The Professor Collection

by Silvia Violet

  Sean grabbed his hips, encouraging him to rise. Ben did, moving up and down, fucking himself on Sean’s cock. Sean groaned. “You’re right. I love it. I totally fucking love it.”

  “Enough.” Andrew positioned himself behind Ben and pushed Ben forward. Sean wrapped his arms around Ben and kissed him, softly at first and then harder until the kiss grew wild and greedy. Sean felt Andrew’s dick brush the base of his own and then there he was, working his way in next to Sean. Ben froze, pulling back from Sean’s lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, looking caught between pleasure and agony.

  Sean reached between them to stroke Ben’s cock. “You know you love it, having both of us.”

  Been nodded frantically, but then he sucked in his breath. “That fucking hurts.”

  “Of course it hurts,” Andrew said. “But it’s going to be good once I’m in there, you know it is.”

  “Fuck!” Ben slammed his fist down on the mattress.

  Sean stroked him faster. “You’re hard as fucking steel, Ben. You’re loving this.”

  Ben struggled, trying to fuck into Sean’s hand, but Andrew held him tight.

  “Fuck. You,” Ben cried.

  Andrew pushed forward more. Sean loved the feel of Andrew’s dick against his own and the heat and pressure of Ben’s ass. “This is so fucking good,” Sean muttered.

  Ben whimpered. “Please.”

  Andrew stopped. Sean looked up at the professor. Sweat dripped down his chest. The tendons at the base of his neck were standing out from tension, but he held himself still. “Please what?”

  “More. All the way. I… Fuck, I can take it.”

  Andrew pushed in farther. The pressure on his dick made Sean desperate to move. How was Ben standing it?

  Andrew held still for another few seconds.

  “More. Goddammit.” Ben struggled, trying to thrust against them.

  “You need time,” Andrew insisted.

  Ben snarled. “No, I fucking don’t.”

  Andrew pulled back, the drag of his cock against Sean’s making him shudder. His balls were heavy with need, and he wasn’t going to last any time like this. He let go of Ben’s dick and wrapped his arms around Ben, trying to hold him still as Andrew started to move. Slow, agonizing thrusts, then finally faster as Ben accommodated them.

  Dear God, this was incredible, total sensation overload.

  Ben panted, whimpered, whined. “So good. Oh God. Too much.”

  “Come for me,” Andrew said. “I want you both to come. I want to watch you lose it.”

  “Fuck! Oh fuck,” Ben cried, rutting against Sean. Seconds later, hot, sticky fluid shot against Sean’s abdomen. The knowledge that Ben was getting off on being stuffed full of cock, on being taken by their fucking hardass of a professor put Sean over the edge.

  “Yes! Oh my God, yes!” Sean cried as heat raced through him. He couldn’t have held back if his life depended on it. He squeezed Ben’s hips as he drove up into him, shooting his load deep in Ben’s ass. His orgasm seemed to go on forever.

  Finally, he collapsed against the mattress. Ben lay atop him, spent and limp, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

  Andrew pulled out and tossed his condom off the bed. Then he jacked himself fast and hard. With a grunt, he shot his load over Ben’s back.

  Sean shuddered at the erotic sight, his body trying to wring just a little more pleasure from the moment.

  When Andrew was spent, he collapsed beside them. Sean wasn’t sure how much time passed before he moved, but eventually, Andrew went into the bathroom and came back with washcloths. Sean wiped himself down and Andrew tended to Ben, who rolled off Sean with a groan. Andrew tossed the washcloths on the bathroom counter and climbed back into bed with them.

  “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done,” Andrew said.

  Ben snorted. “That’s saying a lot.”

  Sean thought Ben might have dozed off, but now he was chuckling, his breath warm against Sean’s chest.

  “Wow.” Sean had no words for what had just happened. He attempted to extract himself from Ben, but Ben refused to move.

  “Going somewhere?” Andrew asked.

  “Um… home, I thought.” He wanted to leave before things got awkward.

  “We have the room for the whole night. And I plan to make full use of it,” Andrew said.

  “Seriously?” That was out before Sean could think better.

