Seducing Professor Coyle (11 page)

“I’m not a kid. I may be young, but I’m a grown man. I know when I want someone and why. I’m not suffering from some misguided case of puppy love because you’re my teacher.”

“Benjamin, I—”

“I hated you.”

This stopped Peter. He leaned back in his seat, nibbling on a ball point pen. “What do you mean?”

“When I met you here the other day to ask about my incomplete. I thought you were a pompous, self-important dick. Did I look at you? Sure. You’re hot. I noticed. But I wasn’t interested in pursuing you. I had no desire to
woo
you, because you were my teacher or for any other reason. It wasn’t until I saw you at Thorn’s party.” He shifted his eyes down. “In that pool.”

Heat flooded Peter’s groin. He silently cursed himself. The damn kid was convincing, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t let him gain control of this discussion. Gain control of
him
.

Ben met his eyes. “I didn’t even recognize you at first, you had your back to me,” he said, his voice soft. “But I remember thinking, wow. That’s what I want. That’s what I’ve been looking for.”

Peter shifted in his seat, avoiding the green eyes that seemed to drill into his soul. “Benjamin, it doesn’t matter what your...motivations are. Nothing can happen between us. And I think you’ll find this will pass, and you’ll look back on it and laugh. Realize you don’t want some broken down old literature professor who has to sneak off and screw strangers on the outskirts of town.”

Ben took in a breath, and Peter immediately regretted his words. He shouldn’t have made reference to anything sexual.

Leaning forward, Ben rested tanned arms on the desk. “Peter.
Dr. Coyle
. If you don’t want me, say you don’t want me. But don’t tell me what I think and feel. You’re not old, and you sure as shit aren’t broken down. Yeah, I watched you at the party. I spied on you. It was wrong, but I did it anyway. Because I couldn’t help myself. You’re everything I want. And I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Peter dropped his hands on his lap to hide their trembling. And to stop him from reaching across the desk to grab the kid, as he so desperately wanted to. This was tormenting him, and it had to end now. “I think we’d better wrap this up.”

Ben nodded, but didn’t move. “You still haven’t said it.”

Peter sighed, shaking his head. “What is it you want me to say?”

“Look me in the eyes and say you don’t want me.”

Blood coursed through Peter and he could hear his own pulse in his ears. As his eyes locked onto Benjamin’s, his mouth went dry, erection turning rigid. Time seemed to slow. The words came out before he could stop them. “I can’t do that.”

Benjamin let out a breath, and he eased back in his chair.

“But it makes no difference if I do want you, Benjamin. My answer is still no.” He stood, and walked around the desk toward the door. “Now I really want you to leave.”

After another deep sigh, Ben stood and walked over to stand in front of Peter. “Are you sure you want me to leave?”

Peter nodded.

“Because I can see the outline of your boner through your pants.”

Peter sucked his breath in, then raised his palms. “Don’t do that. Come on, Ben, please.”

Ben headed for the door, but instead of opening it, he turned, resting his back against it, his eyes on Peter. His face was flushed pink, his breathing slightly strained. “Does this door lock, Professor?”

“Benjamin...”

He reached behind him and flicked the lock. “Oh. I guess it does.”

“You have to go,” Peter pleaded. “I’m not playing games with you.”

He summoned the sliver of rage he felt at not being in control here. He was never the submissive. He caught himself as he had the thought. This wasn’t sex, there were no dominant or submissive players. But it was a power play, and he refused to hand his over. “If you don’t leave my office,” he said, daring a step closer, hoping to exude authority, “I will call security and have them escort you out.”

“So call them,” Ben said, lifting his chin in challenge.

Peter stared at him, aghast. This was his own fault. He should never have admitted he wanted Ben. It could have been easily construed as an invitation, and he shamefully acknowledged that in some way, it may have been just that. “Please go, Benjamin. I’ll not ask you again. You’re smart, a good student, and you know this
isn’t
smart. You don’t want to put me in this position.”

“I want to put you in a lot of positions,” he said.

Peter gasped involuntarily, and the gleam in Benjamin’s eyes said he caught the reaction, and was thrilled at this small victory.

Frustration at his own weakness flared as the last of his patience fled, and Peter darted forward and grabbed the boy by the shoulders. “Listen, you little shit, you think you can come in here and manipulate me? Play
me
?”

Benjamin breathed harder, his eyes cloudy with arousal. “Yes, I do. What are you gonna do about it?”

