Page 83 of Hot for Teacher
And then he was opening Chase up, his fingers steady and sure, although his pheromones had deepened, and Chase could feel that massive erection at his hip. Killian certainly wasn’t unaffected by what was going on.
“You know,” Killian said, his tone almost conversational as he twisted two fingers inside Chase. “I’ve always liked a bit of kink, but I never really considered myself a pervert. Not until you.”
“So it’s my—Ungh.” Chase swallowed a moan as Killian added a third finger. He wasn’t used to keeping his sounds contained, not when Killian always ate them the fuck up. “My fault?”
Killian didn’t bother answering him at first, too busy notching that cockhead to Chase’s entrance, sliding into him with a satisfied grunt. His voice was lower and rougher when he finally spoke, his girth stretching Chase’s inner walls. “The things I want to do to you. I’d have you sitting on my lap, stuffed full of my cock while I held office hours, if I thought I could bear someone else seeing you without losing my mind.”
And of course the only answer Chase could give was a slutty moan he only barely kept down to a decent level.
Killian covered Chase’s hands with his own, and then he was driving into him, fast and deep. There was no slow build or teasing. Maybe he was more conscious of the unlocked door than he let on.
Fuck, it felt good. Chase was biting his lip so hard it was going to bleed, trying to keep himself from keening at the fullness.
Killian kissed his shoulder, mouthing at the bit of skin revealed by Chase’s loose neckline. “So tense, sweet boy. Relax. The building’s deserted.”
“I’m not—” A whimper escaped Chase’s lips, and he had to swallow hard before he could speak again. “Not very good at keeping quiet.”
Killian’s laugh was downright mean. “I know. That’s what makes this fun.”
Chase would have liked to beg to differ, but he didn’t really have a leg to stand on, did he? Not when his cock was a rod of fucking steel, the discomfort bubbling together with the arousal in his belly to make everything all the more heightened.
Killian’s weight was heavy enough against him that it was a struggle for Chase to keep his hands in place—not like they weredoing anything to hold him up, anyway. But his alpha had said hands on the desk, so Chase’s hands stayed on the desk.
Chase was overly conscious of every sensation. The harsh brush of Killian’s leg hair. The low grunts sounding from behind him. The hard press of the desk against his hips. It was all in sharp focus, even as everything else in Chase’s brain grew fuzzier.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Killian crooned. “Taking me like you always do. Like you were made for it. I love it. Love the way you submit to me. And I’m going to love leaving here with my cum in your ass. And that’s what’s going to happen, isn’t it? You’re going to milk me dry because you’re fucking perfect.”
It was too much. Chase was always weak for Killian’s praise. And when Killian was driving into him, that thick cock of his hitting Chase’s sweet spot with every thrust?
Chase shuddered, his moan louder than it should have been as his cock erupted over Killian’s desk.
Fuck. Good thing Killian had moved his laptop. When had he even done that?
Killian growled, biting into Chase’s shoulder as he pounded into him, his hips stuttering and that hot warmth filling Chase before his own tremors had ceased.
Chase stayed with his hands on the desk, trying to catch his breath. He managed not to whine as Killian withdrew his softening cock, and Killian planted a trail of kisses down his spine afterward.
There was a swipe from a tissue, and then Killian was tugging Chase’s clothes back up. In less than a minute he was back in his chair, pulling Chase onto his lap again.
Fuck. Chase should probably avoid this building when school was in session. Killian was going to get them both arrested for public indecency at this point.
Killian pressed a warm kiss to Chase’s neck. “You should come by the office more often.”
“I was just thinking I should stay away.” Chase tilted his head to give his alpha better access. “Aren’t we trying to stay discreet next year?”
“I’m not particularly hopeful of managing on that front.” Killian paused. “Unless you’re worried about scrutiny from other students? Or even your professors? I can contain myself if need be.”
Chase gave it some thought. He was trying to be more mindful these days of actually processing what he wanted when someone asked a question like that, instead of saying things were fine or that he didn’t care one way or another.
But it didn’t take long for him to reach his answer this time. “No, I don’t really care.”
Chase had good, solid friendships that mattered more than what some random students thought of him. And he was a polite, punctual student—professors could hate him, but they wouldn’t have any good excuse to fuck with him.
He leaned back to catch Killian’s gaze, trying not to be distracted by how fuckable the alpha looked, his hair tousled and his face glowing with the exertion of fucking Chase into the desk. “But for the sake of your job, I’d like to put in at least a little effort. Like, bare minimum, no one catching us fucking in your office.” Chase arched his brows. “Just as an example.”
Killian had the gall to let out a disappointed huff. “And you won’t be moving in until after you graduate. This is all very taxing.” But he was teasing. Chase could tell by his tone.
Still. “How did you know?”
