Seducing Professor Coyle (18 page)

Ben climbed down on the floor and knelt in front of Peter, tentatively grabbing his hand. Peter wrapped his fingers around Ben’s. “Do you
still
want to be with me?” Ben asked. “I understand if you don’t. Because I freaked out. And then cried. And then freaked out some more. And then cried again.”

“I still want to be with you,” Peter said. “And um, I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation for a while, but I take it you want to be monogamous?”

Ben laughed. “Oh, God.” He hid his face in his hands. “What
ever
gave you that idea?”

“Well,” Peter said, “Maybe it was trying to count all the
fuck offs
when you thought I was with another man.”

Benjamin touched his cheek. “Can you handle that? Is it too much, too soon?”

Standing, he said, “I can handle that. I get the feeling you’re going to be a full time job anyway.” Peter backed up toward the door. When he reached it he leaned against it. “Does this door lock,
Professor
?” he said in an exaggerated breathy voice, then pushed the lock in. “Oh. I guess it does.”

“Are you mocking my seduction tactics?” Ben laughed.

“You can call security if you want.” He walked over and pulled Ben off the floor. “But it won’t do you any good,” he said, shoving him back onto the sofa.

Peter pinned him down and kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss this time. He invaded Ben’s mouth with his tongue, teeth bruising his lips, hands roughly exploring his body. Ben’s breathing became labored as he lost himself in it. This was what he needed right now. To have someone else take control, yet make him feel safe at the same time.

Peter broke the kiss and looked down at him, stroking his face. “Let’s go up to my room.”

“
Your
room?”

He nodded. “I have my own room at Thorn’s. Perks of befriending a trust fund baby. I need a shower, and I am not having sex right here. This is Thorn’s house, remember? God knows what’s happened on this couch.”

Ben wrinkled his nose. “Good point.”

Chapter Fifteen

After climbing two flights of stairs, Peter led him into his room. Ben was stunned. It was enormous, with a king sized bed, floor to ceiling windows and decorative furniture. “Wow,” he said. “Can I be Thorn’s friend, too?”

Peter smiled as he opened a duffle bag on the bed, pulling out a box of condoms. He slid one out and held it up. “Wait until you see the shower.”

Taking Ben by the hand, he led him around a corner, where they entered an archway into a two-person, semicircular shower, made of polished marble tiles, with three arched windows and a built in seat. “Holy crap,” Ben said softly. “I think this is bigger than my bedroom.”

Peter came up behind him, pulling Ben’s shirt up over his head. When Ben turned around Peter was already shirtless, looking into his eyes with that heated, hard expression that drove him nuts. “You had a very exciting, very stressful day,” Peter said. “I don’t want you to remember your graduation night as something with tears. So we’re gonna wipe that memory out right now. And replace it with something you
won’t
forget.”

Ben was speechless as Peter dropped down before him, undid his pants and slid them off. “Step out,” he ordered, lifting Ben’s foot. Ben stepped out of them, and Peter pulled his socks off, a hand on his leg to steady him. Just this simple act, being carefully undressed, was something he’d never had before. No one had ever taken the time to pamper him, to focus on his comfort, much less his pleasure. Peter’s hands were gentle and caring, but his tone was commanding, and the combination was already making Ben’s cock swell, jutting upward toward his navel.

Peter stripped and stepped into the shower, turning on the dual jets that sprayed down from a high ceiling. He stepped back out and pulled open a drawer, grabbed something, and turned back to Ben. “Go on,” he said, “get in.”

Ben stepped into the shower and let the hot water beat down on him. It was glorious, good pressure, plenty of stream with the dual heads. Peter came in and stood next to him, letting the water saturate his hair. Ben glanced over to the marble shower bench, where he saw something that made his breath catch. It looked like a small, transparent blue cock with a loop on the end. Sitting next to it was a jar of lube. He wasn’t very experienced with toys. He’d never used them, and had never had anyone use them on him. Though he was reluctant to admit his lack of experience to Peter, he couldn’t help asking, “What is that?”

“You’ll see.” Peter lathered himself with shower gel. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it. Do you trust me?”

Ben nodded. He did trust him. Completely. He had put himself in Peter’s hands when he was little more than a stranger, and while Peter had been rough with him, it had been passion, not cruelty that drove him. Each time they had sex was like a synchronous symphony, as though Peter knew exactly what Ben needed and sought to prove that he could not only give it to him, but make it better than he’d imagined.

