Seducing Professor Coyle (15 page)

Ben grimaced, nodding. “Yes,” he gasped. “Too close. I’m sorry. This is what you do to me.”

“Then open your eyes. I want to watch you come.”

Ben did, the hazy image of Peter Coyle’s face above him in the dim light, his eyes fierce, teeth clenched. “Kiss me,” Ben demanded suddenly. He wanted Peter’s mouth devouring his again.

“Bossy,” Peter said, but his voice was strained. He was close himself, Ben could feel it in his movements, see it in his eyes.

“I’m gonna come,” Ben whimpered. “Please, I want your tongue in my mouth.”

Peter groaned, his mouth capturing Ben’s, and he bit into his tongue as his hips slammed against his ass. A high-pitched sound that Ben had never heard himself make escaped from deep within him, muffled with Peter’s open mouth on his.

Peter gave three hard thrusts, and Ben’s world splintered, the fire tornado inside him whirling through his lower belly, tightening his balls, traveling like lightning up his channel. He threw his head back and it banged on the floor as orgasm took him, ripping his mouth from Peter’s as he howled. Peter rode it with him, still pumping into his ass as Ben’s hot fluids shot from his cock with the friction of Peter’s body rubbing against him, painting Peter’s stomach, some of it coating his own thighs, still pressed to his chest by Peter’s strong arms.

He shivered when he felt Peter come, the condom growing hot and full inside him. When he looked up, Peter was looking down at him, watching his face.

“You look...fucking amazing when you come,” Peter said. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he caught his breath, then he collapsed onto Ben.

Ben snickered underneath him.

Peter couldn’t seem to lift his head. “Something funny?” he asked, his voice muffled in Ben’s shoulder.

“Yes,” he said, giggling uncontrollably now.

Peter groaned as he pushed himself up. He grinned down at Ben. “What are you laughing at?”

“My leg,” he gasped, still giggling. “I’ve got a cramp.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Peter climbed backward, gently lowering Ben’s legs back to the floor. “Which one?”

“Left.”

The laughter trailing out of him, Ben sighed as Peter’s warm hands massaged his thigh, loosening the cramp. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, and the post coital, numbing bliss. “You’re so perfect,” Ben said softly.

Peter’s hand paused for a moment, then continued massaging his leg. “I am far from it.”

“How would you know?” Ben said. “You’ve never been fucked by you.”

Peter chuckled, then released Ben’s leg, crawling up to lie beside him. He propped his head on his elbow, and Ben turned, mirroring his position. “You’re not so bad yourself,” Peter said, trailing a finger along Ben’s jawline.

Ben studied Peter’s face in the flickering firelight, and something deep in his chest ached. This was too good. He worried about what would happen if it was taken from him. Especially since Peter’s eyes held that tightness again, a look of uncertainty and regret. “You’re not gonna get all guilty again now, are you?” Ben asked softly.

Peter’s lips curved in a grin. “As you pointed out earlier, it’s not easy to control what’s inside you.”

“So you do feel guilty.”

He nodded, and Ben frowned. “Don’t be upset,” Peter said. “I promise you, the guilt is playing second fiddle to my other emotions at the moment.”

Ben smirked. “
You
have emotions?”

Peter frowned at him, then his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Don’t look so smug, Benjamin. You know how it affects me when you get cocky.”

“Yes,” Ben said. “And I like the way you put me in my place.”

Peter’s grin faded, replaced by something more serious. “We should avoid doing this again. At least until you graduate.”

Ben sat up abruptly, and Peter slowly did the same. “That’s not fair,” Ben said, sounding like a spoiled child, even to himself.

“Maybe not,” Peter said. “But it is the smart thing to do. If you still want this after you graduate, we can talk about it.”

Ben stared at him. “Still want this? You actually think I could stop now?”

Peter looked away, sighing. Climbing to his feet, he found his jeans and pulled them on, while Ben stared longingly at his bare ass, wondering when, or if he’d see it again. “It’s just sex, Benjamin. I think we can both manage without it for a while.”

Ben huffed. “Just sex, huh?”

Peter looked down at him, buttoning his jeans. “I’m not trying to make you angry.”

“Well, you are. You just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Then waited all of two minutes to start pushing me out of your life again.”

