before his brain could. “Um. Everything okay?”
Without a word, Killian took the pan of eggs he’d been scrambling from the stove and turned off the burner. He stalked over to Chase, blue eyes blazing.
And then Chase found himself turned around and bent over the kitchen table, his hat tugged off and thrown onto the floor, his sweats and underwear unceremoniously shoved down. Killian kicked Chase’s legs apart roughly with a frustrated grunt.
“Um …”
“Color?” Killian’s voice was gruff, practically unrecognizable.
But Chase’s answer always seemed to be the same. “Green.”
And then Killian spit on him.
He spit on Chase’s hole, to be exact. He spread Chase’s cheeks wide, and he spit right in the center, rubbing it in with his thumb with another wordless grunt. And then he did it again. And again.
He’d already fucked Chase that morning, a slow, sleepy grind when they’d both been barely half awake. So Chase was relatively loose and open already, his tender skin hypersensitive to Killian’s rough, commanding touch.
“Need my cum back in there,” Killian mumbled, and Chase honestly couldn’t tell if the alpha was talking to Chase or to himself.
Chase was prepared for the next thing at his entrance to be a hard, alpha cock—nothing about Killian’s current vibes were shouting “slow seduction”—but instead, Killian dropped to his knees behind him and shoved his face right into Chase’s crease, tonguing him furiously.
Chase groaned at the hot, wet touch. His dick was being crushed against the kitchen table painfully, but he could still feelhimself hardening despite the discomfort. Killian’s mouth was just so … hungry. Greedy. Messy.
The alpha kept pausing to rub his face over Chase’s cheeks and upper thighs, scent marking his lower half like it was an urgent need. Killian hadn’t shaved yet that morning, and his stubble prickled at Chase’s skin.
When Chase was soaked with spit, inside and out, Killian rose back up, notching the fat head of his cock at Chase’s entrance. He paused there, like he was waiting for permission. Like for once, Chase’s color hadn’t been enough. “Need my cum in you,” he growled again.
“Okay,” Chase soothed, or maybe whined, who the fuck could say. “You can fuck me, Alpha.”
Killian let out a rumbling purr of satisfaction, and then he pressed in.
