Soft, and slick, he felt Rutledge’s tongue licking him, lapping at his hole with abandon. Then Rutledge’s thumbs held him open to the assault.
Fuck. Rutledge’s tongue worked into him slowly, giving soft jabs at his center, parting the muscle, coaxing it to relax, sliding inside. Eating him out. So filthy, so wrong, but Shawn made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob, rutting against the mattress, his cock rock hard and throbbing.
“More,” he gasped, shifting his body until he was on his knees, legs spread and head hung low. The stubble on Rutledge’s face scratched the soft flesh of his buttocks, intensifying the sensations and reminding him once again that it was a man licking his hole. It was his professor eating him out.
The thought sent a rush of blood to his cock and he whimpered, pushing back against Rutledge’s mouth as Rutledge fucked him with his tongue. It wasn’t enough. His hole felt oversensitive, clenching for something hard to grab hold of.
They moved together, that wicked tongue trying to get deeper into him with every forward thrust. He was whimpering and shaking so badly, on edge and unable to come. He ached, and Rutledge’s tongue wasn’t big enough, couldn’t get deep enough, and Shawn needed more. “More.”
Rutledge pulled away from him, and then there were slick fingers massaging Shawn’s entrance with a circular motion, and Shawn moaned. He was having trouble thinking, his body taking over and trying to impale itself on Rutledge’s fingers. Rutledge pushed the fingers in—one, then another, scissoring them quickly before pulling them out again.
Panting, Shawn waited.He heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. It should have made him panic—what was about to happen—but he was past the point of freaking out. He was so empty. So hard.
Rutledge flipped him onto his back. Shoving a pillow under Shawn’s hips, he lined himself up between his legs, his dark eyes glazed with desire.
Shawn willed himself to relax as the thick head of Rutledge’s cock slowly started to stretch him. He felt himself pulled taut, burning, as Rutledge slowly pushed into him, Shawn’s insides reluctantly giving way to the intrusion.
“Oh,” Shawn breathed out when Rutledge was fully inside. He gripped Rutledge’s arms, his thighs trembling. It hurt a little.
Rutledge took a deep breath in, his muscles rigid under Shawn’s fingers. Rutledge’s body was tense as hell, as though he was fighting for control.
Shawn’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as he panted hotly. He was practically impaled on Rutledge’s cock, pleasure chasing the pain as he was stretched to his limit. He felt so full, Rutledge’s cock heavy inside him in all the right ways. It still ached, creating an exquisite agony that made his cock throb and leak against his stomach. The sensation of fullness was satisfying in a way he couldn’t explain.
“I’m good,” Shawn said, and to his surprise, he was. The intensity, the feeling of vulnerability was doing strange things to him, and he was melting, and he wanted—
Rutledge started moving.
Shawn could only open and close his mouth uselessly as the weird, intense pleasure started building up.
Rutledge’s cock nudged against his prostate, hard, and Shawn cried out, fingers digging into Rutledge’s shoulders. “Oh god, oh god,” he muttered between unintelligible words and noises as Rutledge thrust in and out, fucking him in earnest now. It still hurt, but Shawn could only concentrate on the intense, maddening pleasure building up inside of him. He was aching all over, need pumping in him as Rutledge’s cock buried deep in him, but not deep enough, never enough, and it was good, so good, so very good—
Tossing his head back, Shawn bit his lip as Rutledge practically bent him in half, directing his cock at an angle that made Shawn whimper.
Rutledge leaned down and started kissing him in time with his thrusts, his tongue delving deeply, and all Shawn could do was hold on and ride with the storm. He completely lost track of time, his whole world narrowing to Rutledge—Derek—his hot mouth, his cock, his hands roaming all over Shawn’s body. Shawn wasn’t even speaking anymore, just taking it and moaning. His hole was twitching around Rutledge’s cock as Rutledge pounded into him without restraint, kissing and biting Shawn’s neck and shoulders. Shawn’s dick was near bursting and he tried to touch himself, but Rutledge didn’t let him.
Shawn could feel his belly tightening, feel his hole begin to pulse, throbbing down around the hard cock that continued to fuck him, never letting up, taking hisbreath and his sanity and his inhibitions.
Shawn groaned, digging his fingers into Rutledge’s shoulders. “I can’t—”
“You can.” Rutledge gave a brutal thrust against Shawn’s prostate, his fingers gripping Shawn’s hips painfully. “Come on.”
And Shawn came, his body shuddering as his orgasm ripped through him.
Rutledge slammed into him a few times before groaning and going very still on top of him.
Shawn lay limply under him, his breathing still erratic, his body quivering in aftershocks.
He felt himself drift off to sleep, feeling warm, good, and satisfied.
Chapter 11
When Shawn woke up, he was alone. Judging by the sunlight coming through the window, it was about eight in the morning.
Yawning, he sat up and stretched, trying to gather his thoughts.
Last night’s events seemed bizarre and surreal. If his muscles didn’t ache and his ass didn’t hurt a little, he would have thought it was just a dream.
But it wasn’t a dream.