“What do you think I am, some mark in a single’s bar? Just flash your ass at the lonely professor, he’s probably hard up. Is that what you think?” His fingers dug into Ben’s arms, and he shoved him against the door.
What are you doing, Peter? Stop!
But he couldn’t. His control had left the building, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to smack the kid or fuck him. His body pulsed with adrenaline, but the angrier he got, the more aroused Ben seemed to become.

“I don’t think you’re hard up, Peter,” he whispered. “But I do think you’re hard.” His hand slid down Peter’s stomach, then lower.

Peter stopped his hand, grabbing it roughly before it reached his groin. “You don’t touch me unless I tell you to.”

Ben was almost panting now, his expression rapt. “Yes, sir,” he whispered.

Desire pulsed through Peter’s gut, making his balls tighten. He’d somehow entered this game, had just stepped over the line. He still had time to save himself, to end it now. To walk away.

Then Ben licked his lips. Slowly. And Peter was lost. “Turn around.” He made it a command, and heard the soft whistle of breath as Benjamin gasped. He turned, facing the door.

“Yes, sir.”

Breathing heavily, he moved in, his body trapping Ben against the door. He trailed his fingers over his shoulders, his arms, down his back, sliding them over his ass cheeks, then around to rest on his hips. Benjamin let out a soft whimper as Peter leaned in, nipping his ear with his teeth. He jerked Ben closer, pressing his erection against his firm ass. “Is this what you want?” he whispered.

Ben took two hitching breaths. “I want more than that.”

Peter shoved him against the door, grinding himself against him. “Greedy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir. You should teach me some manners.”

With a trembling hand, Peter reached over and checked that the door was locked. Then he tugged Benjamin by the shirt and dragged him over to his desk. With his knees, he shoved against the back of Ben’s legs, bending him over until his palms slapped down on the desk. “I bet you’re proud of yourself.” He leaned over Ben’s back, breathing against his neck as he pushed his erection hard into his denim-clad ass. “You think you broke me down.”

“Yeah, I do,” Ben squeaked, his voice choked with arousal.

Peter slid his hands over Benjamin’s back, then lower and around, unzipping his soft jeans. Ben groaned when he tugged the boy’s pants down, revealing the pale swell of his perfect ass. “Well then let’s see,” Peter said, trailing a finger around his entrance. “How much control you
really
have.”

Benjamin jerked when Peter’s finger pressed his opening, then whimpered when he slid it inside. “Please,” Ben said. “Please take me.”

Peter froze as he realized how unprepared for this he was. “I don’t have any—”

“Condoms and lube in my jeans pocket,” Ben said breathily.

Peter moved his finger in and out of Benjamin’s channel, eliciting another groan. “Pretty confident coming here, weren’t you?”

“No,” Ben whispered. “I was scared shitless. Afraid you’d...” He gasped as Peter swirled his finger rhythmically. “Afraid you’d reject me again.”

His heart melted a bit at the words, and he leaned over, nuzzling the back of Ben’s neck, nibbling his earlobe. “Let me turn over,” Ben said softly. “I want to see the look on your face.”

“No.” Peter straightened up and pushed Ben flat to the desk, making him squeak. “If you want this to last more than three seconds, you can’t show me those evil green eyes of yours.”

Benjamin was panting again, eyes closed, the side of his face resting on Peter’s day planner. “Yes, sir.”

He slowly removed his finger. Gliding his hands up Ben’s back, he lifted his tee shirt, and the boy wriggled out of it. Peter gazed down at his perfect skin, exposed back and ass, his muscular thighs. His heart pounded furiously as he dropped down and dug a condom and the small tube of lubricant out of Ben’s jeans. As he rose up, he licked along the crevice of his ass, making Ben gasp. “Oh God,” he whispered, his body trembling.

Peter licked him again, swirling his tongue around Ben’s entrance. Ben’s cheeks clenched, and he groaned, panting. “You’re killing me,” he whispered. “Please.
Please
.”

Peter made one more slow lick up the crevice of his ass, then undid his own pants and dropped them. He pushed a palm down on Ben’s back roughly. “Still feel in
control
, Benjamin?”

