“How does he get away with it?”
Ben shrugged. “He brings in big bucks for the department so as long as no one complains, people look the other way. At least that’s what I assume.”
Sean nodded. If people on the outside knew about all the things that went on in academia, they’d be severely shocked.
****
Later that night, Sean’s phone beeped. Adalay Hotel. Room 336. Ten PM. That was all the text said, but he knew who it was from. Holy shit! He was going to meet Dr. Stevens and Ben at a hotel and sleep with them—or rather, not sleep. He planned to be very much awake.
But he shouldn’t go. No matter whether Dr. Stevens thought he was immune to repercussions or not, Sean only had another year before he’d be ready to defend his dissertation and find a job. He shouldn’t take any risks, especially not just to get off.
An image of Ben bent over his desk while Dr. Stevens pounded into him flashed into Sean’s mind. He’d never seen anything so hot, so raw, so… It was better than the dirtiest porn he’d ever seen. Not that he was a porn expert or anything. Okay, so he’d watched a fair amount, a normal amount. Everyone did even if they didn’t talk about it.
Nine o’clock rolled around.
I’m not going. So they’re hot together. So a three-way is one of my favorite fantasies. If someone finds out… If I screw up my future…
At nine thirty, Sean closed his laptop and raced down the hall to the bathroom. He showered, cleaning himself extra thoroughly. Then he scrubbed his teeth, swished with mouthwash, and glanced in the mirror, frowning at the way his hair was sticking up.
The man wanted you all rumpled from a morning of writing, researching, and more writing. He doesn’t care if your hair is untamable.
Sean wasn’t sure he believed this confident inner voice, but he was already going to be a few minutes late so there was no more time to worry. He dressed quickly in a button-down and shorts, and then he slipped on his shoes and grabbed his car keys.
He parked in the hotel’s visitor lot and scurried toward the entrance. It was five minutes after ten. Would Dr. Stevens be angry that he was late? The man didn’t tolerate tardiness in his class, managing to make even graduate students feel like they were naughty five-year-olds.
He entered the lobby and tried to look inconspicuous as he made his way to the elevator. He’d never met a man in a hotel before, well not when he’d been invited to the man’s room to have sex. For some reason, he felt like everyone in the lobby knew what he was up to. He expected to be stopped and questioned, but no one paid attention to him. During the elevator ride, he convinced himself it was all a prank. Ben and Dr. Stevens were somewhere else fucking and laughing at him. Or maybe the whole thing was a dream after all.
A few moments later, he stood in front of room 336, terrified to actually knock.
You’re here. Don’t chicken out now.
But he’d always been a chicken, other than for those few moments earlier that day when he’d gotten bold and told Dr. Stevens exactly what he wanted.
He stood there as time continued to pass, trying to talk himself into either knocking or running away. He heard the elevator doors open and footsteps moving toward him. He must look like an idiot standing there.
“At least we’re both late.”
Sean turned around. Ben was right behind him. “Oh, hi.”
Ben reached out and knocked, no hesitation.
Dr. Stevens opened the door almost immediately, wearing a pair of low-riding sweats and a T-shirt that strained across his chest. Sean had never seen him dressed so casually. “You’re late,” he said, then turned and walked away, leaving it up to them to decide to follow.
Sean somehow made his feet move. At least having Ben there made it easier.
“Strip and get on the bed,” Dr. Stevens commanded.
Whoa. Sean hadn’t been prepared to be ordered around like a rent boy or at least how he imagined one would give such orders, not that he’d ever… “I’m not sure—”
“You’re here. You’re sure enough,” Dr. Stevens said.
Sean glanced at Ben and Ben smiled. “Andrew likes control.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
“Do you need me to gag you?” Dr. Stevens—Andrew—asked.
Ben winked at Sean. “No, sir. Just helping make Sean comfortable.”
Sean’s heart thumped double time. What the hell had he gotten himself into? “Just exactly how much control do you plan to exert?”
“As much as you want me to. You won’t be forced into anything, and this has nothing to do with school. As far as I’m concerned, this isn’t actually happening.”
