“You could have fooled me.”
Shawn ignored the jab and said softly, looking Rutledge in the eye, “It’s not like you can’t afford it. Three grand for fucking my mouth any time you want.”
Rutledge’s nostrils flared. His face was hard to read, but the hunger in his eyes as he looked at Shawn’s lips was harder to conceal. It made Shawn feel weird. He was straight, but he was honest enough with himself to admit that itwasflattering as hell that this man—this powerful man everyone feared and respected—wanted him so badly.
“Any time I want?” Rutledge said, lifting his gazeto Shawn’s eyes.
After a moment’s hesitation, Shawn nodded. How often could Rutledge possibly demand for him to do it? Probably a few times a week, at most. About ten times a month. And he’d get three thousand dollars for that. He would be able to quit one of his jobs and spend more time with the kids.
It would be worth it.
“Very well,” Rutledge said, letting go of his throat. He returned to his chair and looked at Shawn. “What are you waiting for, Wyatt?”
Shawn swallowed and looked down at the impressive bulge in the man’s pants. He could totally do it. Just ten times a month and three thousand dollars for his trouble. He had already sucked Rutledge’s dick once and it wasn’t revolting or anything. He could do it.
Shawn locked the door and then sank to his knees in front of the most hated professor in school.
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 hewould 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, Shawnturned 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.”
