“Please what?” Greg slipped his finger out of Dale, leaving his hole neglected. He eased his hand between them, ground his palm down on Dale’s cock, and Dale was only aware of him, of this alpha who pleasured him, made him need.
Greg’s touch was so much better than his own. It was hotter. Heavier.
“Need—need you,” Dale gasped, shoving his hips at Greg.
Greg smirked, pulling open Dale’s belt. He undid Dale’s pants, slid his zipper open, and pushed his briefs down. And Dale’s cock finally slid free into the cool office air, pink and glistening, accompanied by a surge of musk. The pressure at his groin eased a little. Greg inhaled deeply, sliding his fingers down Dale’s length, inspecting it. Dale hissed, pulling back.
“What’s wrong?” Greg asked, pausing.
“Friction burns.” Dale’s cheeks prickled. “I was... busy over the weekend.”
A slow smile crept along Greg’s lips. He trailed his fingers down Dale’s cock, then up to his tip, avoiding the pinker splotches of sensitive skin. Then he rubbed Dale’s tip through his foreskin, sending a ribbon of pleasure through his nerves. “Who were you thinking of?”
Warmth swept through Dale’s face. It was bad enough that he was doing this with Greg. To have Greg know... “It’s none of your business.”
“You were jerking off to me,” Greg said, watching him carefully.
And Dale’s face burned like the fires of hell, condemning and traitorous.
Greg’s smile grew wider. He eased Dale’s foreskin away from his tip, exposing him, and Dale shivered, squirming.
“Does it hurt here?” He rubbed a callused finger right over Dale’s tip, sending a spark of pleasure through his body.
Dale’s hips jerked up. “No.”
“What about here?” Greg flicked his finger right under his head. Pleasure shot through his body.
Dale choked, gasping. Somehow, Greg knew where exactly to touch him. Where he wanted to be touched. This wasn’t what his heats were like. It was a thousand times better. “Greg, stop teasing.”
“You want me to fuck you,” Greg murmured, curling his fingers around Dale’s cock, and Dale thrust up into his hand, his cock pushing thick and ruddy past the circle of his fingers, unabashedly hungry. “You want me to knot inside you.”
Dale couldn’t look at him. “Yes,” he muttered, rocking into Greg’s touch.
And Greg smiled, hooking his hands into Dale’s waistbands, pushing his pants and briefs down his thighs. Then he slid his hand between Dale’s legs, rubbing his tight balls, before stroking behind them, touching Dale’s hole.
Dale hissed, relaxing for him. Greg worked his callused finger around Dale’s hole, drawing circles around it, sliding over it, his finger smearing with slick.
“Want something?” Greg whispered, his finger rubbing slow and hot against Dale’s entrance, tempting. One well-angled push, and he’d be inside.
Dale whined. “Fuck.”
“Fuck you here?” Greg stroked him, teasing, and sank his fingertip inside Dale.
Dale shuddered. He curled his hand around Greg’s wrist, trying to push him deeper. “Don’t stop there.”
Greg smirked, sliding the rest of his finger in. Dale’s body stretched around the welcome intrusion, and his face burned. He shouldn’t be this needy for his student.
“So fucking wet,” Greg murmured, swirling his finger inside, probing, exploring Dale’s body. Dale’s spine arched; he tried to breathe through the pleasure, all his thoughts fleeing his mind. “So ready for my cock.”
Dale’s cheeks burned. This was wrong, his pants down, his student between his legs. Greg’s finger inside him, finding out just how much Dale needed to be fucked.
“This—this will get us in so much trouble,” Dale breathed the moment he could speak. “I—I’m not—You’re my student.”
Greg crooked his finger against Dale’s prostate, and Dale’s cock jumped, his body thrumming. Greg licked his lips. “And yet you need me,” Greg whispered, sliding his finger out. “Look.”
Under the fluorescent lights of Dale’s office, Greg’s finger glistened between them, covered in Dale’s slick.
Dale’s face burned. Greg had touched him inside.
“This is wrong,” Dale moaned.
“Not if it stays a secret.”
Greg slid his thumb down Dale’s balls, a light, warm touch, and Dale’s fingers curled around the edge of his desk. Slick trickled down his thighs. But Greg didn’t touch him inside.
“That’s all?” Dale whispered.
“That was prepping you,” Greg said, rubbing Dale’s tip, watching as it jerked out of his hand. “Before you take my cock.”
Dale’s breath tore out of him. And Greg slid his arm around Dale’s waist, pulling Dale away from the desk. He turned Dale around, pressed his chest to Dale’s back, the hard line in his jeans pushing against Dale’s spine.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Greg whispered in Dale’s ear, his breath rushing hot on his skin. “Split you open with my cock.”
Dale throbbed, and Greg bent him over the desk, hooked his hand against Dale’s hip, angling Dale’s ass into the air. Dale groaned, spreading his legs wider, his cock dripping. The entire office smelled like musk, like sex, and Dale ached, needing more.
“Gonna give you a good pounding,” Greg murmured. Dale bit his lip, trying not to groan.
Past the rush of his breathing, he heard Greg’s button snap, his zipper rasp. There was a rustle of clothing, and he looked over his shoulder.
Greg’s cock pushed out of his pants, big, damp at the tip, and Dale’s entire body clenched with need.
Greg pressed his cock down against Dale’s ass, let its heat soak into Dale’s skin. Then he rocked it between Dale’s cheeks, sinking closer to his hole, spreading his cheeks open. Dale couldn’t think past the heft of it. Part of him said he shouldn’t have waited this long. He should’ve had Greg’s cock up his ass the very first day they met.
Dale reached down, needing to hold Greg so he could sit back on it. But Greg caught his wrist, held it down against Dale’s back, and slid his cock between Dale’s cheeks.
“Feel my cock,” he whispered, pressing right against Dale’s hole. “Gonna sink this inside you.”
It was heavy, hot, and Dale whined, his own cock dripping onto the floor. Greg slapped his ass lightly, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure down Dale’s body. But Greg lifted his cock
