When he finally sank onto Rutledge’s slick cock, the profound relief was overwhelming. He groaned. The fullness, the intimacy was maddening and scary in its intensity. Rutledge grunted, pulling Shawn tighter to him, their chests flush against each other.
Looking into the dark eyes, Shawn moved. It was such a turn-on to see Rutledge’s eyes slide half-shut, the way his head sort of arched back.
Shawn opened his legs a little bit more, adjusting his posture as he took it deep and sweet, the hot length of his teacher burning him from the inside out. He looked down in between their bodies, fascinated by the movement of his own hips as they kept gyrating in place. He saw Rutledge’s hands—big, and warm, and strong on his hips—direct the movement as he wanted it, guiding Shawn into riding him as Shawn’s own cock stood untouched between them; it was red and thick, wetness glistening and sliding down its shaft.
Rutledge’s thumbs stroked mindlessly at his hipbones, his tongue tracing a wet stripe on his neck as his cock stretched Shawn so damn good. Swallowing back his moans, Shawn pushed down to increase the pressure and to take him fully. The feeling of Rutledge’s hard stomach sliding along the aching flesh of his cock made Shawn whimper, and he gripped Rutledge’s shoulders a little bit tighter as he abandoned the rotations of his pelvis and started sliding up and down Rutledge’s cock, hard and fast, wanting more, deeper, more.
Neither could breathe well and both needed everything harder and faster, and soon Rutledge was slamming his hips up to meet Shawn’s on every thrust, and Shawn was gasping every time Rutledge hit his prostate, stars sparking behind his eyes. Rutledge was grunting, his muscles working as he lifted Shawn and lowered him down onto his cock, and fuck, his strength was such a turn-on, and Shawn wanted him, wanted him, wanted him.
Rutledge came first, and Shawn followed shortly after, jerking his way through his orgasm and sinking his teeth into Rutledge’s shoulder to muffle his moans.
Shawn was only vaguely aware of Rutledge lifting him and laying him on his back: his eyelids grew heavy, his body languid with pleasure.
Just before he fell asleep, he realized they hadn’t said a word to each other since Rutledge had entered the apartment.
Chapter 17
Shawn woke up slowly, and the first thing he registered was a very naked and very warm body against his back. Rutledge.
They were spooning. Rutledge was spooning him.
Telling himself not to be silly—the bed was just very narrow, and there simply wasn’t much space—Shawn opened his eyes, blinking groggily.
And found himself looking at two little girls staring at them curiously.
“Shawn’s awake,” Bee whispered, sucking on her thumb. “Can I be loud now?”
Emily shook her head. “Mr. Rutledge’s still sleeping.”
A tiny furrow appeared between Bee’s brows. “But what is Mr. Rutledge doing in Shawn’s bed?”
“He’s sleeping, silly!” Emily said, forgetting to whisper.
Shawn felt the man behind him stir slightly and tighten his loose grip around Shawn’s waist. Rutledge mumbled something unintelligible, his lips brushing against Shawn’s ear.
Shawn grimaced and tugged the sheets higher, making sure the girls couldn’t see anything they weren’t supposed to see.
Bee pointed at Rutledge. “You told me to be quiet, but see, you woke him up!” She beamed. “Good morning, Mr. Rutledge!”
“Good morning,” Rutledge said hoarsely right into Shawn’s ear.
Goosebumps covered Shawn’s skin. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Get a grip.
“Morning,” he said at last, turning his head.
It was weird to see Rutledge’s hair so messy, but that, coupled with the dark stubble and all the naked skin, did strange things to Shawn’s insides. Rutledge’s dark eyes roamed over his face.
Shawn wasn’t sure how to act. He wasn’t sure where they stood.
“Why Mr. Rutledge slept in your bed?” Bee asked. “He doesn’t have a bed?”
Rutledge’s lips twisted. “Something like that, midget,” he said, still looking at Shawn.
“Don’t call her midget.”
“I don’t mind,” Bee said. “I’m short!”
“She doesn’t mind,” Rutledge said.