After he’d rinsed, Peter wrapped an arm around Ben and pulled him close, dribbling shower gel over his body and rubbing it in slowly.

Ben closed his eyes, drowning in pleasure as Peter washed him everywhere, massaging his balls, sliding fingers up and down his crack, kneading his buttocks. When he’d finished rinsing him, he eased him over to the marble tiles near the window. “Put your hands on the wall,” he said. “So you don’t slip.”

Ben nodded, breath coming hard and fast. He faced the wall, pressing his palms against the warm tiles. He expected Peter to go get the toy now, but he didn’t. He slid behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist. With his other hand he grabbed Ben’s chin, turning his head and kissing him savagely. Ben’s cock throbbed, his ass pulsing with need. He could feel Peter’s hardness against his back, and he wanted it. Pushing his ass back against Peter, he moaned.

Peter broke the kiss and pushed him toward the wall, nipping the back of his neck. “Not yet,” he whispered, then slid down Ben’s back, then lower, running his tongue along the crevice between his cheeks, making his breath quiver. “Spread your legs a little.”

Ben did what he asked, then gasped when he felt the lap of Peter’s tongue on his balls.
Oh fuck
. His tender skin was wet and slippery already, and the sensation of the tongue gliding across it was almost too much. He’d never felt anything like this, and was suddenly glad he had the wall to lean against. “Oh, God,” he hissed as Peter’s hand cupped him, then sucked Ben’s sac into his hot mouth, tongue swirling around.

Ben unconsciously reached down to touch his own cock, throbbing with need, but Peter caught his hand. He drew his strong tongue over Ben’s balls one last time, then released them from his mouth. “Hands on the wall,” he said.

Ben shuddered. “Yes, sir.”

He was panting when Peter’s tongue made contact again, gliding along the underside of his tender sac. Just when he thought nothing could feel this good, the tongue slid higher and pushed inside his asshole. “OH...” Ben’s eyelids fluttered, leg muscles tensing. “Ha...ha...oh no,” he whimpered when Peter slid his tongue out, then in deeper, repeating in a swirling, devastating rhythm.

Ben closed his eyes, seeing little specks of light dancing behind his lids as pleasure so intense it was almost pain shot up into him, flooding his nerves in places he didn’t know he had. “Peter,” he said, the word coming out a sob. “It’s too good.” His legs trembled, breath coming in short gasps.

Peter’s tongue slid out, and he bit Ben’s butt cheek. “Let me know when your legs are about to buckle,” he said softly. “And don’t come yet.” Then the tongue was in Ben’s ass again, darting in and out, first shallow, then deep, firing those tendrils of ecstasy up into his nerves again, making his stomach quiver.

The shower seemed to disappear, the pulse in Ben’s ears louder than the running water, and he floated on a river of sensation, his channel softening then clenching as it reacted to the smooth, velvety force that penetrated it. Then his legs did give out, and Peter caught him, slipping his tongue free as he gently lowered him to the shower floor. He wrapped his arms and legs around Ben from behind, rocking him. “Sit here for a second,” he murmured in his ear. “I’ll be right back.”

Ben gurgled something in response, but could barely speak. When he caught his breath, he climbed to his knees, turning, and watched Peter, his naked back and buttocks wet and perfect as he leaned over the marble bench, rubbing lube onto the blue toy. Ben’s channel throbbed, aching to be filled, tremors of pleasure still tingling deep inside.

Peter set the toy on the bench then came to him, reaching down and grasping Ben beneath his arms. “Up.”

Ben got shakily to his feet, falling against Peter’s powerful chest.

Peter stepped backwards slowly, pulling Ben along with him, then turned them, pressing Ben’s back against the tile wall next to the bench. He reached over and grabbed the toy, his hand disappearing behind Ben’s leg. “Now just relax,” he whispered.

Ben felt the slippery object slide into him, stopping halfway up his channel, Peter’s fingers guiding it as he held him around his hips. When it began to vibrate, Ben’s back arched with the shock of the sensation. “Ah,” he cried, his head banging the wall. He felt like screaming, like some beast comprised of pure physical ecstasy was trying to claw its way to the surface and bust through his flesh. “Oh, Jesus.”