  The professor raised a brow, already back to his arrogant self. “Are you saying you’d rather leave now?”

  “Fuck, no. I’d move in here if I could.”

  That set Ben off on a round of punch-drunk giggling.

  Andrew gestured toward Ben. “Now look what you’ve done.”

  “He’s kind of cute like that,” Sean insisted.

  “Yeah he is, the little shit.”

  Andrew moved closer and wrapped an arm around both of them.

  “He cuddles,” Ben said. “But he’s way more embarrassed about that than the fact that he’s a dirty old man.”

  Andrew slapped Ben’s ass, but he snuggled in closer. “Like I said before. This never happened.”

  Sean sighed as his lovers wrapped themselves around him. He fell asleep thinking how very much he looked forward to more things “not happening” in the morning.

  The Professor’s Rent Boy

  Dr. Lucas Caldwell stepped through the door of a private club. Inside, the atmosphere was quieter than he’d expected. Music played but not the blaring rattle-your-brains-out variety that kept him out of dance clubs. Here, instead of a mass of quivering bodies, the only dancing took place on stage, and the men up there bending their bodies in a way that made them seem boneless weren’t just here to dance. They were for hire, willing to satisfy whatever needs you had.

  I shouldn’t be here. This is ridiculous.

  You want to get laid, don’t you?

  Lucas did, but was he really going to resort to paying for it? It wasn’t like he was utterly hopeless. He could find a man on his own, but anonymous encounters always left him feeling dissatisfied and he’d given up on trying to find an actual partner, someone who shared his interests, someone who knew how to enjoy conversation, fine food, reading ancient Latin texts by the fire—okay, the last was probably a pipe dream, but even the first had failed. So he might as well have some really hot sex from a professional, no prowling through bars, no need to dance, figuratively or literally. This was a business transaction, like purchasing a fine wine. He’d enjoy his evening and then go home and move on like he would if he’d hired a massage therapist or eaten at a five-star restaurant. This was just another type of pleasure that he was willing to pay for.

  A friend had recommended the place, not that Lucas had asked. He doubted he would’ve had the nerve to do that. But a friend of a friend had availed himself of the club’s services and been far more pleased than he’d expected by the… companion he’d hired. This club also had the advantage of being on the opposite side of town from the university, so Lucas wasn’t as likely to run into someone he knew.

  Once he’d talked himself into googling the place, he’d discovered that he could schedule an appointment online, where he’d filled out a form to request the services he desired and the particular traits he preferred in his… provider. Now it remained to be seen whether he could actually go through with this arrangement.

  He approached the host stand where a man who was older than the dancers but no less beautiful was waiting to assist him. The man was dressed professionally in a white button-down and dark pants rather than being shirtless or in a g-string or something more along the lines Lucas had expected.

  “Do you have a reservation, sir?” he asked.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Wonderful.” He didn’t say the word suggestively or smirk or anything. Lucas might have been at a high-class restaurant or hotel. “Your name?”

  “Dunwell.” He’d used his mother’s maiden name for the booking, though he’d had to submit to a backgro
und check so someone here knew who he really was. If the university found out… Well, there’d been far worse scandals. What he did on his own time shouldn’t matter. Still, it was technically illegal.

  The young man tapped the screen of a tablet propped up on his podium. “Yes, here you are. If you’d follow me, sir.”

  Lucas’s pulse pounded in his ears. Was he going to run away or see this through? He found his legs moving before his brain had decided which path to take. Of course, his brain had little to do with this decision.

  The host gestured toward a booth. “Please have a seat and your companion will join you shortly. Would you like a cocktail or a glass of wine while you wait?”

  “A Cape Cod, please.” Lucas figured at least some amount of alcohol was necessary if he were going to see this through.

  Companion. As if they might be going to have a stroll about town. Had he traveled back in time to the 1880s and this young man would be his valet/guide on the Grand Tour? No, nothing so innocent as that. He’d actually hired a rent boy. What the fuck was he thinking?

  Before full-on panic took him, Lucas saw a man approaching his table. He was blond, with a slight frame, but Lucas couldn’t make out any details of his features in the low light. Was he The One?

