Seducing Professor Coyle by Darien Cox Page B

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