Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
The dark eyes bored into him. “I have no patience for gay freak outs. I couldn’t care less if you delude yourself into thinking that you’re totally straight. But when you’re with me, I don’t want to hear this nonsense.”
Shawn laughed uncertainly. “Don’t you think it’s a bit presumptuous of you to say you know better than me whether I’m straight or gay?”
“Actually, I think you’re bisexual, but it’s neither here nor there. I’m not saying I know better than you what turns you on. But I have eyes. I can easily tell when a guy wants to suck my dick.”
“I don’t want to suck your dick. I suck your dick only because you pay me to do it.”
“Yes, I pay you,” Rutledge said in a low voice. “But it doesn’t mean you don’t like it. You have a bit of an oral fixation, Wyatt. Your mouth is very sensitive. You like having your mouth full. You like being kissed. You like being fucked in the mouth.”
Shawn shivered. “I don’t.”
Rutledge raised his eyebrows. “You continue sucking my dick even after I come.”
His skin growing warm, Shawn averted his gaze. Yeah, he had caught himself doing that a few times, but… “Even if what you say is true, it doesn’t prove anything.” Oral fixation was actually a good explanation why he enjoyed Rutledge’s kisses and why having Rutledge’s dick in his mouth felt kind of…all right.
“You’re right,” Rutledge said. “Liking to suck another man’s dick doesn’t make you gay.”
“Stop mocking me.”
“I’m not mocking you.”
They looked at each other in silence.
Shawn moistened his lips with a swipe of his tongue.
Rutledge lifted his hand and stroked Shawn’s bottom lip with his thumb.
Shawn stayed very still, barely breathing.
Rutledge slowly pushed the thumb into his mouth, gently parting Shawn’s lips, as they continued to stare at each other. Shawn tentatively brushed the tip of his tongue over the thumb and then...
He sucked.
Rutledge inhaled sharply. He began to push and pull his thumb in and out of Shawn’s mouth, all the while looking him in the eye. It made Shawn blush—he was sucking on his professor’s thumb, for fuck’s sake—but god help him, he was loving it, the inside of his mouth tingling. He couldn’t stop sucking. He wanted to keep sucking on it.
He made a small noise when Rutledge removed his thumb.
“Definitely oral fixation,” Rutledge murmured before leaning in and replacing his thumb with his tongue.
Several minutes later, Shawn found himself on the grass, with Rutledge’s heavy body on top of him. He was moaning as he sucked greedily on Rutledge’s tongue, his hands buried in the man’s hair. He couldn’t pretend anymore that he didn’t enjoy this, so he didn’t try to suppress his sighs and moans of pleasure as Rutledge thoroughly fucked his mouth with his tongue.
“You’re noisy,” Rutledge grunted, nipping along Shawn’s jawline and down his neck.
Shawn felt too disoriented to answer and only pulled him back to his lips. He wanted more kisses. He needed more kisses.
Rutledge obliged, kissing him deeply, his hand fumbling between them, doing…something.
Shawn’s eyes widened when he felt Rutledge wrap his hand around both of their cocks. He tensed. He was hard. He was hard.
“Forget about labels, goddammit,” Rutledge said and started stroking them fast, kissing Shawn deeper and dirtier.
Shawn could do nothing but moan. He was too far gone to protest. He wanted to come. Before he could stop himself, he started moving his hips, meeting Rutledge’s strokes, feeling Rutledge’s cock rub against his, and fuck, the mere thought—it was wrong and arousing all at once.
It didn’t take long. They weren’t even kissing now—more like trying to swallow each other, lips and teeth biting and sucking. Shawn rolled a little and hooked one leg up over Rutledge’s, bracing them together. Fire burned through him in a white-hot glow, and he could feel it gathering in his belly, spreading outward in streaks. He felt Rutledge growl, low and rough, shuddering as he came, sticky wet heat pooling between them. A few more strokes and Shawn was coming too, moaning and clawing at Rutledge’s back.
He opened his eyes slowly and found Rutledge already on his feet, zipping his pants up.
Realizing his cock was still out in the open, Shawn quickly tucked himself in and zipped up, his fingers shaking.
He could hear Rutledge walk back to the car. “One of them is awake.”
Shawn got to his feet. “Them?” he said, still unable to think about anything besides the fact that he’d just had sex with a man.
“One of the children,” Rutledge said, getting into the driver’s seat. The way Rutledge said the word “children,” he could as well be talking about aliens. It almost made Shawn smile. Almost.
Shawn walked to the car and took his seat.
Bee was still asleep, but Emily wasn’t. She was sucking on her thumb sleepily, looking between Shawn and Rutledge. “You weren’t here when I woke up.”