Page 58 of Hot for Teacher
And it turned out it was a special kind of torture to have Killian rubbing his cheeks and hands all over Chase’s dick without actually putting any pressure or friction on it.
Does my cock really have to be scent marked?Chase wanted to ask.When we already know you’re going to have your hands and mouth all over it?
He held his tongue. He wasn’t going to provoke an alpha in rut over unimportant shit, like the fact that Chase might cry if he didn’t come soon.
And then Killian flipped Chase over and did it all again on the other side.
By the time lubed fingers pressed to Chase’s crease, Chase was a strange mix of pliant and overstimulated. His cock was dribbling precum all over the nest, and all he could think about was getting fucked. Fucked hard and fucked fast.
And he really thought he would be too. Really thought the prep would be rushed and insufficient and possibly a little painful, given Killian’s state of mind.
But Killian started chanting to himself again, those soft, rumbling “gentles,” and then he took. His. Fucking. Time.
One finger. Two fingers. Three. And then his mouth was on Chase’s ass, Killian seemingly not caring about the lube he’d just worked into him. And then back to three fingers. Then his mouth again.
By the time Killian got to four fingers, Chase was whimpering into his folded arms, trying not to buck and writhe against the teasing, because it only got Killian more agitated, and then he would start the process all over again.
Chase knew because Killian had already done it. Twice.
Butfuck, Chase wanted to come. He wanted to come so fucking badly. And he knew if he touched his cock, Killian was going to lose it, or even worse, make that sad, wounded noise again. But four fingers was a fucking lot—Killian’s hands weren’t exactly dainty—and Killian wasn’t making any attempt to stroke Chase’s prostate or force him to come a million times like he usually did. He was just … stretching him.
It didn’t hurt—not with the lengthy amount of time Killian was taking with it—and there was something intoxicating about being stretched so full with Killian bent over him, nuzzling at Chase’s skin and biting into Chase’s ass with blunt teeth in warning any time he dared move too much.
But it was intense, and when Killian wiggled and scissored his four fingers, Chase had one brief, terrifying moment where he thought,Holy shit, is Killian going tofistme?
And before he had time to process how he felt about that possibility, Killian suddenly pulled Chase’s hips up and back, pressing Chase’s weight down on his forearms. It was the same position an omega would take when presenting to their alpha, and Killian seemed to like that, growling low in satisfaction when he had Chase contorted the way he wanted.
And then those fingers were finally leaving Chase’s ass, and a familiar fat cockhead was pushing at Chase’s entrance, sliding in easy as butter.
Chase moaned, louder than he ever had in his life. He didn’t care that he sounded like a desperate slut—it felt so good after so much teasing. So much goddamn ass play without any relief.
He felt absurdly shameless as he let his voice tip into a whine, “Want you to touch my cock, Alpha.”
Killian usually liked when Chase asked for what he wanted—rare as the occasion was—and even now, Killian’s broad hand gripped Chase’s cock immediately, stroking once before he let go with a frustrated grunt.
Well, it had been worth a shot.
And then the rough, brutal fucking Chase had been expecting finally began.
Chase lost his mind immediately. His load followed right after.
It turned out Chase didn’t need Killian touching his cock. It barely took two pumps of Killian’s hips, and all that tension and building heat finally broke over Chase like a storm, his cock spurting all over the nest as he screamed into his folded arms.
Killian seemed to like that fine, if the way he put his weight into fucking Chase into the mattress right after was any indication.
And maybe betas really did respond to rut pheromones in their own way because Chase’s cock began to fill again almost immediately after his surprise orgasm, even as his toes were still curled into the mattress, shaking with the force of it.
What followed was animalistic and primal and almost frightening—the bed pounding against the wall so hard it sounded like the wood might crack—but maybe Killian was just as worked up by fingering Chase as Chase had been, because it was quicker than usual when he slammed his hips into Chase with a stuttered growl and bit hard into the crook of Chase’s neck, just to the left of where a mating bite might lie.
Chase could feel the hot spurt of Killian’s cum—more than Chase was used to—and then … pressure.
For once, there was no cautious half withdrawal after orgasm, no effort to keep that swelling knot outside Chase’s tender rim. This time, Killian’s knot was growing inside him, locking Killian’s cum in place as it pressed harder and harder against Chase’s inner walls. It was painful but not at the same time. Intense in a way Chase had maybe expected but had no way to prepare for.
Chase made a noise he’d never made before, something shaking loose deep within him.
He was full. So full. As full as he could get without breaking into a million pieces.
But Chase didn’t break. He took it all, his cock spurting weakly again as his prostate was mercilessly pressed by that unforgiving bulk.
