Chapter 4
Chase
Burke’s steps were heavy in the hall, although it sounded to Chase like he’d removed his dress shoes at some point.
The alpha stopped in the doorway of the bedroom, and Chase’s breath caught. The shoes were gone, yes, and Burke had unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, a smattering of dark chest hair now peeking out. He was holding a tumbler of whiskey with one of those single oversize ice cubes.
Definitely a bar cart guy.
Burke stood in the doorway for a long moment, his gaze tracing over Chase’s nude form, the weight of it as heavy and heated as his touch had been.
Chase was comfortable with nudity. He liked his body just fine, and he had plenty of experience with the casual nakedness of team locker rooms and a certain roommate with very few boundaries.
But he’d never been … perused like this.
So thoroughly, yet with an almost detached air, despite Burke’s obvious approval for what he saw.
Chase was hyperaware of every inch of his own skin. Of his cock, which stood heavy and full, aching to be touched.
He had a feeling he’d be waiting for that touch quite a bit longer.
Instead of dampening his desire, the thought made Chase hotter. He had to wait, to prove to Burke that he could be good and obedient. When Burke finally touched him, it wouldn’t be some half-sincere fumbling in a dark bedroom at a kegger—it would be a reward.
Burkes sipped his whiskey, his gaze now sliding over to Chase’s neatly folded clothes, the shoes he’d lined up on the floor.
Burke’s lips tilted up at the corners, and he walked over, setting his glass next to the pile on the bedside table.
“What a polite young man you are, Chase Adler,” he murmured.
Chase didn’t think a response was required, so he stayed silent.
Burke picked up the wooden chair, carrying it over and setting it in front of Chase.
He took a seat, his thighs spread wide again, their knees close to touching.
He was hard—the bulge almost alarmingly massive in his dress pants—though he didn’t seem particularly bothered by it.
He leaned back, setting his chin on his hand. “You have a beautiful body.”
Chase’s cheeks warmed, and this time he did respond. “Thank you, Alpha.”
“You haven’t touched yourself.”
It was a statement, not a question, but Chase still shook his head. “I didn’t think I was supposed to.”
Burke hummed his approval. “How right you are. What good instincts you have, sweet boy. A natural.”
Chase still couldn’t tell if Burke was teasing him when he spoke that way, but it warmed Chase to the tips of his toes regardless.
Fuck, was he supposed to be this easy? Burke was pressing buttons he hadn’t even known he had, and Chase suddenly felt like they were giant and bright red and obvious to everyone but him.
Burke leaned forward, leather and cherry in the air, and set his hands on Chase’s knees, his thumbs caressing the skin there. The touch burned, and Chase’s cock jerked.
Since when was his fucking knee an erogenous zone?
Burke smiled. “How should I reward you?” Before Chase could even think of a possible answer to that—touch me, suck me, fuck me—Burke pressed a hand to Chase’s chest, pushing him gently but firmly. “Lean back, hm?”
Chase leaned back until his back hit the mattress, his legs still hanging off the edge of the bed. The change in position took Burke out of his line of sight.
Chase felt more exposed than ever, with Burke no longer visible but undeniably present, seated between Chase’s spread knees, his broad hands sliding up Chase’s thighs.
Chase could feel him looking. Watching.
Chase’s breath caught again as Burke’s hands continued to trace his skin. Up to his hips. His stomach. Down again, to the soft, sensitive skin of Chase’s pelvis. Down further to Chase’s balls. Burke weighed them in his palms, rolled them between his fingers.
Chase let out an embarrassing whimper, covering his face with his hands.
A pinch at his thigh, brief but sharp. “Oh no, sweet boy. Can’t have you covering that pretty face. Hands down on the bed.”
Chase set his hands down immediately, clawing his fingertips into the covers to keep them there as Burke lifted Chase’s painfully full cock and balls out of the way, his thumb tracing down Chase’s perineum.
“How quickly do you think you’ll come,” Burke mused, ignoring another one of Chase’s strangled whimpers, “when I finally stroke this poor, pretty cock?”
“Very quickly, sir,” Chase admitted. There was no use pretending—Burke had barely touched him and his cock already felt like it was going to explode any minute.
