Seducing Professor Coyle by Darien Cox Read Free Book Online

clenched with new panic as he realized he might run into his teacher again before he could leave the party. Standing, he brushed off his pants, then sprinted back along the rear of the cabanas, cutting through the side of the garden.
    The party was still in full swing, and he began a desperate hunt for Dominick.
    When he reached the pool, he was surprised to see Dom still frolicking in there, face flushed as he bobbed in the water, a man in his embrace. “Dom!” he called.
    Dominick looked up, breaking into a grin. “Hey! Where’d you go? Ready to come for a swim?”
    “I’ll meet you at the car.”
    Dom eased away from his cohort and frowned up at Ben. “You want to leave? Now ?”
    “I’ll meet you at the car,” Ben repeated, then stealthily left the party, making his way back down to the road where they’d parked. He’d wait at the car all night if he had to. But he wouldn’t risk being seen by his professor. He already saw you, his mind insisted.
    To his relief, Dominick showed up ten minutes later, car keys in hand. “You’re a piece of work, you know that, Benny? I was just starting to have a good time.”
    Ben said nothing. As they drove home, he felt the waves of anger radiating off his roommate, but he simply stared out the window.
    “I honestly don’t know what your problem is,” Dominick said as he drove. “You’re way too young to be so uptight. Would it kill you to do something risky for a change?” He did a double take at Ben, who sat silently in the passenger seat. “You’ve got dirt and grass in your hair. What the hell happened to you?”
    “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    Once they got home, Ben showered for a very long time. He was exhausted from the alcohol, unaccustomed to getting drunk, yet he lay awake for ages, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell he was going to walk into Coyle’s office Monday morning to hand in his test. Wondering how he was going to look him in the eye.
    When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed that Dr. Peter Coyle was bending him over his office desk, jerking him off as he pressed the dome of his hard cock against Ben’s asshole. “Please,” Ben whimpered. “I need more.”
    Releasing Ben’s cock and gripping his hips, Dream Coyle fucked him so hard his hands grasped for purchase, but suddenly the desk was gone, and he was floating on the glassy surface of turquoise water that stretched without end in all directions. His body glided through the water as he was fucked from behind. As Ben grew close to orgasm, he tried to look back at Coyle, but a hand pressed his head down under the water. Yet Ben could still hear the teacher’s deep, commanding voice, ordering him not to come until he confessed his sins. But Ben couldn’t remember his sins, and contrary to Dr. Coyle’s orders, his climax erupted like a volcano.
    When Ben awoke, the sheet beneath him was sticky and soaked through from his release.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Someone was ringing the doorbell. Peter Coyle squinted at the sunlight—too bright for morning—and glanced at the clock. Almost noon. He never slept this late, yet he wasn’t surprised. Even after he was home from the party and tucked into his cozy bed last night, his mind had churned with a circus of troubling thoughts.
    The doorbell buzzed again. “I’m coming!” he shouted, his voice hoarse. He tugged on a pair of pajama bottoms, then dug through a box for a tee shirt, pulling it over his head as he trotted down the stairs.
    When he opened the door, Thorn stood on his porch holding a gift wrapped box. He looked fresh as a daisy in a yellow polo shirt, blue-black hair combed back from his face. He sneered as his eyes took in Peter’s appearance. “Christ in a tutu, Peter. You look like shit.” He shoved the box at him. “Here, a housewarming present. Now let me in so I can make coffee. I know you didn’t make any.”
    Peter stepped aside and let Thorn in, shutting the door, then followed him