Page 51 of Hot for Teacher
It was a slower drag than usual without any extra lube to ease the way, but it wasn’t painful. Chase was open enough from earlier, and he’d been half-assed about cleaning himself out in the shower. And Killian had worked enough spit into him to fill a fucking swimming pool, so …
Chase choked on air as Killian started driving into him roughly, pulling back and slamming in again over and over. There were none of his usual whispered words, no seduction. It was a mindless, determined rutting. Like he was completing a task, not fucking Chase so much as doing what he’d said he needed to do: get his cum back inside.
And for some reason, it was driving Chase just as wild as the low, crooning praise he usually received. His hard cock ached where it was pressed against the table, and the low, punched-out moans he was letting out with each thrust of Killian’s hips were loud enough to echo in the large kitchen.
It didn’t take long; Killian was too worked up. After a few morefrantic pumps, he drove in hard, his hips shuddering against Chase’s ass.
Filling him up, just like he’d promised.
And then Killian jerked Chase upright, his back against Killian’s chest, and stroked Chase’s cock like a man on a mission. It was rough and kind of painful, and Chase came almost immediately, spurting all over Killian’s fist, barely able to breathe as he let out a strangled, gasping cry.
Fuck. His knees were weak with it.
Killian grunted his approval, then pulled up Chase’s sweats and underwear, wiping the cum coating his hand onto a spare paper towel.
Killian’s own cum was still seeping out of Chase’s ass. Chase’s underwear was going to be wet and sticky until he could get home and change.
Killian turned Chase around by the shoulders. His eyes were still hot, and his dark hair was in disarray, with color high on his cheeks. He looked kind of wild. Feral.
“You can’t shower here,” he told Chase, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Chase blinked at him. “Okay.”
“You can shower when you get home. When I’m not there.” After a beat, Killian added, “Sorry.”
“It’s no problem.”
Killian let out a harsh breath. “It’s possible I’m close to my rut.”
Chase raised a brow. “You think?”
Killian laughed ruefully, rubbing a hand over his face. “I thought I’d be good until summer break, but it seems to be arriving early. I’m guessing in a few days at best.” He lowered his hand, meeting Chase’s gaze squarely. “I’d like you to be here. To spend it with me.”
For just a moment, something indescribable twisted in Chase’s chest. It was a big deal, to be invited for an alpha’s rut. Chase knewmore than a few couples who’d spent them apart in the early days, worried the intensity would be too much for a fledgling relationship.
Chase squashed the weird feeling down. Hard.
He and Killian were no strangers to intense sex; that was all. It wouldn’t be as big of a deal for them as for some people.
Killian misread Chase’s hesitation. “I won’t let you get hurt, Chase.”
Because Chase was a beta. Because Killian would need to knot him.
Killian’s going to knot me.
All Chase’s blood rushed south, and his spent dick twitched.
Chase swallowed. Cleared his throat. “I’m not worried about that. But, um, isn’t ityouthat could get hurt? If I can’t … satisfy?”
From what Chase knew, it was painful for an alpha to go through an unresolved rut. There were some who wouldn’t even try with a beta or another alpha. They considered it better to go it alone—with medication and the proper toys—than be left unsatisfied.
Killian’s eyes blazed with something unreadable. “You’ll satisfy,” he said, low and rough as a whispered promise.
“Okay. Yeah.” Chase found himself nodding. “I’ll spend your rut with you.”
Killian’s whole body sagged with relief. He really must not have liked spending ruts alone. “Good,” he said gruffly. He set Chase’s cap back on his head, brushing a hand over Chase’s neck in a much more casual scent marking than his earlier efforts. “That’s good, then.” He turned back to the stove. “Sit down. I’ll start a new pan of eggs.”
And when Chase left that morning, he left with Killian’s cum trailing down his thighs and a key to Killian’s house burning a hole in his pocket.