“Yeah, maybe it’s not,” Sean said. Dreaming still seemed like a possibility.
The professor smiled seductively as he settled into an overstuffed chair that faced the bed. “I’m going to watch for a while. Entertain me.”
Sean gaped at him, but Ben was already half undressed. He finished quickly and climbed on the bed.
“Come on,” he said to Sean. “I’ve been dying to taste you since we first started sharing an office.”
“Seriously?”
“More touching, less talking,” Dr. Stevens ordered.
Sean’s hands shook as he pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering to unbutton it all the way. He undid his shorts and pushed them down his legs along with his boxer-briefs, letting them pool on the floor. He kicked out of his shoes and tentatively put a knee on the bed.
Ben’s eyes were darker than usual. His gaze swept Sean. When it rested on Sean’s cock, Ben’s tongue snaked out to moisten his lips. Sean didn’t think he was anything special in the looks department, but he kept in shape by running. Ben certainly seemed appreciative.
“Oh yes, this is going to be very nice,” Ben said. He looked around Sean toward Andrew. “Don’t you think?”
“I think I’m still waiting but it is a nice view.”
Sean resisted the urge to look at the professor. The whole day had been strange enough without getting the sort of physical assessment from Dr. Stev—Andrew that was usually reserved for his research.
Ben reached out a hand. Sean took it and climbed all the way onto the bed so he and Ben were facing each other on their knees. Ben cupped Sean’s face and slid his other hand down Sean’s neck, over his shoulder, and then down his arm. The caress made Sean shiver.
Ben leaned in close and brushed his lips over Sean’s ear. “Nervous?”
Sean nodded, no point in trying to hide it.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you forget about everything but getting off.”
He took Sean’s cock in his hand. Sean was half-hard just from watching Ben, despite his nerves. A few strokes of Ben’s hand had him fully ready to go.
“Mmm,” Ben moaned. “Feels so fucking good. I want to suck it. You up for that?”
Sean made a strangled sound. He’d never imagined going from zero to blowjob so fast. Ben was staring at his cock, eyes big, looking so fucking eager. “So hot.” The words slipped out without him meaning them to.
Ben looked up and grinned.
“I… Yeah. I want your mouth on me,” Sean said.
Ben shifted them so Dr. Stevens would have a better view. For a few seconds, Sean had forgotten the professor was there watching, expecting them to put on a show.
“You still just want to watch?” Ben asked.
The professor nodded, but Sean could see the bulge in the front of his sweats. At least he was well entertained.
Sean scooted until Andrew had a side-on view. Then Ben leaned down and swallowed Sean’s cock, fucking devoured it. Sean almost toppled over. He grabbed on to Ben to steady himself. Ben licked and sucked and then pulled off long enough to say. “Go ahead. Get rough. I like it.”
“He loves it when I fuck his face,” Andrew said.
Ben glanced at the professor and grinned. “I do.”
“Holy fucking fuck.” Sean didn’t have any other words.
“Yes, that about sums up what he can
do with his mouth,” Andrew said.
Ben took Sean in his mouth again, and Sean had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.
“Don’t hold back,” Andrew ordered. “I want to hear you and I know Ben does too.”
Sean refused to give in. He tried desperately to remain silent as Ben rocked his world, doing things with his tongue that should have been impossible. Eventually, though, Ben broke him. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I… God, Ben. Please, I…”
Ben pulled back. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Sean nodded frantically.
“Then come. Andrew would love to watch.”
Sean looked at Andrew for confirmation. “I love how eager you are. You need Ben to take the edge off and I want to see you come down his throat before I fuck you.”
“I thought you just wanted to watch,” Ben taunted.
Andrew glared at Ben. “You surely didn’t think I was going to watch all night, did you? Sean looked like a frightened rabbit when you two got here. Since you suck dick like you were born to it, I thought that might settle him down.”
Ben laughed. “I think it worked.” He laid a hand on Sean’s chest and pushed gently. “Lie down. I don’t want you passing out on me.”