Snorting, Shawn reached for his shorts and pulled them on, wincing a bit in discomfort.
“Sore?” Rutledge murmured, sitting up as well.
Shawn hopped off the bed and threw him a narrow-eyed look.
Rutledge’s face was mostly inscrutable, but there was a hint of something in his eyes…
“Drop the smug look,” Shawn said and glanced at the clock on the wall. “Don’t you have a class to teach soon?”
“Yes,” Rutledge said, getting out of the bed. He looked so out of place in Shawn’s tiny, shabby room it wasn’t even funny.
Shawn turned away, grabbed the girls and pulled them out of the room.
Don’t be ridiculous, he told himself. It had just been sex. Yes, sex with another man—sex with his professor—but just sex. He had no reason to feel flustered. They were adults, they had wanted each other and they’d fucked to scratch the itch. Simple. Nothing complicated about it. It didn’t have to be complicated.
Shawn was still telling himself that while he prepared breakfast for the kids when the doorbell rang.
He went to open the door.
“Good morning!” Mrs. Hawkins said, pushing past him. “Morning, girls.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Hawk,” the twins said in unison.
“Have they already eaten?” Mrs. Hawkins asked Shawn.
“No, I was just going to feed them, but I’m running a bit late and I’d really appreciate if you—”
She waved him off. “Of course, go take a shower. I’ll do—”
Rutledge walked out of Shawn’s bedroom, sliding into his jacket. His hair was still wet after a shower.
Mrs. Hawkins stared. Then her gaze moved to Shawn.
Shawn felt a blush creep up his face. One didn’t have to be a genius to guess what they had been doing last night.
Mrs. Hawkins’s lips pursed into a line. Without a word, she nodded stiffly in Rutledge’s direction, took the girls and ushered them into the kitchen.
Shawn blinked at her back. Just a few weeks ago, Mrs. Hawkins told him to live a little and get a girlfriend, but apparently this was a problem for her. What the hell. His sex life was none of her business.
“Find another babysitter for the children if you don’t want them to grow up narrow-minded.” Rutledge headed to the door. “I have to go. I need to change before work.”
Shawn hesitated before following him to the door. Was it his imagination or was Rutledge really avoiding looking at him?
“Okay,” Shawn said, forcing nonchalance into his voice. “See you around, I guess.”
Rutledge went still before turning his head to him.
A beat passed.
Rutledge reached out, hooked his fingers in the waist of Shawn’s shorts and pulled him close.
He bent his head and pressed his nose against the side of Shawn’s neck before sucking hard on his skin. Shawn gasped from the mix of pain and pleasure.
In a blink of an eye, Rutledge was gone, and Shawn stared at the empty space he had occupied a moment ago.
What was that supposed to mean?
* * *
“Well?” Christian said when Shawn sat down next to him a few hours later.
Slumping in his seat, Shawn looked down at his hands on his stomach. “What?”
“Did you—you know?” The curiosity was clear in his friend’s voice.
Shawn nodded. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I fucked him again.”
“So what now? You get over him?”
Shawn said, “Sure.”
And then Rutledge entered the classroom.
As always, the hush was instant.
Rutledge walked to his desk, clad in a pristine three-piece dark suit that hugged his muscular frame. His stro
ng jaw was clean-shaven—
“Yep, totally over him,” Christian murmured.
Shawn flushed and averted his gaze. “I am.”
“Sure you are. But wipe that drool off your face. Seriously, you’re freaking me out. It’s Rutledge. The guy is a total dick, he has no sense of humor, no heart—and he’s not even handsome to compensate for his personality.”
“He is handsome,” Shawn muttered.
“He’s not. All right, he has a great body and the confidence, but his nose is too big, and his eyes are cruel.” Christian smirked. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing, I guess.”
Shawn rolled his eyes and accidentally caught Rutledge’s gaze. Suddenly, Shawn could acutely feel the hickey hidden by his turtleneck, the bruises on his thighs, the soreness in his ass.
Rutledge looked away and cleared his throat.
