Page 17 of Hot for Teacher
Pheromones filled the air, rich and thick and probably suffocating. Thank fuck Chase was a beta, or Killian would have been traumatizing him with the strength of them.
When he realized he was too closewaytoo fucking soon,Killian paused with his cock deep inside the beta, stroking his hand up Chase’s back, feeling those gorgeous muscles again. The words came out almost angry as he growled, “This body of yours is fucking ridiculous.”
When Killian had first caught sight of Chase, nude and waiting prettily on his bed, it had been like a punch to the gut. Underneath his baggy exercise shorts and zip-up sweatshirts, Chase was lean and cut—no showy muscles but still well defined, with tantalizingly pale skin around his groin and buttocks. He’d spent a lot of time shirtless in the sun in tiny shorts, from the look of it. His body was strong, yes, but also pretty. To match his pretty goddamn face.
Some kind of athlete; Killian would swear by it.
Killian let his hands wander over and around Chase’s hips, only to find exactly what he’d hoped for. “Fuck,” he whispered, almost reverent. “You’re hard again.”
Even after all that torture, even with Killian fucking into him without a touch to spare for Chase’s spent dick.
What a good fucking boy.
Chase gave a piteous whine as Killian thumbed at the head of his cock, and another low growl escaped Killian’s chest. “You’ll come again,” he ordered, deciding it as the words were leaving his mouth. “While I’m fucking you.”
“I can’t.”
Killian smacked Chase’s hip. “You’ll come again, or I’ll stuff my knot into you right now.” Chase let out another low moan, and Killian almost laughed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? So eager to please, you’d take an alpha’s knot without any prep.”
Here Killian had told himself he wasn’t naturally chatty, and he couldn’t stop. Fucking. Talking.
“You could do it too,” he mused, circling his thumb over and over, liking the way it made Chase writhe against him, his ass choking Killian’s dick. “I don’t know if anyone’s told you, but thistight ass of yours was made to be fucked. I barely had my fingers in you and look how well you’re taking me.”
Killian spread those pretty pale cheeks again, admiring the way Chase’s hole stretched tight around his girth. “Perfect fucking hole,” he praised. “Touch yourself for me.”
Chase shook his head furiously. “Can’t—can’t hold myself up.”
“You can. You’re so strong, sweet boy. You can do it. Lower onto your forearms.”
Chase did, the movement deepening the arch of his back. He sneaked one hand down in between his legs, whimpering as he grabbed his own cock.
“Oh, look at you,” Killian crooned. “Listening so well. If you manage to come before me, you’ll get another kiss.”
Killian promised it lightly, as if he weren’t dying to give Chase exactly that. Their kiss earlier had been deadly—the way Chase had melted into it, open and sweet and unbelievably perfect.
Fuck. Maybe Killian shouldn’t kiss him again after all. What he needed was to get off, to get out of this lustful, worshipful headspace he was in.
No more pauses.
Killian pulled back, slamming into Chase again with a groan. He started up a steady pace again, driving into the beta over and over, using that gorgeous body exactly the way he wanted.
But now Chase seemed desperate to get what Killian had promised. He wasn’t passively taking it anymore—he was slamming his ass back to meet Killian’s hips, his wrist working furiously even as he whined like he was in pain.
His desperation was beautiful.
It was Chase who came first, with a wrecked and wretched sob, his channel clamping down around Killian.
And that was it. Killian jerked Chase up with an arm around his chest, claiming his mouth as the world went dim around him,Killian’s orgasm barreling through him with more power than it had any right to, given his extensive experience.
Chase whined and whimpered into the kiss. Killian fucked that pleading mouth with his tongue and emptied himself into the condom. He wished he was bare. Wished he was filling Chase with his cum. Wished he wasn’t so carefully keeping his half-inflated knot out of that welcoming hole.
But that wasn’t what this was. It couldn’t be.
So Killian slowed down, pressing sweet kisses to Chase’s lips, murmuring, “There it is. You’ve earned it, hm? You did so well. So well.”
He lowered Chase onto the bed. The beta was a vision, all tear-streaked cheeks and glassy eyes, every inch of him shaking. Killian lay down beside him and tugged Chase into his arms, sweeping his hands up and down Chase’s sides.
“D-Didn’t take you for a cuddler,” Chase muttered eventually.
