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 wasstrange.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.
Chapter 6
Turned out, kissing wasn’t just a one-time thing. Rutledge seemed to think that now that he’d done it once, he had the right to shove his tongue into Shawn’s mouth whenever he wanted—and he seemed to want it very often.
As a result, Shawn had been spending an awful lot of time in Rutledge’s lap, with Rutledge’s tongue in his mouth and Rutledge’s hands on his ass. The latter made him a bit uneasy, but Rutledge didn’t seem to want anything else. Shawn figured the guy just couldn’t help it, so he didn’t make a fuss about it.
Usually, after about ten minutes of hard kissing, Rutledge ordered him to suck him off, but today he was taking his time, kissing him over and over, deep and absolutely filthy, until Shawn could barely breathe. The familiar feeling of being completely overwhelmed was back, and Shawn found himself gasping and making small noises—he wasn’t even sure why. It was just too much. He wasn’t sure whether he liked this feeling—the feeling of being completely overwhelmed—or hated it.
At last, Rutledge broke the kiss, but instead of simply ordering him to suck him off, as he usually did, he started kissing down Shawn’s neck.
“Er, I’m pretty sure this wasn’t part of the deal,” Shawn said.
Rutledge ignored him, of course.