* * *
“Look, he’s come to pick Mila up again,” Christian murmured, motioning with his head as they crossed the parking lot after their classes. “See, I’m not the only one who stares at him.”
Shawn followed Christian’s gaze.
Sure enough, there was a man leaning against a white Lexus, and yeah, he was attracting quite a bit of attention. The guy didn’t even seem aware of all the staring students, looking bored and glancing at his watch from time to time.
“Damn, he’s so gorgeous,” Christian said.
Shawn eyed the guy critically. He really was rather startlingly handsome: tall and dark-haired, with strong, classically handsome features, a firm sensual mouth and striking deep-blue eyes. Yeah, Shawn could understand why Christian was attracted to him, though the guy seemed Christian’s complete opposite: all buttoned-up, serious and proper.
“I dunno, man,” Shawn said. “He looks like he has a stick up his ass.”
Christian wiggled his eyebrows. “Trust me, guys like that are usually the best in bed—kinky and intense.” He sighed. “Damn, why are all the hot guys straight? It’s so fucking unfair.”
Shawn snorted and patted him on the shoulder. “At least you’ll get to see him naked this weekend.”
Christian grimaced. “Like a kid looking in the candy store window.”
Shawn opened his mouth but shut it when a familiar black Mercedes stopped in front of them. The door opened.
“Get in,” said Rutledge, without even glancing at him. He looked like he was doing something very unpleasant.
“No, thanks, I’ll take the bus,” Shawn said.
“Get in,” Rutledge said again.
Shawn glanced around. They were attracting quite a few curious looks. Shit.
He gave Christian a shrug and climbed into the car.
Rutledge slammed on the gas pedal.
“Are you crazy? Everyone saw us!”
Rutledge was silent, driving at a blinding speed.
“That’s how nasty rumors start!”
Rutledge said nothing.
“Stop fucking ignoring me!”
Rutledge slammed his foot on the brakes.
Before Shawn knew it, Rutledge’s lips were on his and his tongue was in his mouth.
Shawn moaned and kissed back, burying his hands in Rutledge’s thick hair. Oh god, oh god, god.
Chapter 18
The next few weeks flew by in a blur.
Every evening, Rutledge would come over and they would spend hours in bed, having sex until they were completely exhausted and fell asleep entangled in each other. Sometimes they would run into each other in the halls or Shawn would go to Rutledge’s office and straddle his lap and they—
It was crazy. It was madness. Shawn couldn’t keep his hands off him; it was like he couldn’t control his body at all. He was weirded out by his own insatiable behavior; he’d never behaved like that before. This thing was actually getting worse. No matter how many times they fucked, no matter how many orgasms he’d had, he constantly wanted more, more and more of Derek but he couldn’t get enough.
Derek.
That was another thing that bothered Shawn. Lately he had caught himself thinking of Rutledge as Derek far too often for his liking. And to make things worse, Shawn wasn’t all that sure it was just sex he wanted. He enjoyed kissing Rutledge way too much. But the part after sex was the worst. Rutledge would kiss his face and his neck, softly and lazily, and Shawn would feel good, and warm—
Just like he was feeling at this moment as Rutledge nuzzled into the back of his neck.
“God, get out,” Shawn groaned into the pillow, his voice still hoarse after the blowjob he’d given Rutledge earlier. “I have the night shift tonight. Need to be at work in less than two hours, and it’ll take ages to get there.” He grimaced at the thought. He hated the night shifts, he hated when he was sent to work at the restaurant on the other end of the city, and he hated leaving the twins with Mrs. Hawkins for the night.
Rutledge didn’t move, his big body still sprawled over Shawn’s back. He was too heavy and it was getting hard to breathe, but Shawn found that he didn’t mind that much.
“I need to get going, too,” Rutledge said against his neck, kissing him there. “I have hundreds of papers to grade.”
“Did you grade mine yet?”
“Yes.”
“And?” Shawn’s stomach tightened as he waited for Rutledge’s response. He had put so much effort into it.
“It was acceptable,” Rutledge said. “C.”
Shawn deflated. “Oh.”
