Page 75 of Hot for Teacher
When his hips had stopped their stuttered, determined press against Chase’s ass, Killian removed his teeth from Chase’s skin, licking at the indents he’d left. He slowly and carefully dragged Chase’s limp form down from the couch arm, until Chase was on his back again, one leg behind Killian and one on his lap.
Killian massaged those muscled thighs, brushing at the coarse hair there. He stroked the soft skin along Chase’s creases. And then slowly—deliberately—he brushed his fingers along Chase’s soft cock.
Chase whimpered, automatically covering himself with one hand. “No,” he whined, his eyes still closed as he recovered from his orgasm. “I can’t. Not so soon.”
Killian hummed sympathetically as he knocked Chase’s hand away. “Color?”
“Fuck.” Chase threw the hand over his eyes instead, shoulders shuddering with his sigh. “Green.”
Killian could choose to be merciful right now. He could throw Chase’s thighs back and eat his lovely ass, give that poor cock a break as he worked his sweet boy up to another orgasm.
But Killian didn’t feel like being merciful or even particularly kind. They’d already established he was a pushy fuck, and he felt like pushing now. Felt like reminding Chase that Killian knewwhat was best for this delectable fucking body. Felt like reminding him how perfectly Killian could drive Chase to his limits and beyond them.
So Killian stroked that pretty, soft cock. Petting its length, thumbing at the head (Chasereallywhimpered with that move), praising it in soft, low murmurs.
And then he shuffled back on the couch, leaning forward to take Chase’s limp cock into his mouth, sucking at the perfect, salty flesh.
Fucking delicious.
Chase let out a long, pained moan. Poor baby. So oversensitive.
Killian kept at it, sucking and licking as Chase whimpered his feeble protests. He sucked until Chase’s moans took on a different cant. Until his hips started twitching up in encouragement, and his cock thickened in Killian’s mouth.
It was Killian’s turn to moan, hollowing his cheeks as he grabbed Chase’s hips, encouraging him to lift up and fuck into his mouth.
Chase followed his lead, one arm still thrown over his eyes as he gave in to instinct and rocked up again and again, giving Killian exactly what he wanted.
It took long enough that Killian’s jaw began to ache, but eventually Chase’s back arched, his cry echoing in the quiet room as he shot into Killian’s mouth.
Killian drank it down, licking and swallowing until Chase was pushing frantically at his head, “Please. Fuck. No more.”
Killian chuckled lowly, wiping his mouth as he let Chase be.
Chase collapsed back onto the couch, his body still trembling with the aftershocks. “Shit.”
“Come, sweet boy,” Killian crooned. “Time for bed.”
24
Chase
It was late. So late that it had become early, no longer Friday night but Saturday morning.
And yet neither Chase nor Killian was any closer to closing his eyes. They lay on their sides, facing each other, in Killian’s bed, their legs tangled together.
Killian was petting Chase’s body, his fingers warm and rough against Chase’s naked skin. It was soothing, relaxing any bit of tension Chase still held, and yet Chase couldn’t let his eyes fall shut. Even with his body wrung out and hung to dry from multiple orgasms.
Chase wanted to keep looking at his alpha.
The week had been tough on Killian, Chase could tell, which made Chase feel a little better about what a fucking zombie he’d been himself.
Killian looked fucking edible as always—especially with his dark hair in disarray and his blue eyes all sleepy and satisfied—but there were dark circles under his eyes, and he’d let his facialhair grow longer than he usually did.
Chase brushed his fingertips against the stubble. “Scruffy,” he commented mildly.
“The better to terrify my undergrads with, my dear,” Killian said, baring his teeth in some dorky approximation of a wolf.
Chase arched a brow. “Like Spencer?”