A nip at Chase’s hip, a there-and-gone burn.
“Alpha,” Chase corrected. “Very quickly, Alpha.”
“And how quickly can you go again? On average?”
“I—I don’t know.”
The thumb tracing Chase’s taint like a promise stilled. “No one’s made you come more than once in one go?”
“No, Alpha.”
Burke let out a low rumble of a laugh. “Oh fuck, this is going to be fun. You poor, poor thing.”
He continued petting Chase, rubbing not just his fingers but also his wrists against Chase’s inner thighs, the creases of his pelvis. Scent marking him.
And since Chase had no pheromones of his own, by the end of all this, he’d smell only of Burke.
He was going to reek of him.
Chase’s cock jerked at the thought, precum streaming from it like a fucking fountain now.
“Let me guess,” Burke mused, licking a stripe along Chase’s hip, ignoring the high-pitched whine Chase let out at the unexpected warmth of his tongue. “You had a high school sweetheart. Lost your virginities together, respectful and romantic.”
That was exactly how it had happened.
“Yes, Alpha,” Chase confirmed. And then, because he somehow knew Burke would get a kick out of it, “She was head cheerleader.”
Becca Summers. She and Chase been friends already through classes, and she’d walked up to him the first day of junior year, saying, “I think we should date.” He’d agreed easily—she was beautiful and funny and smart, and he couldn’t think of a reason why not.
And he’d agreed just as easily when she’d called him a month before graduation, saying she thought they should break it off, free themselves up for college.
He’d later found out she’d told her friends she thought he was “unknowable.”
Chase wasn’t sure about that. Just because he didn’t crack open his chest for public consumption at every opportunity meant he was some sort of teenage sphinx?
All that was beside the point because Chase was rewarded for that bit of honesty with a rush of warm breath over the head of his cock. Burke was chuckling, right above Chase’s dick.
“Of course she was,” Burke murmured, sounding pleased.
Chase wished he could see his face.
Without warning, a lubed finger started circling Chase’s hole, and Chase’s hips jolted up without permission. Burke held him down with a firm hand, as if expecting it. “And have you ever been fucked?”
“Y-Yes,” Chase answered through a gasp, the tender skin around his hole tingling with that teasing touch.
The tip of Burke’s finger dipped in, just barely. “By an alpha?”
“N-No. Betas only.”
“Ever taken a knot?”
Chase tensed—fuck, was Burke really thinking of knotting him?—and then forced himself to relax, allowing that probing finger to slip in all the way.
Fuck, Burke had thick fingers. “No. Not yet.”
That earned him another chuckle, and maybe that was what emboldened Chase to ask, “Is this a seduction or an interview?”
It felt like he’d been teased for hours already, and he wanted more of those thick fingers inside him. He wanted that thick alpha cock pounding into him. Fuck self-restraint, he thought desperately. I want to be fucked. Now.
Burke’s finger withdrew, and suddenly Burke was surging over him.
Chase’s breath caught in his throat at having that steely gaze suddenly locked with his.
“It’s whatever the fuck I want it to be,” Burke growled.
His hand slid up Chase’s chest to cup his throat.
“You’re hiding a bit of a brat behind those good manners.
” Burke’s hold tightened, the slightest hint of a threat. “I’ll have to keep a close eye on you.”
Then he slid back down, out of Chase’s sight, and shoved his hand back down between Chase’s legs. He slid his finger back inside, crooking it mercilessly, and Chase bit back a moan, only for the sound to escape him despite his best efforts when a second finger joined the first.
Burke was a liar though. He wouldn’t be keeping a close eye on Chase at all.
He’d already said this was one time only.
But Chase didn’t point that out. Partly because he wasn’t a brat, no matter what Burke said, and partly because maybe if he turned a blind eye, it wouldn’t be true.
Out of sight, out of mind. It had always worked for his parents.
Don’t fucking think about your parents when your professor’s fingers are inside you, asshole.
Those fingers started twisting inside him, and then finally a hand wrapped around Chase’s cock, stroking confidently. The nefariousness of Burke’s teasing came to light when Chase realized he was going to blow his load in the next thirty seconds.
