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 that 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 dick, 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, Rutledge was finally done kissing him, and 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