Rutledge’s lips stilled against his nape.
Then he rolled Shawn over and propped himself on his elbows above him. His dark eyes studied Shawn’s face. “Are you…upset?”
“No,” Shawn said lightly with a soft chuckle, averting his gaze. “I just… I just wanted to do better. To shut up the people who spread the rumors about us.”
“If you got a better grade, it would have only made it worse.”
“Maybe. But—I just really wanted to do better.”
Rutledge gripped his chin with his fingers and forced Shawn to look at him.
He had a strange expression on his face: irritation mixed with something else. “You did do better,” he said gruffly. “I expected worse.”
Shawn snorted, shaking his head. “Thanks. I guess.”
Rutledge stared at him with the same vaguely irritated look before leaning down and kissing him.
Shawn wasn’t entirely sure how they went from kissing to Rutledge’s trying to push his cock into him—again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Shawn said, with a half laugh, half groan. “I’m sore.”
“One more time,” Rutledge said, managing to sound resigned and desperate at the same time. “I’ll be gentle.”
“That’s what you said last time,” Shawn said, but truth be told, he didn’t mind at all. He was sore, but god, he wanted him.
“I was gentle,” Rutledge said, his hips rocking gently into him. “Until you begged me to fuck you harder.”
“I didn’t.”
Rutledge just snorted.
“Shut up,” Shawn said, trying to keep his hips still—trying to hide from Rutledge how much he was enjoying the sensation of his cock deep inside him. He bit his lip to swallow back his moans. It was really embarrassing: Rutledge’s cock wasn’t even brushing his prostate, but he was loving the incredible fullness and the intoxicating intimacy of having another person—Derek—in him, on him, around him, Derek’s heavy body pressing him down into the mattress, surrounding him…
“You don’t have to go,” Rutledge said into his ear, panting slightly as his hips rocked into him.
“What?” Shawn managed.
“You don’t need to work there.” A deep thrust. “I’ll pay—”
“Don’t even start.”
“You accepted money before,” Rutledge said, hitting his prostate, again and again.
“Don’t.” Shawn balled the sheets in his fists. It was too much. “Too sensitive.” He tried to remember what they were talking about. “You know it was different
before.”
Rutledge’s hips went still, making Shawn whine in frustration.
“How was that different?” Rutledge said in a strange voice.
Shawn blinked dazedly. It was the first time they’d even remotely talked about this thing between them. “I gave you blowjobs because I needed money,” he said quietly. “I fuck you because I want it.”
“It?”
“Because I want you.”
Silence.
Shawn felt himself blush and told himself not to be silly. It wasn’t like he’d said something Rutledge couldn’t guess himself: it was blatantly obvious they wanted each other. But they had never actually said it.
“What?” he said, a bit defensively.
Making a low noise in his throat, Rutledge kissed him again and, changing the angle, set a steady, immensely satisfying rhythm.
“Good?” Rutledge asked hoarsely between his thrusts.
“Yeah.” Shawn couldn’t stop small moans from escaping his lips. “So good.”
His moans grew progressively louder with every thrust, his balls tightening as he approached orgasm.
“Yes, that’s it,” Rutledge said into his ear, kissing it. “Want you.” He pressed wet, hot kisses all over Shawn’s neck, his thrusts losing their rhythm but not losing any of their power.
“Want you,” he said again, his tone different somehow.
A rush of pleasure hit Shawn hard, and he came with a groan, shaking with his entire body. God.
He was only vaguely aware of Rutledge thrusting into him for a while before he finally went still on top of him. Then, to his disappointment and relief, Rutledge pulled out and rolled off him.
Opening his eyes, Shawn turned his head.
Rutledge lay on his back, his eyes wide open. His face was flushed a bit, his chest heaving, but he was far from being relaxed. There was a small frown on his face, his lips pressed into a thin line.
At last, Rutledge got out of the bed, got rid of the condom, and started dressing.
Shawn sat up, eyeing Rutledge’s tense shoulders. “Can you give me a ride to work?”
Rutledge’s hands stilled on the buttons of his shirt.
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