  Lucas’s heart hammered. He took a sip of his drink, but no amount of vodka could truly fortify him for this.

  “Dr. Caldwell?”

  He sputtered, swallowing the drink the wrong way. As he worked to calm the coughing fit, he looked at the young man more closely. “Gavin?” No, this wasn’t happening. The kid had been in his Latin 1 and 2 classes last year. He was a history major interested in Medieval studies, a protégé of Dr. Pemberton, and he was… here.

  “Hi,” Gavin said as he slid into the booth across from Lucas.

  “Wh-what are you doing here?”

  Gavin grinned. “Working.”

  “Oh… Ohhhhh.” This was the man they’d sent to him. His student. “So you’re here to…”

  “Yes.” Gavin gave Lucas a slow, pointed once-over.

  What did Lucas say now? Gavin was a walking dream, gorgeous, funny, smart as hell, and completely off-limits. How did this happen?

  Admit it, when you described what you wanted, you were thinking of him.

  No.

  Yes.

  Fine. Yes.

  Lucas had spent last semester fighting the urge to stare at Gavin during class, praying Gavin wouldn’t come to office hours when the building was quiet because Lucas just might give into the temptation to suggest he teach Gavin more than Latin conjugations. Apparently, Gavin hadn’t needed any lessons.

  Gavin slid Lucas’s drink across the table. Lucas froze, watching him—his long-fingered hands, his lips—as he brought the glass close to his face. But Gavin didn’t drink. Instead, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Lucas’s cock responded instantly to the erotic sight. How the hell did he make such a simple gesture so sexy?

  Gavin set the glass down and smiled, the same impish look that had given Lucas a host of inappropriate feelings during every fucking class.

  “I had you pegged for a scotch drinker,” Gavin said.

  Lucas rolled his eyes. “Not all classics professors sit around in tweed jackets sipping scotch and listening to Mozart.”

  Gavin licked his lips and stared openly. “Obviously not.”

  Lucas tried to remember how to breathe. His pants were getting far too tight as it was. This was all so wrong, but he wanted Gavin so fucking much. “Did you know it was me?”

  Gavin shook his head. “Not until I saw you. But I was very curious about my client for the evening since the description on the request fit me so perfectly.”

  Heat crept into Lucas’s face. “I… Um…”

  “Were you thinking of me when you filled out the form?”

  Lucas wanted to deny it, but what was the point now? “Yes. Not consciously, but I was thinking of… what I wanted.”

  Gavin grinned. “Me?”

  “No… Yes… But I can’t. I’ll see that you get paid for your time, but this”—he gestured between them—“can’t happen.”

  Gavin caressed the side of the cocktail glass, and Lucas wished Gavin were touching him instead. “Sure it can. It’s summer. I’m not in school and I’m certainly not in your class.”

  “But what if you…?”

  “We’ll worry about that later.”

  Lucas grabbed the glass from Gavin and drained the rest of his drink.

  “You’re an amazing professor,” Gavin said, his voice like a purr.

  “Um…”

  Gavin signaled to a server and pointed to Lucas’s glass before continuing. “I’m also very good at what I do. Don’t you want to see me in action? I love watching you when you get all passionate about teaching. I’m passionate about my work too.”

  “Fuck.”

  Gavin nodded. “Why don’t you have another drink? Then we’ll go find out exactly which of my skills you’d like to see.”

  Before Lucas could say anything, a server appeared. He removed Lucas’s glass and offered him a fresh drink. “Sir?”

  Lucas nodded. “Thank you.” If the rest of the service here was half as impressive… When the man had left the table, Lucas took a sip of his new drink while he studied Gavin. “I meant what I said. We shouldn’t do this.”

  Gavin shook his head. “Don’t kid yourself. You’re going to see this through.”

  Lucas’s hand trembled against his glass. Gavin was right, but Lucas wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

  “So if you don’t sit around in a tweed jacket listening to Mozart, what kind of music do you like?” Gavin asked.

  The question threw him for a second, but he was glad for the change of subject. “You’ll laugh.”

