Seducing Professor Coyle (19 page)

“Later.” Peter took his hand and led him into the dining room. “Sit. I cooked.”

“Oh wow!” Ben grinned, pulling out a chair and sitting. “When you told me to dress for dinner I thought we were going out, but this is even better. Thank you.”

Peter poured him a glass of wine. “I just wanted to see you dressed up for once.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if they let me wear jeans to work. You’re just jealous because you have to wear all that tweed, Professor.”

Peter poured himself a glass and took the chair beside him. “I
like
tweed.”

“So do I,” Ben said, grinning. “On you. But I like a lot of things on you. Especially my cock.”

Peter shook his head. “You’re insatiable. I’ve had to double my gym workouts just to keep up, you know.”

Ben beamed. “Well I am only twenty-four, remember?”

Peter raised his eyebrows, swirling his wine. “I haven’t forgotten how young you are. Believe me.”

Ben’s eyes tightened slightly, exhibiting that vague pain Peter noticed more and more in his expression when they were together. He knew Ben was in love with him, and knew he wanted more than what they had.

Peter had not allowed him to move in, insisting that Ben needed to find his own way for a while, get used to working and being a true adult, and keep his own apartment while doing so. But part of it was his own fear of taking that next step. Ben was so young, and Peter was still hesitant to let himself truly claim him, to lose himself completely in this incredible person who seemed too good to be true.

But it was making Ben miserable. And the more time passed, the more often Peter noticed that raw sadness in Benjamin’s eyes when he looked at him.

“What’s for dinner?” Ben asked, turning his eyes away as he took a sip of wine, his tone stiff suddenly.

“Salmon, it’s in the oven. But I want to give you your birthday present first.”

“Look Peter, I don’t want to ruin this. You went to so much trouble, but we need to talk.”

Peter’s stomach went cold. “All right. But look at me.”

Ben turned his green eyes to Peter.

“What is it, Benjamin?”

He took a deep breath, his lower lip quivering. “Does my birthday present include a key to your house, Peter? Because if it doesn’t...then I don’t want it.”

“Benjamin—”

“I love you, Peter. I need to know where this is going. Christ, Dominick’s been with his boyfriend two months and they already live together. I can’t keep going like this. It’s breaking my heart. So if you still don’t want me to move in...” He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. “Christ, I thought I could do this. But the thought of losing you is unbearable.”

Peter grabbed his arm, then lowered it to the table, stroking his wrist. “You don’t have to lose me.”

Ben looked at him, his eyes wet with tears, raw with pain.

“I’m not giving you the key to my house for your birthday,” Peter said, and Ben sighed, his head falling forward. “I thought you might like this, instead.”

He slid the small velvet box across the table, setting it next to Ben’s hand.

Ben went very still, looking down at it. He glanced at Peter, eyes brightening. “What is that?” he whispered.

“Open it.”

Ben’s fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the box and opened it, lifting out the thick gold band. His eyes widened, then shifted to Peter.

“Benjamin, will you marry me?”

Ben stared at him a moment, then set down the box, putting the ring back inside it. Then he dove on Peter, knocking him out of his chair, dragging him to the floor.

“Ben—”

Ben’s mouth pressed down on his, gripping his face as he kissed him hard. He pulled back, panting. “You bastard,” he said. “You made me think I had to break up with you.” He kissed him again, then slid down, frantically unbuttoning Peter’s pants.

Peter lay on his back on the dining room floor, gasping as Ben tugged down his underwear and took him in his mouth. “Benjamin,” he panted, “the fish will burn.”

“Let it,” he said, and licked along Peter’s shaft, swirling his tongue around the head.

Peter groaned as Ben alternated between sliding his mouth down on his thick erection and swirling his tongue around it, slickening it with his saliva.

“Fuck it,” Ben said, lifting his head. “That’s wet enough.” He undid his fly and stood, dropping his pants, then climbed on top of Peter, straddling him. Gripping Peter’s stiffened cock, he eased himself down on it.

Peter gasped at the tightness. Ben lifted himself again, then lowered down. He fell forward and pressed his hands on Peter’s chest, riding him slowly. “Yes,” he said, his breath coming in gasps. “I will marry you, Dr. Peter Coyle.”

Peter held his hips, thrusting up into him, matching his rhythm. “Good,” he said. “Now be a good fiancé and make me come.”

Ben clenched around him, closing his eyes and smiling. “I like that word. Fiancé.” He slammed down on Peter, making him cry out. “Come for me. Now,
Professor
.”

Peter gripped Ben’s hips and flipped him over, pinning him down. “You still don’t get to tell me what to do,” he huffed, pumping into him, his stomach shuddering with impending orgasm.

“I think I do,” Ben said, his face twisting with arousal.

“So smug.” Peter thrust into him harder, biting his earlobe.

“I am,” Ben said, then whimpered when Peter grabbed his ass and yanked him tighter against him. “You better...put me in my place...ah, fuck!” Ben gasped and his body jerked, juices coating Peter’s stomach as he shot his load between their gliding bodies. “Peter, I love you.”

“I love you,” Peter said as his own climax took him. He pumped into Ben twice more, emptying himself, then collapsed on top of him. “Christ,” he whispered, stroking a lock of Ben’s sweat soaked hair back from his forehead. “Just when I thought the sex couldn’t get any better.”

Ben smiled up at him, tracing his lip with a finger. “Don’t change the subject.”

Peter chuckled. “What subject?”

“You just told me you loved me. For the first time.”

Peter smiled, heat flushing his face. “I didn’t think it would be appropriate to wait for our wedding night. Especially since I’ve loved you for some time now.”

Ben rolled him off, then lay on his side, twirling a lock of Peter’s hair around his finger. “Why did you never say it? I wanted you to say it so bad.”

Peter stared into those green eyes that owned him now. “Because it scared the hell out of me.
You
scared the hell out of me. I was sure that if I gave in fully I was doomed, that you’d leave eventually and I’d be shattered.”

Ben frowned. “And now?”

Peter stretched his legs and stood, moving to the table to snatch the ring. He came back and knelt down in front of Ben.

Ben sat up, beaming as he held his hand out.

“This,” he said, sliding the ring onto Ben’s finger, “means that you have to pledge to stay with my broken down ass forever.”

Ben kissed Peter softly. “I promise,” he whispered. Taking Peter’s hand, Ben placed it on his chest, over his heart. “My heart is yours,” he said. “My body is yours. And I will stay with your broken down ass. Forever.”

“Good,” Peter said. “No go upstairs and get in our bed. I’m not done hearing you say yes yet.”

Ben smiled. “Yes, sir.”

THE END

About the Author

Darien Cox lives in New England, bouncing back and forth between the mountain and the ocean states, anywhere there’s a wave or a ski slope. A nature lover and thrill seeker, the author enjoys exploring the intensity, insanity, humor and chaos that accompanies cupid’s arrow, whether it’s love at first sight or just the overwhelming power of lust. Paranormal elements are occasionally tossed in to further spice up the mix, because let’s face it—sometimes the world is not enough.