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When his classes were over, Shawn headed to Rutledge’s office, as ordered.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the familiar door.
“Enter.”
Shawn went inside and closed the door carefully.
Then he walked to Rutledge’s desk.
“Well?” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Slowly, Rutledge looked up. The expression on his face was positively stony as he moved a piece of paper towards Shawn—the “assignment” he had turned in. “What is the meaning of this?”
Shawn picked up the paper and reread the single sentence written on it, as though he didn’t know what it said.
Do you want to fail me so I have no choice but to suck your dick again?
Inwardly, Shawn was cringing a bit. He couldn’t believe he’d lost his temper and actually written that.
But aloud, he said, “Can’t you read, sir?” Only a few days ago, he wouldn’t have dared to use this cocky tone with Rutledge, but apparently having had the guy’s dick in his mouth did wonders.
Rutledge stood up and walked to him.
He came to a halt only a few inches away.
Shawn didn’t move, refusing to be intimidated.
“I can have you expelled for this,” Rutledge said.
“Sure, but it will get you fired and your career tarnished when everyone finds out you’re trading grades for sex.”
Rutledge grabbed his neck. “You little shit.” His hand tightened on his throat. “Are you threatening me?”
“No,” Shawn croaked out. “I just really dislike being bullied. I didn’t force you to shove your dick into my mouth, Professor.”
Rutledge’s nostrils flared. He didn’t say anything, the muscles in his jaw working.
“Seriously, what’s your problem with me?” Shawn said, struggling to breathe through the pressure of Rutledge’s grip. “I can’t be the only student you used. I’m not proud of what I did, but it was a fair deal: we both got something out of it. Why are you always on my back?”
“I never trade grades for sex,” Rutledge ground out. “You were the only exception.”
Shawn blinked. “What? But I heard—”
“Yes, I get offers all the time, but I report everyone who’s stupid enough to suggest it outright. Do I look like someone who would trade grades for anything, Wyatt?”
Well, no. That was why Shawn had had trouble believing it when Christian had told him the rumor.
“But then…” Shawn studied Rutledge. “Then what about me? Why me?”
The silence stretched. And stretched. And stretched some more.
Oh.
Shawn licked his lips. “You want me.” He let out an uncertain chuckle. “Wow. I’m—I’m kind of flattered, I guess.”
Rutledge glowered at him, his grip flexing on Shawn’s throat. “It’s just lust, nothing more. I won’t give you special treatment.”
“You’re already giving me ‘special treatment,’ Professor. You’ve been a total asshole lately—even more than you usually are.” Shawn held his gaze. “Let’s be honest, man. I needed not to fail your class, so I sucked you off. I didn’t force you to accept my offer. You wanted your dick sucked and you got what you wanted. It’s not my fault you couldn’t resist it. And it sure as hell isn’t my fault that I turn you on. So please stop taking it out on me. I get it: you’re sexually frustrated, but go jerk off, or fuck someone—”
“I don’t think so,” Rutledge said, very softly.
Shawn didn’t like the gleam in his eyes. “What?”
“I always get what I want,” Rutledge said, his soft tone at odds with the hard grip on Shawn’s throat. There would probably be bruises. “If I want your mouth, I’ll get your mouth, not someone else’s. Get on your knees.”
Shawn stared at him. Was this guy for real?
“I don’t think so, Professor,” he said, just as softly. “You’re the one who wants his dick sucked. I’m straight. What’s in it for me?”
Rutledge’s eyes narrowed. “I won’t repeat my mistake again. You’ll have to work for the final grade like everyone else. I won’t give you a grade you don’t deserve.”
“Then it looks like it will be the first time you don’t get what you want. Sir. Let go. Now.”
Rutledge didn’t let go, his gaze assessing. “Two thousand,” he said.
Shawn frowned. “What?”
“Two thousand dollars a month.”
Shawn laughed, an incredulous, hard edge to it. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m not a whore.”
Rutledge raised his eyebrows.
Shawn scowled, though he felt his cheeks grow hot. “It’s different.”
“How is that different?” Rutledge’s lips curled, but Shawn would never call it a smile. “It’s actually far more honest and straightforward than whoring yourself for a grade. You need money, Wyatt.”
“How do you know that?” Shawn said sharply.
“I have eyes. Most of your clothes are worn out and old.”
Rutledge’s tone was matter-of-fact, yet Shawn suddenly felt very conscious of the shabbiness of his appearance compared to Rutledge’s immaculate suit. “Don’t you have better things to do than study your students’ clothes?”
