Page 16 of Hot for Teacher
Burke’s voice was hoarse when he told him, “I’m going to fuck you now, Chase Adler. Color?”
Chase had just come once more than he should have. His cock was oversensitive, and his body was limp as a fucking noodle. But he somehow found the strength to raise himself to hands and knees, canting his hips, his head lowered between his trembling arms as he answered without hesitation, “Green. My color’s green.”
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Killian
Killian hadn’t planned on fucking Chase Adler. He really hadn’t.
He’d planned on getting the pretty beta on his knees and feeding him his cock. Planned on defying expectations by being oh so gentle and generous with it. No face-fucking, no choking, no hair-pulling. Just holding steady as he let Chase lick and suck and slobber to his heart’s delight.
But Killian hadn’t anticipated the effect Chase would have on him. The beta’s submission to him wasbeautiful. Deliberate yet generous. Easy without feeling careless. As if, for whatever reason, Chase had chosen Killian and was now willing to give him anything and everything he wanted.
If Killian didn’t fuck Chase tonight—if he didn’t pull that tight, muscled ass back and plunge his cock into it right this fucking second—he wasn’t ever going to get it out of his mind. He’d end up going back for more, and he couldn’t do that.
One night had to be enough.
Because Killian didn’t fuck students. And he certainly didn’t fuck students harboring secret crushes—students who’d come to a bar specifically to find him and seduce him.
And fuck if Chase hadn’t even had to try, had he? He’d just sat there with his prissy gin and tonic, barely speaking, and Killian had folded.
And that was the problem. It had to be one night only—goddamnhadto—because Killian had a feeling that if he fucked Chase Adler more than once, he was never going to get him out from under his skin. He was self-aware enough to know that.
It might already be too late, for that matter. Killian could feel it as he watched Chase arch his back and cant his hips. Presenting for his alpha like the perfect little omega, for all that Chase was a beta.
Fucking hell.
Killian rolled on a condom with trembling fingers, grabbed those tempting hips, and notched the angry, aching head of his cock into that waiting hole.
Tight. Hot. Fucking heaven.
Each inch was tortuously won, never mind that Killian had prepped Chase more than thoroughly with his fingers.
Chase had none of an omega’s natural slick, and Killian was a well-proportioned alpha.
Killian had never realized how hot it could be, that fight to gain territory. Like he was claiming Chase’s body against its will, and Chase was letting him.Begginghim.
Chase’s beautiful muscles were trembling, worn out from Killian’s earlier torture. The kind thing to do would be to get him flat on his stomach with a pillow under his hips and drive into him without the poor kid having to hold himself up.
But Killian didn’t feel like being kind. Not when Chase had him twisted into knots without even trying. Not when he was so perfectly willing to put up with discomfort for Killian’s filthy sake.
“Look at you,” Killian murmured when his hips were flush with Chase’s ass, Killian’s swollen cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat as Chase’s gorgeous form shuddered against him. He slid his hands up Chase’s sides, caressing that muscled back. “Taking every inch of me so perfectly.”
Chase let out a low whine, his inner muscles clamping around Killian’s dick like a vise. Killian wasn’t naturally chatty when it came to fucking, but it was worth the extra effort for the way Chase desperately choked on each word of approval.
He took praise so beautifully, this unassuming beta.
Killian slid his hands back down, pulling Chase’s cheeks apart with his thumbs in order to watch himself withdraw, his cock dark and ruddy and glistening. He plunged back in, this time in an easy glide.
Chase moaned, long and low.
Fuck. Killian should tease him more. He should show this beta what it was like to be with a skilled and experienced lover and not another bumbling undergrad.
But Killian couldn’t. He just … couldn’t. Instead, he started driving into Chase desperately, practically rutting into the poor boy, using his grip on Chase’s hips to slam him back with each thrust.
He was rewarded with a desperate, keening, “Oh, fuckingfuck,” followed by the most glorious, punched-out moans. Again and again and again.
Killian threw his head back, groaning his own pleasure. Chase didn’t need an omega’s slick. He was the perfect fucking cock sleeve just as he was. Killian should tell him that, when he was able to form words again and not just growl like a damned beast.