Peter knelt before him. “Benjamin, we just met. Even if we didn’t have this...problem, I’d still want to take things slow. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Ben bit his lower lip, ordering himself to get control, and stop whining and begging like a child. He looked into Peter’s eyes. “I want to be with you,” he said. “If we didn’t have this
problem
, as you call it, would you want to be with me?”

“I would still be cautious,” Peter said.

“Why?”

Peter sat back, resting his arms on his knees. “Because
I
don’t want to get hurt.”

All the anger leaked out of Ben, along with a soft breath. “Oh,” he said.

Peter nodded. “Two people here, remember? It’s not all about you.”

Ben lowered his eyes to the floor. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“You don’t know that. You’re caught up in your feelings right now. I’m caught up too. That’s why it’s important to think things through.”

Ben shook his head. “Well, thinking things through sucks. You’re a real buzz kill, Coyle.”

Peter raised his eyebrows. “Mouthy.”

“Take me to your bedroom, I’ll show you how mouthy I can be.”

Peter flinched, moving back. “There you go again. Trying to manipulate me with sex.”

Ben shrugged. “It’s the only power I have over you.”

Peter stood. “You have no idea.”

“So can I stay with you tonight?” Ben stood, facing him, and Peter’s eyes trailed over his nude body.

“Oh, Benjamin.” Peter rubbed his eyes. “I think that would confuse things further.”

“I’m not confused about anything. I want to spend the night with you,” Ben said boldly.

Peter dropped his hands and looked into Ben’s eyes. “You are infuriatingly persistent. Tell me, Benjamin. Do you always get what you want?”

Ben stepped up close to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I have up until now.” He met Peter’s eyes. “But I have a feeling you’re gonna fight me on this one. And I’m going to lose.”

Peter palmed the sides of Ben’s face, his expression tortured with indecision. “Well,” he said. “I can’t very well kick you out when you’re looking at me like that.”

Ben smiled.

Peter took his hand. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Ben followed Peter Coyle down a hallway, deeper into his home. And with any luck, deeper into his life.

Chapter Twelve

It was the day before graduation, and Ben was furious. He paced back and forth in his living room, working himself into a rage. Peter had stuck to his guns about not seeing him
that way
until he graduated. He’d honestly thought he’d been kidding when he made the suggestion, never thought he’d stick to it. Especially after the night they spent together.

Ben had slept in his bed, for Christ sakes. They had sex multiple times. Ben woke him up with a surprise blowjob, then Peter had returned the favor. He’d watched Peter sleep, listened to him snore. It was perfect. It was mind-blowing. It was all he could think about. So how could Peter stay away? He’d said he was worried about getting hurt. That meant he felt something for Ben, didn’t it? Perhaps it was his age, maybe after thirty people gained better control over their emotions, their urges. But Ben hated Peter’s control, it was driving him insane.

And Peter knew it too, he was sure of it. He’d tried twice to catch him after class, to ambush him in his office, but it seemed Peter was always a step ahead of him, was never available when he tried to corner him. He’d given Peter his phone number. He had accepted it, but not offered his in return. Ben sent emails, asking him how he was. Peter responded, but with formal, two word answers. ‘
I’m fine
.’

What the hell was that man’s problem? On a whim, he sat down and opened his email, though the rational part of his mind urged him to stop, to wait until he’d calmed down. He told his rational mind to shut it, and began to type.

Dear Seriously Annoying:

Thanks for completely avoiding me for the past couple weeks, it’s been fun. I hope it makes you feel like a proper and respectable teacher again. As for me, it makes me feel like shit. As you’ve said often, there are two people to consider here. But I must say, I’m not feeling the consideration.

He hit send, slamming his finger down on the key. He felt better, though he knew he’d likely regret it later, when he had time to think.

His doorbell rang. Frowning, he got up and went to answer it. No one ever came to his door. When he saw Dominick’s smiling face through the glass, his spirits lifted. “Hey!” he said as he opened it. “What are you doing here?”

Dom handed him a flat, rectangular box. “I got you a graduation present.”

Ben beamed, taking the gift, waving Dom inside. “I can’t believe you did this.”

They moved into the living room, and Dominick took his old place on the sofa. “You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?”

Ben shrugged. “I wasn’t sure, to be honest. We haven’t spoken since that night at Stiffies. And you didn’t look happy with me.”

