Page 14 of Hot for Teacher
And since Chase had no pheromones of his own, by the end of all this, he’d smell only of Burke.
He was going to reek of him.
Chase’s cock jerked at the thought, precum streaming from it like a fucking fountain now.
“Let me guess,” Burke mused, licking a stripe along Chase’s hip, ignoring the high-pitched whine Chase let out at the unexpected warmth of his tongue. “You had a high school sweetheart. Lost your virginities together, respectful and romantic.”
That was exactly how it had happened.
“Yes, Alpha,” Chase confirmed. And then, because he somehow knew Burke would get a kick out of it, “She was head cheerleader.”
Becca Summers. She and Chase been friends already through classes, and she’d walked up to him the first day of junior year, saying, “I think we should date.” He’d agreed easily—she was beautiful and funny and smart, and he couldn’t think of a reason why not. And he’d agreed just as easily when she’d called him amonth before graduation, saying she thought they should break it off, free themselves up for college.
He’d later found out she’d told her friends she thought he was “unknowable.”
Chase wasn’t sure about that. Just because he didn’t crack open his chest for public consumption at every opportunity meant he was some sort of teenage sphinx?
All that was beside the point because Chase was rewarded for that bit of honesty with a rush of warm breath over the head of his cock. Burke waschuckling, right above Chase’s dick.
“Of course she was,” Burke murmured, sounding pleased.
Chase wished he could see his face.
Without warning, a lubed finger started circling Chase’s hole, and Chase’s hips jolted up without permission. Burke held him down with a firm hand, as if expecting it. “And have you ever been fucked?”
“Y-Yes,” Chase answered through a gasp, the tender skin around his hole tingling with that teasing touch.
The tip of Burke’s finger dipped in, just barely. “By an alpha?”
“N-No. Betas only.”
“Ever taken a knot?”
Chase tensed—fuck, was Burke really thinking of knotting him?—and then forced himself to relax, allowing that probing finger to slip in all the way.
Fuck, Burke had thick fingers. “No. Not yet.”
That earned him another chuckle, and maybe that was what emboldened Chase to ask, “Is this a seduction or an interview?”
It felt like he’d been teased for hours already, and he wanted more of those thick fingers inside him. He wanted that thick alpha cock pounding into him.Fuck self-restraint, he thought desperately.I want to befucked. Now.
Burke’s finger withdrew, and suddenly Burke was surging over him. Chase’s breath caught in his throat at having that steely gazesuddenly locked with his. “It’s whatever the fuck I want it to be,” Burke growled. His hand slid up Chase’s chest to cup his throat. “You’re hiding a bit of a brat behind those good manners.” Burke’s hold tightened, the slightest hint of a threat. “I’ll have to keep a close eye on you.”
Then he slid back down, out of Chase’s sight, and shoved his hand back down between Chase’s legs. He slid his finger back inside, crooking it mercilessly, and Chase bit back a moan, only for the sound to escape him despite his best efforts when a second finger joined the first.
Burke was a liar though. He wouldn’t be keeping a close eye on Chase at all. He’d already said this was one time only. But Chase didn’t point that out. Partly because hewasn’ta brat, no matter what Burke said, and partly because maybe if he turned a blind eye, it wouldn’t be true. Out of sight, out of mind. It had always worked for his parents.
Don’t fucking think about your parents when your professor’s fingers are inside you, asshole.
Those fingers started twisting inside him, and then finally a hand wrapped around Chase’s cock, stroking confidently. The nefariousness of Burke’s teasing came to light when Chase realized he was going to blow his load in the next thirty seconds.
As if reading his mind, Burke taunted him with his smooth, deep voice, “Besides, I don’t need to seduce you, Chase Adler. You’re fucking gagging for it already.”
On the next upward glide of his hand, Burke’s thumb dipped into Chase’s slit, and Chase groaned, his hips bucking up desperately, more than proving Burke’s point.
What followed was an almost brutally efficient hand job, with Burke’s fingers scissoring and crooking inside him all the while. Chase came with a hoarse shout, his thighs shaking and his toes curling in the air, but Burke didn’t stop.
He didn’t even slow down.