Peter held him firmly around the waist, and his other hand slid between them, joining their cocks, pressing Ben’s erection against his, holding them both in a fist.

Vibrations sent electric blasts of overwhelming bliss up inside him, and the feel of Peter’s most private flesh gliding against his own accelerated his arousal. The slickness of pre-cum lubricated them both, Peter’s hand gripping them tight, pressing their cocks together. He pumped himself hard against Ben as his mouth found his neck, sucking and biting him under his chin. His lips moved down and found that ultra-sensitive spot at the curve of Ben’s collarbone, sucking hard. The combined sensations forced a howl out of Ben’s mouth, and Peter had to catch him once more as his knees buckled and he slid down the wall.

Peter lifted him with incredible strength and tugged him to the marble bench. He turned him over, lowering him to his knees and pressing him face down on the wet surface. The vibrator still buzzed in Ben’s canal, and he couldn’t form words, could barely see straight. Struggling not to climax, he was only vaguely aware of Peter rolling a condom on behind him.

Then the vibrator slipped out of him, and Peter’s cock thrust in, knocking his legs into the front of the bench. His palms slapped Ben’s back, flattening his chest and face onto the tile. Then he fucked him hard and fast, driving into him with frantic speed, and Ben screamed as everything below his waist seemed to explode at once. Semen shot from his cock as a nuclear blast of pleasure detonated up through his channel, sending aftershocks of ecstasy with each thrust of Peter’s cock.

Just when he thought he was finished coming, Peter’s echoing, orgasmic growl ignited an aching thrill that buzzed through his gut, tightening his balls. He clenched around Peter’s dick, pulsing. Grabbing himself, he jerked out the last euphoric spurts of release.

Peter lay over Ben’s back, both of them panting. Finally he slid himself out of Ben, then wrapped his arms around him and eased him back, pulling him down to the shower floor. They lay side by side under the stream, letting it beat down on their spent bodies.

Peter’s hand drifted over and clasped Ben’s. “How do you feel?”

Ben laughed softly. “Like I won the fucking lottery when I met you.”

Squeezing his hand, Peter sighed. “Well, the feeling is mutual.”

Ben smiled, closing his eyes, the hot water washing away his sins. “I suppose we should get out of the shower sometime.”

Peter chuckled. “In a minute. When I can move again. Takes work tossing that body of yours around.”

Ben rolled over on top of him, gazing into his eyes. Peter’s hands trailed up and down his back. “Well, rest up,” Ben said. “Because I want to be tossed around again before this night is over.”

Peter wiped Ben’s wet hair back out of his eyes. “Will you sleep here with me tonight?”

“Of course. I’d sleep with you every night if I could.”

Peter’s eyebrows tightened slightly.

“Shit,” Ben said. “I’m scaring the crap out of you again, aren’t I?”

Peter nodded, a grin curving his lips. “I think it will be a while before I stop being terrified by you, Benjamin.”

“I promise,” Ben said. “I’ll try to be patient. And go slow.”

Peter’s arms tightened around him. “I appreciate that.” His blue eyes clouded and softened as he looked up at Ben. “But not
too
slow. I can’t resist those eyes. So I’m going to need a
lot
of sex.”

Ben laughed. “Oh you’ll get that,” he said. “I promise.”

Chapter Sixteen

Peter set the candles on the dining table and lit them. Heading back into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and took out the wine, uncorking it on the counter. His hands trembled a bit, and he cursed. He had nothing to be nervous about, he assured himself. But even though he’d been dating Benjamin LeClair for six months, the kid still terrified him. But for different reasons now.

The doorbell buzzed, and he hurried and set the wine down on the table, then went to answer it. He smiled when he opened the door. Benjamin had dressed for dinner, in soft black slacks and a white silk button down shirt, and he looked stunning. “Happy Birthday,” Peter said, tugging him into the house and kissing him. He kicked the door closed and pressed Ben against it, capturing his mouth hard, grinding his body against him.

Ben’s hands clawed up his back, pulling him in. “Peter,” he sighed.

Ben’s desperate need for him still astonished Peter, this beautiful, smart, unique person who seemed to crave his touch even more as time passed. He pulled back, and Ben let out a whine. “Oh, it’s my birthday. Fuck me against the door. That’s what I want.”