Just a Bit Twisted Read Online Alessandra Hazard (Straight Guys #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Drama, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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Rutledge didn’t say anything.

Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted.

“He’s your dad,” Shawn said.

Rutledge stubbed the cigarette out. “I didn’t bring you here so that you can lecture me about the importance of family.” His voice was clipped. Irritated.

“No. You brought me here to annoy your dad and prove your point. Don’t you think it’s petty and nasty?”

“He’s no victim. Dying doesn’t make him less of a piece of shit.”

“It doesn’t,” Shawn agreed.

“And you know nothing about our relationship.”

“You’re right: I know nothing. We’ve already established I’m just a dumb pretty boy.”

Rutledge turned to him. Shawn could feel the heat of his glare even in the dark.

“You’re incredibly annoying,” Rutledge said before yanking Shawn to him and crushing their lips together.

Several minutes later, Shawn opened his eyes and said, “This is annoying, too. You’re using my oral fixation thing against me.”

Rutledge kissed him again, and everything went dizzy, hot, and overwhelming.

Some unidentifiable time later, Shawn opened his eyes again and found himself lying in bed. Naked. And Rutledge was licking his nipple.

“We aren’t having sex,” Shawn said.

“Of course we aren’t,” Rutledge agreed. He was naked, too.

Shawn’s dazed gaze skimmed over his broad shoulders, densely muscled chest, and taut stomach, before lingering on his hard red cock. He felt his mouth water.

“No, seriously,” Shawn tried again but bit his lip when Rutledge wrapped a hand around his erection. God. “We aren’t having sex.”

Rutledge stroked Shawn’s cock a few times before letting go and spreading Shawn’s thighs.

Shawn tensed.

Rutledge stroked his inner thighs, his hands strong, and big, and so good—

“Don’t even think about it,” Shawn managed.

“Just lie back and enjoy, Wyatt.”

Shawn laughed. “Right. Like I don’t know what you really want. You want to stick your dick in me.”

Rutledge’s eyes seemed black as they met his. “I do want to ‘stick my dick’ in you. Before the night is over, you’ll want me to stick my dick in you, too.”

Shawn snorted, looking at Rutledge’s thick cock. “There’s no way in hell I’ll let that thing anywhere near my ass.”

“We’ll see.” Rutledge’s finger pressed firmly against the spot behind Shawn’s balls, making Shawn gasp. “I think you will. And you’ll look good on my cock.”

Shawn flushed. “Fuck you. You’re such an asshole. Bossy and—”

“Stop pretending you don’t like it.” Rutledge’s big hands stroked Shawn’s thighs again. “You like having someone in charge of you. You like to not have to be responsible for once and to just let go.”

Shawn opened his mouth to protest but he couldn’t deny it. His dick seemed to like Rutledge’s bossiness a whole lot. “It doesn’t mean I want your dick in my ass. I’m not even sure how that’s supposed to feel good. There’s no way it’ll fit.”

“It’ll fit, don’t worry.” Rutledge’s eyes looked dazed with lust as they roamed over Shawn’s naked body. “I must fuck you. The sooner, the better.”

Shawn licked his lips. “I don’t think—”

“Turn onto your stomach,” Rutledge said.

“I—”

“Turn onto your stomach,” Rutledge said again, in the tone of voice he used in classroom.

Shawn’s cock twitched. He rolled over, closed his eyes and told himself he could stop Rutledge any moment if things got too weird. He would.

Hands kneaded and stroked his ass before something wet and soft touched his buttock.

Shawn tensed. “Wait—”

“Relax, you’ll like it. All straight boys like it.” Rutledge chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, it won’t make you gay.”

Shawn found himself blushing. “Um, I had a shower, and I’m clean, but—”

“You have a beautiful ass.” Rutledge bit his buttock. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for ages.”

Rutledge’s lips closed down around his wrinkled opening and sucked, and Shawn’s brain gave up the battle.

Rutledge’s tongue pressed forward, tracing around his hole before giving it a long lick, and Shawn moaned, his thighs spreading wider of their own volition. Christ, nothing should feel this good.

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, pointing and 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.”


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