Page 13 of Hot for Teacher
He had a feeling he’d be waiting for that touch quite a bit longer.
Instead of dampening his desire, the thought made Chase hotter. He had to wait, to prove to Burke that he could be good and obedient. When Burke finally touched him, it wouldn’t be some half-sincere fumbling in a dark bedroom at a kegger—it would be areward.
Burkes sipped his whiskey, his gaze now sliding over to Chase’s neatly folded clothes, the shoes he’d lined up on the floor. Burke’s lips tilted up at the corners, and he walked over, setting his glass next to the pile on the bedside table. “What a polite young man you are, Chase Adler,” he murmured.
Chase didn’t think a response was required, so he stayed silent.
Burke picked up the wooden chair, carrying it over and setting it in front of Chase. He took a seat, his thighs spread wide again, their knees close to touching. He was hard—the bulge almost alarmingly massive in his dress pants—though he didn’t seem particularly bothered by it. He leaned back, setting his chin on his hand. “You have a beautiful body.”
Chase’s cheeks warmed, and this time he did respond. “Thank you, Alpha.”
“You haven’t touched yourself.”
It was a statement, not a question, but Chase still shook his head. “I didn’t think I was supposed to.”
Burke hummed his approval. “How right you are. What good instincts you have, sweet boy. A natural.”
Chase still couldn’t tell if Burke was teasing him when he spoke that way, but it warmed Chase to the tips of his toes regardless. Fuck, was he supposed to be this easy? Burke was pressing buttons he hadn’t even known he had, and Chase suddenly feltlike they were giant and bright red and obvious to everyone but him.
Burke leaned forward, leather and cherry in the air, and set his hands on Chase’s knees, his thumbs caressing the skin there. The touch burned, and Chase’s cock jerked.
Since when was his fuckingkneean erogenous zone?
Burke smiled. “How should I reward you?” Before Chase could even think of a possible answer to that—touch me, suck me, fuck me—Burke pressed a hand to Chase’s chest, pushing him gently but firmly. “Lean back, hm?”
Chase leaned back until his back hit the mattress, his legs still hanging off the edge of the bed. The change in position took Burke out of his line of sight.
Chase felt more exposed than ever, with Burke no longer visible but undeniably present, seated between Chase’s spread knees, his broad hands sliding up Chase’s thighs.
Chase could feel him looking. Watching.
Chase’s breath caught again as Burke’s hands continued to trace his skin. Up to his hips. His stomach. Down again, to the soft, sensitive skin of Chase’s pelvis. Down further to Chase’s balls. Burke weighed them in his palms, rolled them between his fingers.
Chase let out an embarrassing whimper, covering his face with his hands.
A pinch at his thigh, brief but sharp. “Oh no, sweet boy. Can’t have you covering that pretty face. Hands down on the bed.”
Chase set his hands down immediately, clawing his fingertips into the covers to keep them there as Burke lifted Chase’s painfully full cock and balls out of the way, his thumb tracing down Chase’s perineum.
“How quickly do you think you’ll come,” Burke mused, ignoring another one of Chase’s strangled whimpers, “when I finally stroke this poor, pretty cock?”
“Very quickly, sir,” Chase admitted. There was no use pretending—Burke had barely touched him and his cock already felt like it was going to explode any minute.
A nip at Chase’s hip, a there-and-gone burn.
“Alpha,” Chase corrected. “Very quickly,Alpha.”
“And how quickly can you go again? On average?”
“I—I don’t know.”
The thumb tracing Chase’s taint like a promise stilled. “No one’s made you come more than once in one go?”
“No, Alpha.”
Burke let out a low rumble of a laugh. “Oh fuck, this is going to be fun. You poor, poor thing.”
He continued petting Chase, rubbing not just his fingers but also his wrists against Chase’s inner thighs, the creases of his pelvis. Scent marking him.