  Gavin slowly shook his head. “Never. I promise.”

  “Latin dance music like Don Omar, Daddy Yankee, Pitbull.” Ironic that he loved the music but hated having it blasted at him in clubs.

  “No fucking way?” Gavin sounded like the kid he was.

  They spent the next few minutes discussing music. By the time Lucas’s second drink was empty, he was no longer feeling awkward and his cock was starting to get more than a little impatient.

  “You ready?” Gavin asked.

  Lucas took a deep breath. “I think I am.”

  Gavin once again signaled to the waiter, and like magic, he brought the bill. The staff here must be masters at reading people.

  Gavin studied Lucas with narrowed eyes as Lucas pulled out his wallet. “You don’t want me to conjugate Latin verbs in bed, do you?”

  Lucas laughed. “No, I swear.”

  “Just checking. I’ve gotten some very odd requests.”

  “I bet you have.” Lucas placed cash for the drinks plus a sizable tip in the payment folder. When he stood, jittery nerves combined with dizziness from the drinks made him unsteady. He braced himself on the edge of the booth. “Is this as weird for you as it is for me?”

  Gavin gave him a slow once-over. “Nope. Not weird at all, because whenever I got bored in class—”

  “Bored?”

  He at least had the decency to look sheepish when he realized what he’d said. “Um… I mean whenever I was listening intently with most of my brain—and trust me, your classes were nowhere near as boring as most—I would imagine what it would be like to kiss you and… more. You do know how hot you are, right? And when you’re all passionate about some story from Roman history, you get this fire in your eyes.” Gavin leaned in close. “I would imagine what it would be like to see you that passionate about me. Now I have a chance to find out.”

  Lucas swallowed hard. His cock was certainly all for showing Gavin exactly what that would be like. His mind was caught between worrying he’d disappoint the boy—man? student? oh, fuck it!—and worrying that he was crossing an ethical line he shouldn’t ignore.

  Gavin laid a hand over his. “I’m going to help you relax. This doesn’t have to be strange. Stop worryin
g and just let me make you feel good.”

  “I’m a chronic worrier, so I don’t think—”

  “Are you doubting my skills?”

  “I…”

  Gavin flashed a wicked grin. “You think I’m good in the classroom. Just wait until you get me in bed.”

  Lucas tried to find his voice.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about me or other students, about what it would be like to fuck someone in your office.”

  Oh dear God. Lucas’s gaze dropped to Gavin’s lips. They were full and moist and he wanted to taste them, like he had in his fantasies. He wanted to see Gavin on his knees and… He wanted Gavin to fuck him, to be the aggressor. But didn’t men usually hire rent boys so they could be the ones in charge?

  “What’s wrong?” Gavin asked.

  “Too many things to name.”

  Gavin gave Lucas’s arm a soothing caress. “Only because our society is so hung up about sex. This shouldn’t be such a big deal.”

  Lucas agreed and yet… “Maybe not.”

  “Would it have been in an issue in Ancient Rome?”

  Lucas chucked. “Good point. And no. It wouldn’t have been, at least not for the right segment of the population.”

  “Then let’s pretend,” Gavin suggested.

  “Don’t tell me you have a costume trunk complete with togas.”

  Gavin winked. “I just might, but I bet you’d rather have me naked.”

  Lucas nodded. “Yes, I think I’d like that. Too much.”

  “There is no too much about anything tonight.”

  Lucas nodded. “I’ll try to remember that. And you’re right. I have fantasized about students. In particular, one who took my Latin 1 class and then made very certain he had me again for the next semester.”

  Gavin’s smile widened. “That is the best thing I’ve heard all night.”

  ****

  Lucas slid the keycard into the lock and the light above the mechanism went green. This was it. He was stepping into a hotel room with a man he’d hired for the night—and not just any man, a student of his. Former student. He took a big breath and pushed the door open.

  As Lucas stepped into the room and felt Gavin’s presence behind him, he was certain he could feel the boy’s heat through his clothes. Gavin put a hand on his lower back and gave a gentle push. “Go on. In a few seconds, you’re going to be so happy you’ll forget all about your nerves.”