As if reading his mind, Burke taunted him with his smooth, deep voice, “Besides, I don’t need to seduce you, Chase Adler. You’re fucking gagging for it already.”
On the next upward glide of his hand, Burke’s thumb dipped into Chase’s slit, and Chase groaned, his hips bucking up desperately, more than proving Burke’s point.
What followed was an almost brutally efficient hand job, with Burke’s fingers scissoring and crooking inside him all the while. Chase came with a hoarse shout, his thighs shaking and his toes curling in the air, but Burke didn’t stop.
He didn’t even slow down.
He kept stroking Chase’s softening cock, Chase’s cum easing the glide.
“Oh fuck.” Chase’s hips bucked again, this time in a frantic effort to escape that now painful touch. “Too much,” he hissed, although for some reason he didn’t try to actually knock Burke’s hand off him.
“Oh, I know, sweet boy,” Burke crooned, his voice full of false sympathy.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Chase’s hips were twisting in the air now, and Burke used a sharp elbow to hold him in place. Chase keened. “I thought you weren’t—weren’t a sadist.”
“I’m not.” There was a hint of a laugh in Burke’s low, rough voice.
“This isn’t about hurting you. It’s about bringing you pleasure.
On my terms. Because that’s what brings me pleasure.
” Burke’s voice dropped into something even more soft and intimate.
“You can put up with a little discomfort, can’t you, to bring me pleasure? Hm, sweet boy?”
Well, when he put it like that …
Of course Chase could do it. He was no stranger to pushing his body past its limits. He’d run endless drills on shaking legs, finished multiple games after vomiting during the third quarter.
He could handle one fucking torturous hand job.
That didn’t mean he didn’t whimper like a fucking baby when Burke thumbed at his slit again.
“Color, sweet boy.”
“Green.”
And then Burke’s mouth was on him.
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Professor Burke was sucking Chase’s cock, and it fucking hurt. Chase cried out, his fingers clutching the bedspread so hard he thought he might rip it.
Burke popped off, tutting at him. He stroked Chase’s hip in big, soothing sweeps of his hand. “Relax, sweet boy. I know you can do it.”
Chase forced himself to slow his panting, to take deliberate, deep breaths.
In and out, in and out. Burke started suckling at the head of his cock again, but Chase didn’t let himself tense up this time.
Burke’s mouth was warm and wet, but he was going easy on Chase. He wasn’t sucking too hard—not yet.
Chase could do this.
And then Burke crooked his fingers, rubbing at Chase’s prostate, and that hot clench of discomfort in Chase’s belly … shifted.
“There it is,” Burke crooned softly. He mouthed at the base of Chase’s cock, which was somehow once again filling with blood. He kissed and licked along the sides, lapped at Chase’s balls, and when Chase was mostly hard again, hollowed his cheeks and sucked him down.
It was heaven. It was torture. It was some weird spot in between. And Chase was pretty sure if Burke’s arm hadn’t been holding him down, he’d have shot straight off the bed.
He wasn’t usually loud in the bedroom, but as Burke worked him over, Chase couldn’t seem to stop moaning and whimpering and letting out frantic “oh gods” and equally desperate “oh fucks.”
It almost felt like his second orgasm was sucked out of him against his will, but that didn’t stop it from flooding Chase’s whole body with overwhelming force. His every muscle was trembling and shaking as he shot his load into Burke’s welcoming mouth.
Burke swallowed.
Professor Burke just swallowed my cum.
Before Chase could process the unreality of that, Burke pulled off his cock with a grunt. Chase rose onto his elbows, unable to resist catching a glimpse of him.
Burke looked … kind of wrecked.
His dark hair was even more mussed than usual, and his lips were red and spit-soaked. He was panting and flushed. But his eyes …
Those eyes were hungry. Ferocious.
They looked like the eyes of an alpha in rut.
Burke started unbuttoning his pants—how had he given Chase two orgasms already and was still fully clothed?—and then he was pulling out what was definitely an alpha’s cock. Thick, long, uncut, the head so red and angry it looked painful. Chase only got a glimpse before Burke was flipping him over.
He heard the telltale sound of a little foil packet tearing.
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. ”