“No,” he gasped. Benjamin was nearly hyperventilating as Peter ripped open the package and rolled the condom over his straining cock. His fingers trembled, body throbbing with need. His eyes locked onto the bare ass of the student splayed across his desk as he squirted a handful of lube into his palm then glided it over his shaft. He set the lube down on the desk, then ran his hand down Ben’s back, moving his fingers lower, sliding along his crack. Ben whimpered as he eased two fingers in, lubricating him, getting him ready. He kept the motion until Benjamin was pleading, soft, begging whispers. “
Please, please, please Peter. God, please
.”

Sliding his fingers out, he angled himself behind him, spreading his thighs with his knees. Once the head of his cock made contact, he thrust himself inside, and Ben cried out.

“Be quiet,” he ordered, gripping his hair, pressing his face onto the desk.

Ben gasped softly, then in a barely audible whisper, “Yes, sir.”

Leaning over, he gripped Benjamin’s wrists and held him in place, then drove himself deeper. As he glided slowly back out, Ben sighed. Not giving him a chance to recover, Peter slammed into him, then out, then in, making the rhythm fast and furious. Ben’s channel was tight, and he clenched around Peter’s cock, making him see stars as burning ecstasy filled his body with each thrust. Pressing down on him, he bit the boy’s shoulder, then the back of his neck.

“Oh, God,” Ben whispered. “Don’t stop.”

Peter bit harder, making him squeak. “I told you to shut up,” he whispered, then doubled his rhythm, his hips banging against that sweet ass, his cock driving fully into his tight heat.

“Ah!” Ben winced.

“Does it hurt?” Peter growled.

Ben nodded. “Yeah.”

“Is this what you wanted?” He drew out then shoved himself back in hard.

Ben cried out, then whispered, “Yes.” He clenched around Peter’s cock.

Peter let out his own groan as Benjamin pushed back slightly, urging him deeper. “Yes, yes, yes,” Ben said, his voice nearly a sob.

The boy’s back grew slick with sweat as Peter fucked him. Ben moaned softly, his eyelids fluttering, mouth slack, and his channel softened, stretching as Peter invaded him. Peter released his wrists and reached down, finding Ben’s cock hard as steel. He stroked him gently but kept his thrusts hard and fast. When he felt Ben’s body hitch, he knew he was close, his asshole contracting and tightening around his cock. “Losing control, Benjamin?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Don’t you dare come yet,” he ordered as he pumped harder.

Ben’s face twisted in a grimace, and he gasped. “I’m so close, I can’t—”

Peter released Ben’s erection, pinched the end of the condom and pulled out, stepping back.

Ben pushed up on shaking arms and looked over his shoulder, eyes blazing. “No, please, don’t stop.”

“Why not?” He was enjoying Benjamin’s desperation, enjoying being back in control after he’d lost it, become such a prisoner to his need.

“Because,” Benjamin said, his voice quivering, eyelids fluttering. “I need it. I need you.”

“Say please.”

Ben dropped his head onto the desk, panting. “Please. Dr. Coyle. Please keep fucking me.”

Peter grabbed his arm and yanked him up, then tugged him down onto the floor. He pushed Ben onto his back, then peeled off the jeans still bunched around his ankles, tossing them aside. Ben lay on his back, eyes glimmering as Peter climbed on top of him, spreading his legs with his knees. “
Now
I want to see your eyes,” Peter whispered, and shoved himself inside, the sensation of entering his slick channel bringing him closer to the edge himself. “Show me how you look when you lose control. Come for me.”

He fucked him with short, fast jerks, hips slapping loudly against thighs, and Benjamin moaned, his eyes closing.

“Look at me.” Peter grabbed his chin. “Look at me, Benjamin.”

Ben’s green eyes opened, swimming with desire. Peter’s lips hovered over his mouth, but didn’t kiss him, just stared into his eyes, fucking him harder. He felt Ben’s stiff cock against his lower belly, and he slid his hand between them and gripped it, jerking him as he fucked him. “Now,” he whispered. “Give it to me, Benjamin.”

Ben gasped loudly, his hips bucking, ass clenching around Peter’s dick. Hot fluids spewed out of Ben’s cock, slickening Peter’s fist as he pumped it faster. “Peter,” he cried out, “God.”

Then Peter let go, slamming as hard as he could, and he cried out as he came in Benjamin’s tight ass, flooding the condom.

He collapsed on top of him, sweat gliding their chests against each other.

He could feel Benjamin’s heart beating against his chest as they lay there, breathing heavily, spent, Peter’s head whirling.

His senses began to return to him, the blinding disorientation of arousal clearing.