Sean fell back against the mattress as Ben engulfed him again, sucking, swallowing, humming around him, everything calculated to make Sean come so hard he truly might pass out, even if he was lying down. He grasped the sides of Ben’s head, unable to keep from thrusting up into his mouth, babbling a constant litany of need. “Don’t stop! So fucking good!”
Ben buried his face against Sean’s crotch and that did it. Sean’s entire body tensed as heat surged to his balls. Then his climax hit. Ben swallowed again and again, taking down almost every drop, then licking up the rest, making Sean gasp as he tongued the overly sensitive flesh.
Sean fought to catch his breath. The world was still dark and fuzzy around the edges.
“You were right to make him lie down. He would surely have passed out otherwise.” Andrew chuckled, his voice deep and sexy.
“Mmmhmm,” Ben responded.
They sounded far away as Sean struggled to push away the fog in his head. He didn’t think he’d ever come that hard.
Ben brushed the back of his hand over Sean’s cheek. “You alive?”
“Fuck.” He wasn’t quite up to speaking yet.
Ben giggled, the bastard. He should come with a warning label. A few seconds later, Sean managed to lift up on his elbows and look at Ben. His cock was red and leaking precum. “You want me to…”
“No,” Andrew said. “Ben tricked us, so he can wait his turn.”
“That is so unfair. You love this,” Ben whined.
“I also love making you wait.”
Andrew was standing by the bed now and he was naked. Sean wanted to run his fingers through the dark hair on his chest. And his cock… Sean wanted a taste right then. “Wow.”
Andrew gave him a self-satisfied smile. “I’m glad you’re impressed. Are you ready for more?”
Sean nodded. He might die from pleasure overload, but it would be a good death.
Sean shifted positions so he could take Andrew’s cock into his mouth. The professor sucked in his breath, obviously not expecting it. Sean worked him with one hand while teasing his cockhead with tongue and teeth. Andrew groaned and took hold of Sean’s shoulders. Sean used his other hand to tease the professor’s balls as he drew him in deeper.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
Sean swallowed around Andrew and he jerked, thrusting into Sean’s mouth. Sean loved knowing Andrew wasn’t as in control as he wanted to be. He indulged in toying with the professor for a few more moments, and Ben joined in. They sucked and licked side by side, kissing each other around the shaft. It was like one of Sean’s hottest ever three-way fantasies come to life, and Ben was just as good at kissing as he was at sucking cock.
Finally, Andrew pushed at Sean’s shoulder. “Enough.”
He and Ben sat back and Ben pulled Sean in for a much longer, much more satisfying kiss. He explored Sean’s mouth, tongue-fucking him until Sean was hard again and almost as desperate to come as he’d been before Ben had sucked him off. When he turned to look at Andrew, the man was jacking himself off as he watched them.
“Like the show?” Sean asked. Since when was he bold enough to be that cheeky?
“Very much. Too much to wait anymore. Get on your knees and spread your ass for me.”
“Sean could suck me while—”
Andrew shook his head.
Ben whimpered.
“If you think that’s going to win you any sympathy, you’re very wrong.”
“You know you want me.” He pouted.
“Damn right, I do, and I’m going to have you. But I’m going to have Sean first. And then… I think we’ll both have you.”
Sean sucked in a breath. “B-both? You mean…?”
Andrew gave an evil smile. “Oh yes.”
“Fuck!” Ben and Sean spoke at the same time.
“See,” Andrew said. “Good things really do come to those who wait.”
Ben shook his head. “But I don’t want to wait.”
Andrew winked at Sean. “He’s such a cock slut.”
“No shit, like I couldn’t tell that from the way he used his mouth.”
Andrew chuckled.
Ben glared at them. “So I love cock. That’s bad how?”
Andrew ignored him, motioning for him to get off the bed. “Watch us.”
Ben grumbled as he sat in the chair Andrew had vacated.
Andrew turned to Sean. “Turn over.”
Sean did as he said, having no interest in resisting. He even stuck his ass in the air and pulled his cheeks apart, feeling absurd until Andrew sucked in his breath and groaned. “God that’s hot. Stay right there.”
