Chapter 16
The girls fell asleep at nine in the evening, just after Shawn returned from work.
After that, Shawn spent an hour trying to make the shabby apartment look semi-presentable. At last, he gave up on it as a lost cause and took a quick shower. Putting on a pair of old blue shorts, Shawn was drying himself off when there was a quiet knock on the door.
Barefoot, Shawn tiptoed to the door and opened it.
Rutledge’s gaze immediately dropped down to his bare chest, his nipples, his belly button before settling on the shorts that were riding low on his hips.
Shawn cleared his throat quietly and Rutledge looked at his face.
In the semi-darkness of the room it was hard to read his expression.
Shawn pressed a finger to his lips and pointed to the girls’ bed.
Rutledge nodded curtly.
Shawn took his hand, pulled him inside, and locked the door. Then he led Rutledge to his bedroom.
It was the only bedroom in the apartment. When they had just moved in, Shawn had intended to make it the children’s room, but it was cold and damp, so he’d ended up taking it himself.
The room was also small and devoid of any furniture besides the narrow bed and his desk.
Shawn would have felt more embarrassed if Rutledge was actually looking around, but he didn’t seem to be interested in his surroundings as he quietly shut the door and stared at Shawn in the dim light of the lamp.
Rutledge started silently undressing.
Shawn’s heart beat faster and he could actually hear his own breathing, uneven and shaky. He stood still and watched, his skin warm, his cock hard and heavy in his shorts.
At last, Rutledge was naked. Looking completely unselfconscious, he walked to the bed, sat down and patted his knee, tension rolling off him in waves. His erection stood long and thick from a thatch of dark hair at his groin.
Shawn tore his gaze away, slipped out of his shorts and stepped to Rutledge.
He hesitated.
His eyes hooded, Rutledge took his arm and jerked him into his lap.
The rest was a blur of heated kisses and touches, and so much skin. Shawn had never felt so out of control with want, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel and want.
When he finally sank onto Rutledge’s slick cock, the profound relief was overwhelming. He groaned. The fullness, the intimacy was maddening and scary in its intensity. Rutledge grunted, pulling Shawn tighter to him, their chests flush against each other.
Looking into the dark eyes, Shawn moved. It was such a turn-on to see Rutledge’s eyes slide half-shut, the way his head sort of arched back.
Shawn opened his legs a little bit more, adjusting his posture as he took it deep and sweet, the hot length of his teacher burning him from the inside out.
He looked down between their bodies, fascinated by the movement of his own hips.
He saw Rutledge’s hands—big, and warm, and strong on his hips—direct the movement as he wanted it, guiding Shawn into riding him as Shawn’s own cock stood untouched between them; it was red and thick, wetness glistening and sliding down its shaft.
Rutledge’s thumbs stroked mindlessly at his hipbones, his tongue tracing a wet stripe on his neck as his cock stretched Shawn so damn good.
Swallowing back his moans, Shawn pushed down to increase the pressure and to take him fully.
The feeling of Rutledge’s hard stomach sliding along the aching flesh of his cock made Shawn whimper, and he gripped Rutledge’s shoulders a little bit tighter as he abandoned the rotations of his pelvis and started sliding up and down Rutledge’s cock, hard and fast, wanting more, deeper, more.
Neither could breathe well and both needed everything harder and faster, and soon Rutledge was slamming his hips up to meet Shawn’s on every thrust, and Shawn was gasping every time Rutledge hit his prostate, stars sparking behind his eyes.
Rutledge was grunting, his muscles working as he lifted Shawn and lowered him down onto his cock, and fuck, his strength was such a turn-on, and Shawn wanted him, wanted him, wanted him.
Rutledge came first, and Shawn followed shortly after, jerking his way through his orgasm and sinking his teeth into Rutledge’s shoulder to muffle his moans.
Shawn was only vaguely aware of Rutledge lifting him and laying him on his back: his eyelids grew heavy, his body languid with pleasure.
Just before he fell asleep, he realized they hadn’t said a word to each other since Rutledge had entered the apartment.