Page 33 of Hot for Teacher
Killian was already turning Chase to face the table on his lap, tugging down Chase’s shorts and underwear and shoving his own sweats out of the way to free his cock, which was somehow an angry, leaking mess, like Killian was coming out of months of celibacy and not a night where he’d already blown his load twice.
He pressed a hand to Chase’s back. “Lean forward.”
He belatedly remembered to pull out the condom he’d for some reason stashed in his pocket, rolling it on frantically before he pressed a searching finger to Chase’s hole. He was probably a little loose from the night before, but Killian would still need to—
Killian froze. “Chase?”
“Yes, Alpha?”
“Did you prep yourself in the shower?”
“A little.” Chase cleared his throat. The tips of his ears were red. “I wasn’t expecting— It was just in case.”
“Fuck.” Killian dropped his head to Chase’s back. “You’re dangerous.”
“I’m really not.”
Killian didn’t argue the point. He wrapped an arm around Chase’s middle and lined himself up, notching the broad head of his cock to Chase’s prepped hole.
Chase groaned as Killian eased him down over his cock, his hand splayed across Chase’s clenched abs. Someday very soonKillian was going to be doing this without the condom. Bare skin to bare skin. Chase Adler, dripping with his cum.
And then perhaps …
Visions assaulted Killian. Of this exact same position, only in his office this time. Chase in Killian’s lap, his perfect ass clenching down on Killian’s cock as Killian graded papers. Chase on his knees under Killian’s desk, his eager mouth working desperately as Killian planned out his next lesson.
Killian grunted, tightening his arms around his beta. “You said a few hours?”
“Probably—” Chase stopped, letting out another desperate groan as Killian stood, kicking back his chair and bending Chase fully over the table. “Probably just an hour now.”
“Don’t worry, sweet boy,” Killian soothed, driving his hips back and then sliding in, Chase’s channel tight and hot and smooth as butter. “I’ll wash my scent off afterward. You won’t even be late.”
Killian wouldn’t have been able to make this last even if he wanted to. It was going to be quick and furious and beastly, because apparently that was what this unassuming beta had turned Killian into.
Fuck.
Killian was in so much fucking trouble.
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Chase
Chase nursed his flat beer and tried not to stare at one of his roommates making out heavily with a beta girl who’d introduced herself approximately thirty seconds ago. Chase wasn’t a natural voyeur, but also they were, like, right in front of his face.
“Do you think Spence has adapted to need less oxygen than the average human?” Noah asked next to him.
Chase shrugged. “That would be pretty quick work, evolutionarily speaking.”
“True.” Noah shook his empty bottle. “I’m going to get another drink. Want one?”
“I’m good.”
Chase didn’t even want the drink he had. He’d poured it over an hour ago—his first drink of the night—and he was barely halfway through it. As a beta, he wasn’t particularly pheromone-sensitive, but for some reason all the mixed scents in the heavily populated house were making his stomach roil.
It was shitty of him to mope about it though. He was the one who’d dragged his friends out to this party.
Well, he’d dragged Noah. Spencer had been all for it, thrilled that the three of them were finally free on the same Friday night.
They were at a house party one of Chase’s old teammates was throwing. Chase had always liked the guy’s parties; they were a good time without going over the top. But it was also Friday night, and Chase had become accustomed to … certain things on his Friday nights.
