Page 15 of Hot for Teacher
He kept stroking Chase’s softening cock, Chase’s cum easing the glide.
“Ohfuck.” Chase’s hips bucked again, this time in a frantic effort to escape that now painful touch. “Too much,” he hissed, although for some reason he didn’t try to actually knock Burke’s hand off him.
“Oh, I know, sweet boy,” Burke crooned, his voice full of false sympathy.
“Fuck.Fuck.” Chase’s hips were twisting in the air now, and Burke used a sharp elbow to hold him in place. Chase keened. “I thought you weren’t—weren’t a sadist.”
“I’m not.” There was a hint of a laugh in Burke’s low, rough voice. “This isn’t about hurting you. It’s about bringing you pleasure. On my terms. Because that’s what bringsmepleasure.” Burke’s voice dropped into something even more soft and intimate. “You can put up with a little discomfort, can’t you, to bring me pleasure? Hm, sweet boy?”
Well, when he put it like that …
Of course Chase could do it. He was no stranger to pushing his body past its limits. He’d run endless drills on shaking legs, finished multiple games after vomiting during the third quarter.
He could handle one fucking torturous hand job.
That didn’t mean he didn’t whimper like a fucking baby when Burke thumbed at his slit again.
“Color, sweet boy.”
“Green.”
And then Burke’s mouth was on him.
Holy shit. Holy fuckingshit. Professor Burke was sucking Chase’s cock, and it fuckinghurt. Chase cried out, his fingers clutching the bedspread so hard he thought he might rip it.
Burke popped off, tutting at him. He stroked Chase’s hip in big, soothing sweeps of his hand. “Relax, sweet boy. I know you can do it.”
Chase forced himself to slow his panting, to take deliberate, deep breaths.In and out, in and out.Burke started suckling at the head of his cock again, but Chase didn’t let himself tense up this time. Burke’s mouth was warm and wet, but he was going easy on Chase. He wasn’t sucking too hard—not yet.
Chase could do this.
And then Burke crooked his fingers, rubbing at Chase’s prostate, and that hot clench of discomfort in Chase’s belly … shifted.
“There it is,” Burke crooned softly. He mouthed at the base of Chase’s cock, which was somehow once again filling with blood. He kissed and licked along the sides, lapped at Chase’s balls, and when Chase was mostly hard again, hollowed his cheeks and sucked him down.
It was heaven. It was torture. It was some weird spot in between. And Chase was pretty sure if Burke’s arm hadn’t been holding him down, he’d have shot straight off the bed.
He wasn’t usually loud in the bedroom, but as Burke worked him over, Chase couldn’t seem to stop moaning and whimpering and letting out frantic “oh gods” and equally desperate “ohfucks.”
It almost felt like his second orgasm was sucked out of him against his will, but that didn’t stop it from flooding Chase’s whole body with overwhelming force. His every muscle was trembling and shaking as he shot his load into Burke’s welcoming mouth.
Burke swallowed.
Professor Burke just swallowed my cum.
Before Chase could process the unreality of that, Burke pulled off his cock with a grunt. Chase rose onto his elbows, unable to resist catching a glimpse of him.
Burke looked … kind of wrecked.
His dark hair was even more mussed than usual, and his lips were red and spit-soaked. He was panting and flushed. But his eyes…
Those eyes were hungry. Ferocious.
They looked like the eyes of an alpha in rut.
Burke started unbuttoning his pants—how had he given Chase two orgasms already and was still fully clothed?—and then he was pulling out what was definitely an alpha’s cock. Thick, long, uncut, the head so red and angry it looked painful. Chase only got a glimpse before Burke was flipping him over.
He heard the telltale sound of a little foil packet tearing.