Rutledge stroked his thumb over the pulse in Shawn’s neck. “Two thousand a month. Just for sucking my dick. Think about it, Wyatt.”
Shawn didn’t want to think about it. He wanted to laugh in Rutledge’s face and walk out, but…
But.
He thought about the empty fridge and cupboards at home. He thought about the rent, due next week. He thought of the winter coming soon—and of the heating bills. He thought of Mrs. Hawkins’s wages. He thought of the fact that he barely saw Emily and Bee, because he had to work two jobs and still barely scraped a living.
He was tempted. Fucking hell, he was tempted. It didn’t exactly make him proud, but Rutledge was right: he needed money and he was in no position to be picky about the source of the money.
“Three thousand,” Shawn said. If he was going to whore himself out, he wasn’t going to be cheap. Rutledge wasn’t married, had a cushy job and had published multiple award-winning books. He could easily afford it.
Rutledge snorted. “You can’t be serious. I can find fifty whores for that money.”
“I’m sure you can. But it’s me you want. And I’m not a whore.”
“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 it was flattering as hell that this man—this powerful man everyone feared and respected—wanted him so badly.
“Any time I want?” Rutledge said, lifting his gaze to 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 th
at 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 much worse. Much worse. Rutledge’s dick was always clean and tasted all right. Sure, the size made it more difficult than it should have been, but after the first few times, 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 he would let Professor Rutledge, of all people, put his dick in his mouth every day, Shawn would have thought it was a very 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, 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 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.
Shawn rolled his eyes. Since the whole thing started, he’d discovered that Rutledge actually kept himself in check in class and did not demonstrate the extent of his…personality. When they were alone, Rutledge didn’t hold back: he was completely domineering. Everything had to be done the way Rutledge wanted.
Shawn was torn away from his thoughts when he felt Rutledge’s large hands slide under his shirt to stroke his bare back.
“You’re kinda crossing the line, man,” Shawn murmured, though if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t that bothered by Rutledge’s coping a feel. He wondered whether he should be.
It wasn’t the first time it had occurred to Shawn that he was nowhere near as freaked out by the whole thing as he probably should have been. But then again, he had the guy’s dick in his mouth every day. This was nothing.
Rutledge continued to nibble at his neck aggressively. “Pull me out and jerk me off.”
Before Shawn could do it, Rutledge’s cell phone started vibrating on the desk.
Swearing through his teeth, Rutledge lifted his head from Shawn’s neck and reached out for his phone.
“Yes?” he snapped without looking at the caller ID.
Shawn watched with interest as Rutledge’s face turned into a stony mask. He obviously didn’t like whatever the caller was saying
to him, because his voice turned hard. “I’m not interested, Vivian.” A pause. “I don’t give a damn about what he wants. Save your breath. I’m not coming.”
His curiosity piqued, Shawn leaned closer to the phone, trying to catch what she was saying.
“…father is very ill, Derek,” the woman—Vivian—said. “I swear I’m not lying. He would never admit it, but I know he wants to see you before—before… Please. For me.”
Rutledge’s jaw tightened. “I’m not going to do what he wants me to do. I’m not marrying that silly little girl.”
“Amanda is a nice young woman,” Vivian said. “Yes, her dad is our father’s friend, but she’s not her dad. She’s kind and—”
“Vivian,” Rutledge cut her off, glaring at his desk. “You’re forgetting something. I’m not into women. And even if I were, I would have never married the woman he chose for me.”
Vivian sighed. “Just come home this weekend. That’s the only thing I’m asking.”
Rutledge pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine,” he bit out. He hung up rudely and dropped the phone onto his desk.
“Your sister?” Shawn said. Figuring Rutledge wasn’t in the mood for sex anymore, he was about to slide off his lap when Rutledge grabbed him and yanked him into a kiss.
The kiss was cruel, hard and punishing. It ended as quickly as it started.
Rutledge gripped his chin and stared at him, anger still rolling off him in waves. “You will accompany me.”
Shawn chuckled. “I will? Thanks for informing me.”
“I’ll pay you,” Rutledge said, not at all fazed. “Another three thousand for the weekend.”
Shawn stared at him. “You can’t be serious. You’re willing to pay me three grand just to annoy your dad?”
The glare Rutledge gave him would have made him flinch a few weeks ago. “That’s none of your business.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost two. Go home and pack for the weekend. I’ll pick you up in two hours.”
Shawn put his hands on Rutledge’s shoulders. “Whoa, wait a second. I’m not going anywhere. I’m serious. I can’t.”
Rutledge shot him an irritated look. “Why not?”
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