Sean heard the sound of Andrew rolling on a condom and slicking himself up. The professor took his time about it, though. Sean was ready to beg by the time Andrew finally rubbed a slick finger over Sean’s hole, making Sean gasp as he pushed inside.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re positively wild. No more shy nerdy student. I want you to own what you like, to beg for it. You love how dirty this is, don’t you?”
Sean nodded frantically. He glanced at Ben, who was stroking himself and, from the looks of it, close to coming.
“Ben, put your hands behind your back,” Andrew ordered.
Ben groaned.
“Do I need to tie them?”
A moan escaped Sean. The thought of Ben tied up while he watching made his cock twitch.
“Ben loves when I tie him up. But we’ll save that for another time.”
“O-okay,” Sean said. Another time. There was going to be another time? Sean still wasn’t sure he’d survive this one.
Ben glared at Andrew as he obeyed. “I’ll get you back for this.”
“So you say.”
God, the man was arrogant, and it was so fucking sexy.
Andrew worked Sean’s ass, stretching him out for a few more seconds. “You ready for my cock now?”
“More than ready.” At least Sean hoped he was.
“We’ll see.”
“I bet you’ve never had anyone like Andrew,” Ben said.
Sean was certain he hadn’t. He cried out as Andrew drove deep with no warning. “Fuck!”
Andrew gave him no mercy. He didn’t seem to believe in a slow start. Sean fisted his hands in the sheets, torn between struggling to get away from the burn in his ass and begging for more. “I—”
“Love it,” Andrew said as he kept going, fucking Sean with an intensity he had never imagined.
“I need—”
“Yes, you do and I’m. Giving. It. To. You.”
Ben was right. Andrew wasn’t like the men Sean had been with in the past, men who’d been as inexperienced as he was. Andrew was brutally confident, as ruthless in bed as he was in the classroom. And Sean fucking loved it. H
e was going to be ruined for anyone else.
He closed his eyes and held on, riding the waves of pleasure and hoping to make it last. Andrew knew just how to drive over Sean’s sweet spot and how to take him in a relentless way that swamped all Sean’s senses. He would forever associate Andrew’s musky scent with searing, aching pleasure.
Just when Sean was sure he was going to come even without even touching his dick. Andrew pulled out. “Ben, get on the bed,” he ordered as he pushed at Sean’s hips, encouraging him to turn over. Sean was still trying to absorb the fact that the professor had actually stopped and left him hanging on the edge. He rolled onto his back and slung an arm over his eyes, needing a moment. Breathe. Just breathe.
“Sean?” Ben’s voice. “You okay?”
“I… I think so.”
Andrew slapped Sean’s thigh. “You’re fine and you’re going to be even better once we’re both inside Ben.”
Sean wasn’t sure about that. Feeling Andrew’s cock sliding against his as they both fucked Ben might do him in. How much pleasure could he take?
Ben touched his cock and Sean’s worries vanished. Ben looked high on lust and not at all daunted about the prospect of two cocks in his ass.
“I’ll get you ready.” Sean realized Ben was holding a condom and a bottle of lube. Andrew was putting a fresh condom on himself. “You good with this?” Ben asked.
“Yes,” Sean said. No way in hell was he backing out now.
Ben giggled. “This is fucking awesome.” He straddled Sean once he covered Sean’s cock and slicked it up. He rose on his knees and guided Sean’s cock to his ass. Sean gasped as Ben’s tight heat enveloped him.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Ben said as he sank a little lower, taking his time.
“Get on with it,” Andrew demanded, slapping Ben’s ass.
Ben grinned at Sean. “He’s terribly impatient. That’s why I was surprised he was willing to watch us at the beginning.”
“Watching was enjoyable, but now I’m all about action.”
“Wait your turn,” Ben said as he lowered himself a little more.
Sean bit his lower lip, holding in a cry as Ben’s ass gripped him so tightly the friction was driving him mad. No way was Andrew’s cock going to fit in there too. When Ben had fully seated himself, he smiled at Sean. “I told you you’d love this.”
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