Chapter 5
I really underestimated his sex drive, Shawn thought as he sucked his professor’s cock a week later. It was the fifth time that week that he’d found himself on his knees in front of Rutledge.
Shawn had to admit it wasn’t disgusting or anything; it could have been worse.
Much worse. Rutledge’s dick was always clean and tasted all right.
Sure, the size made it more difficult than it could have been, but after the first few minutes, he’d gotten used to it and his jaw had stopped aching.
Besides, more often than not, Rutledge did most of the job, holding Shawn’s face in place and just fucking into his mouth.
However, there were times, like today, when Rutledge ordered Shawn to lick and suck his cock slowly. That was more difficult, but Shawn’s inner sense of fairness didn’t let him do a half-assed job: Rutledge paid him a lot of money for this, after all.
If anyone had told him a few weeks ago that he would be sucking another guy’s dick every day, Shawn would have laughed. If anyone had told him that he would let Professor Rutledge, of all people, put his dick in his mouth every day, Shawn would have thought it was a bad joke. And not a funny joke.
Yet there he was, sucking Rutledge’s cock, Rutledge’s big hand guiding his head as Shawn bobbed his head, swirling his tongue around the head of his teacher’s cock. Yeah, it did taste all right. Shawn found that with each time he minded the taste less.
Rutledge grunted, his hips bucking up slightly. Shawn wasn’t sure what it said about him that he could tell Rutledge was close.
“Look at me,” Rutledge demanded.
Shawn met the dark eyes and sucked on the head slowly. Then harder.
Rutledge grabbed Shawn’s hair, thrust hard, and came.
Shawn swallowed the come. He wasn’t a fan of the taste, but he knew Rutledge liked when he did it. The taste wasn’t that horrible, anyway.
After a while, he felt Rutledge’s gaze on him and he looked up again.
Rutledge was staring at him with an odd expression on his face. Suddenly, Shawn realized that he still had Rutledge’s soft cock in his mouth and was still sucking on it idly, as though it was a giant lollipop.
Flushing, Shawn let the cock slip out of his mouth and shot to his feet. “I just zoned out,” he said, turning away and wiping his mouth.
“I didn’t say anything,” Rutledge said.
When he heard the sound of a zipper, Shawn turned back.
Once again, Professor Rutledge looked immaculate and untouchable. If Shawn didn’t know better, he would never believe what had just transpired in this office a few minutes ago.
Shawn shifted from one foot to the other.
Leaning back in his chair, Rutledge raised his eyebrows. “Yes?”
Shit. This was awkward as hell, but Mrs. Hawkins had told him that she would quit if Shawn didn’t raise her wages. To make matters worse, his rent was due today. So Shawn forced himself to speak, “I need money. Can you pay me now? I mean—I know it wasn’t the deal, but—”
“Come over here.”
Shawn closed his mouth mid-sentence and stepped toward him. He couldn’t read Rutledge’s expression.
Rutledge took his wrist and yanked him into his lap.
“What the—”
“What’s in it for me?” Rutledge said, clearly mocking him by using the words Shawn had said a week ago.
Shawn gripped the back of Rutledge’s chair, feeling uncomfortable and weirded out. He’d never imagined he would ever be in this situation: sitting in Professor Rutledge’s lap and trying to cajole money out of him. “What do you want? Another blowjob?”
Rutledge studied him. “You let me kiss you and touch you, and I will give you the money.”
Shawn blinked. He looked down at Rutledge’s lips and felt an uneasy feeling spread in his stomach. “I don’t know—I mean, I’m straight. That would be kind of weird.”
The lips he was looking at twisted.
“More weird than sucking my cock, Wyatt?”
Shawn felt nervous laughter bubble up inside him. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you’re right.”
Rutledge wrapped a hand around Shawn’s neck, stroking his pulse with his thumb. “Well?”
Shawn shrugged. “Fine. Whatever.”
It seemed as though Rutledge had been waiting for just those words, because the next thing Shawn knew, he had his professor’s tongue in his mouth. Shawn’s eyes widened, but he forced himself to relax.
He closed his eyes, trying to distance himself from what was happening and failing.
Surprisingly, Rutledge was a pretty good kisser.
He wasn’t sloppy, and the kiss wasn’t gross, but it was strange.
It was strange to be the one being kissed, not the other way around.
He was being kissed by a man, not a girl.
The difference shouldn’t have been so obvious, but it was.
Rutledge kissed the same way he acted: bossy, demanding, and hard.
A few minutes later, when Rutledge was finally done kissing him, Shawn’s lips were swollen and sensitive. He felt kind of overwhelmed and more than a little weirded out.
Rutledge took one look at him, snorted, and pushed him off his lap. Shawn got to his feet unsteadily and turned to leave.
“You didn’t collect your payment, Wyatt.”
Payment. Right.
Shawn turned back and didn’t look at him as Rutledge put money into his pocket.
“Now get out,” Rutledge said. “I have papers to grade.”
Shawn was only all too happy to obey.
Once he was outside the office, he touched his sore lips.
They were tingling.