Dominick sighed, nodding. “I’m sorry I was so rude to you that night. I felt like shit when I got home and saw the plant you left me. I just had a lot going through my head. I went to Stiffies to try and forget about you, then suddenly there you were. Still obsessing over
him
.”

Ben sat in the chair next to him, avoiding his eyes. “Yeah. I’m sorry about that.”

“Forget it,” Dom said. “Open your present.”

Ben tore the package open, grinning when he saw it. “An E-book reader. Dom, you shouldn’t have, these things are expensive.”

Dom waved a hand at him. “Congratulations, you’ve worked hard for this, you deserve it, Benny. And I figured this could combine your two greatest loves. Technology. And literature. Or is it just literature professors you like? I keep forgetting.” He grinned.

Ben rolled his eyes. “Thank you. I love it. And I love you. I’m so glad you came by, I missed you like crazy.”

“Missed you, too, buddy.”

Ben set the gift on the coffee table, shifting to face Dominick. “So. Does this mean we can, you know. Hang out again? Have you, ah...”

Dominick smirked. “Gotten your luscious self out of my system? Yeah, I’m fine, Ben. I’m really happy. I’m cool with hanging out, any time.”

Ben let out a sigh of relief. “That’s great. You have no idea how many times I wanted to call you. I’m not very good at taking care of myself.”

Dominick laughed. “Oh, I think you do just fine. Listen, I’ve got to run, I have plans. But I’ll call you?”

Ben stood. “You have to leave already?”

“I’m sorry. But we’ll hang out soon, I promise.” He gave Ben a warm hug, then Ben followed him to the door. A pang of loneliness bubbled up as he watched Dom drive away. He’d moved on. Sure, he’d said they could hang out again, and that was great. But Ben had a feeling it would never be quite the same.

When he stepped back inside, his phone was ringing. “Jesus, I’m popular today,” he said, rushing to dig the cell out of his backpack. He didn’t recognize the number, but answered on a whim. “Yeah.”

“Hello, mouthy.”

Ben’s heart skipped a beat. “Hey,” he said, lowering himself into a chair before his legs gave out.

“I just read your latest email. I must commend your ability to express yourself with the written word. You were very concise.”

Ben grinned, happy to hear Peter’s voice. “I’m sorry. I missed you. I wanted to hear from you.”

“Clearly. And I missed you. I was going to speak with you tomorrow. After graduation, at the campus barbecue. Are you going?”

“I’m going if you’re going.”

“Then I’ll see you there.”

Ben’s pulse sped, anxiety gripping him. “Wait. What do you want to speak with me about?”

“You are so impatient,” Peter said. “You should work on that.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But if you’re gonna lay some
this will never work, Benjamin
shit on me I’d rather you just do it now.”

Peter’s voice vibrated against Ben’s ear as he laughed. “Do you have plans tomorrow night?”

“No. I mean, I’m not sure. Why do you ask?”

“Well, it is your graduation night. I thought you might want to celebrate.”

A grin spread across Ben’s face. “With you?”

“With me and about thirty others. Thorn’s godson is graduating from Middlebury College tomorrow, so he’s having a party for him and the boy’s parents at his place. When I told him about you, he said we could make it a double celebration. But it’ll basically be a bunch of friends hanging around Thorn’s garden, drinking. You can invite some friends if you like.”

Ben hesitated. He didn’t have many friends. Not the kind he’d invite to a private party. But he didn’t want Peter to think he was a recluse weirdo. “I could invite Dominick, my old roommate.”

“That’s fine. But ah, this is one of
Thorn’s
parties, Benjamin. Be mindful of what you want your friend exposed to.”

Ben chuckled. “Dom’s gay. And he’s been to Thorn’s before. What about Thorn’s godson, is he...”

“No.” Peter laughed. “But his fathers are.”

“Oh. I see. Um, what time? Should I just meet you there?”

“Thorn’s still working out the details, I’ll talk to you tomorrow at the barbecue. And Benjamin?”

“Yeah.”

“Pack an overnight bag.”

Ben’s smile widened. “Okay,” he said, but Peter had already hung up. “Okay,” he repeated as he set the phone down. He stared at it a moment, unable to stop grinning. Then he picked it up again and called Dominick, getting his voicemail. He let a message, inviting him to Thorn’s party. How amusing Dom would find this, he thought. It was Dominick that had to all but drag him to Thorn’s only a few weeks ago. Now here he was, giving the invite.