Page 74 of Hot for Teacher
“Good.” This was important information, and Killian was not going to be distracted by Chase’s erection rubbing against his through their clothes. “Therapy. Very healthy.”
He couldn’t stop kissing Chase’s neck. Had he said kissing was enough? It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.
Luckily for Killian’s sanity, Chase seemed to agree. He lifted hisarms so Killian could get rid of his soft, worn shirt. And then they maneuvered awkwardly, attempting to take off the rest of their clothes with Chase remaining in Killian’s arms as much as possible, stealing kisses from each other after every lost item.
And then Chase was naked on Killian’s lap, rubbing on him like he was just as hungry as Killian was, sliding their hard cocks together, hot skin against hot skin.
Killian couldn’t stop fucking kissing him. Chase tasted minty and fresh, like he’d brushed his teeth right before coming over—which he probably had, polite and conscientious to the end.
Killian cupped Chase’s bare ass, greedy fingers exploring.
He paused at what he found: Chase ready for him, hot, wet, and slick.
“Oh, sweet boy,” Killian sighed into the beta’s mouth. “You came prepared.”
Chase pulled back to smile at him with glazed eyes. “I missed it.” He pushed back, silently urging Killian for more. “I missed you.”
Killian pressed a thick finger into that prepped channel, groaning at the tight squeeze. “You need me to fuck you, baby?”
Chase nodded frantically, already rocking against the intruding digit. “Yes.Yes.”
Killian added another finger, sliding them in and out again, over and over, just for the pleasure in being allowed. “You’re going to come with my cock inside you,” he promised. “And then my mouth on you. Because I’ve fucking missed the way you taste. And then I’m taking you to my bed and doing it all over again.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Killian gripped his rigid, aching cock at the base, holding it steady. “Come here,” he ordered.
Chase rose onto his knees until he was hovering over Killian’s cock, then slowly lowered. Each inch was torturously won, and hepressed his forehead against Killian’s, each of them panting into the other’s mouth.
Killian rubbed soothingly at Chase’s hips as he bottomed out. Or he tried to be soothing, but it was probably more like a mindless pawing. It just felt so fucking good inside him, Chase squeezing Killian so tightly as he shifted and panted and whimpered. It had only been a week—why did it feel like months since Killian had been inside his beta?
Chase rose again, right to the tip, then slammed himself down, groaning loudly. “Oh god, Alpha. You feel good. You feel so good.”
Killian couldn’t help but kiss him again, wet and raw. And bless those fucking athlete’s thighs, as Chase bounced on his cock like he was made for it, whining into Killian’s mouth.
But Killian’s sweet beta wasn’t satisfied. His whines took on a plaintive tone as he fucked himself on Killian’s cock. “Alpha.”
“I know, baby.” Killian soothed him with another kiss. Or maybe he soothed himself, taking a detour and sucking on Chase’s neck so hard the hickey would be unmistakable in the morning.
Killian tackled Chase onto his back on the couch, withdrawing from that perfect warmth just long enough to flip him over onto his hands and knees.
Chase scrambled up, gripping onto the arms of the couch for dear life. Killian set one knee behind him, one foot on the floor for leverage, and then drove back into him like a desperate man.
“Ohfuck!” Chase cried.
Killian let go completely, let the beast inside him take over, pounding into his beta. His boyfriend. His future fucking mate.
“You’re going to come like this,” Killian told Chase, rough and low. “Filled by my cock. Don’t you dare touch that pretty dick, Chase Adler.”
Chase keened with the next thrust, maybe in acknowledgment or maybe not. Either way, he was good for Killian. He didn’t touch that pretty dick.
And still, he erupted mere minutes later, spurting all over Killian’s expensive Italian leather couch.
Good fucking boy. Killian told him so, biting at his shoulder to get the message across more fully.
He braced a hand on the couch arm, putting his whole weight into fucking Chase through his orgasm, drinking in every whimper and cry until the pressure building within him became too much, Killian’s balls high and tight and fit to burst.
Killian bit down on Chase’s shoulder again as he came, filling his beta with his cum, his ears buzzing so loudly he could barely hear Chase chanting, “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” over and over.
