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)
“I wish.”
Christian glanced around and then moved his chair closer. “So what did he make you do?”
“What do you think? Not a hand-job for sure.”
“Holy shit. You sucked him off?”
Shawn nodded curtly.
Christian let out a short laugh. “Wow, I never thought you’d actually flirt with him, much less... So, what was it like? I mean, were you grossed out?” He sipped his coffee.
Shawn was tempted to say yes. It would have made everything simpler. But he couldn’t bring himself to lie.
“No,” Shawn said. “It was okay. Even the first time.”
Christian choked on his coffee and started coughing.
“The first time?” he said when the coughing finally subsided. “You mean you did it more than once? Is he still forcing you to do it for a grade?”
Shawn wondered whether whoring himself out for a grade was better than whoring himself out for money. He wasn’t sure.
“Look…” Shawn ran a hand over his eyes. “I don’t really want to talk about it. Yeah, it’d been going on for a few weeks, but the important thing is, it’s over now. I ended the deal.”
“But did you, you know… did you fuck him?”
“Yeah,” Shawn said, struggling to keep his voice casual. “I fucked him. Well, he fucked me.”
Christian grinned, brown eyes dancing with mischief. “How was he? Any good?”
Smiling crookedly, Shawn shook his head. “Come on, do we have to talk about it?”
“Of course we have to talk about it! You had sex with Rutledge! Rutledge!”
“Hush,” Shawn hissed, glancing around. “I don’t want to talk about it. Nothing to talk about. It didn’t—it didn’t suck, but obviously I’m glad the whole thing is over.”
He felt Christian’s eyes on him, unusually serious and assessing.
Shawn fidgeted under his scrutiny. “What?”
“Then why is he so pissed at you if it’s over?” Christian said, drumming his fingers on the table.
Shawn had an idea why, but it wasn’t something he wanted to think about. “No idea.”
Christian gave him a skeptical look, but didn’t press any further and looked down at his cup. He fell silent, a distant, thoughtful expression on his face.
Shawn eyed his friend. Come to think of it, Christian had been a bit distracted all day. “Something wrong?”
Christian looked up. “Not really. Just…you know Mila?”
“Mila?”
“The girl in Rutledge’s class? Very pretty, curvy, dark hair?”
Shawn shrugged. “It’s a big class. Can’t say I remember her. So what about her?”
“She invited me for a threesome.”
Shawn raised his eyebrows. “And what’s the problem? It’s not like you’ve never done threesomes before.” There was very little Christian hadn’t done, actually. His friend got so many lewd offers sometimes it got silly. The guy didn’t even have to try. If Christian wasn’t so damn likable, all guys would hate him.
“The problem is her boyfriend,” Christian said.
“What about him? You know him?”
Christian hesitated. “Not exactly. But I’ve seen him around. He always picks her up after school.”
Shawn snorted a laugh, finally realizing who his friend was talking about. “The straight guy you’ve been crushing on for ages?”
“Come on, I don’t have a crush on him,” Christian said with a lopsided smile. “I don’t even know his name.”
Shawn gave him a look that said, Please. “Yup, you don’t have a crush on him. You just stare and drool whenever you see him.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
Christian laughed. “Fine. Maybe. Just a tiny one. But come on, who doesn’t? All girls stare at him and drool whenever he comes. The guy is ridiculously good-looking.”
“So what’s the problem?” Shawn said. “Shouldn’t you be happy you’ll get to have sex with him?”
Christian looked at him like he was an idiot. “He’s straight. It’s not going to be that kind of threesome. We’ll just share his girlfriend; that’s all. Maybe I’m wrong, but I got the feeling the threesome is entirely Mila’s idea—she always flirts with me, and I don’t think he even knows I exist. I don’t think the guy is all too happy about her inviting me to join them. I don’t know… I get the impression he’s the possessive type.”
“A tiny crush, yup,” Shawn teased. “Very tiny.”
Christian’s ears turned red. “Oh, shut it. Anyway, that’s the problem: I’m not sure this threesome is a good idea. The guy will probably hate my guts for touching his girl.”
“Then tell her you can’t do it.”
“I already told her I would.” Christian gave him a sheepish look. “Couldn’t resist the chance to see him naked.”
Shawn shook his head. “You’re hopeless, man.”
Christian grinned. “At least I’m not fucking Professor Asshole. Come on, tell me he has a tiny dick! It would make my day!”
Shawn rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “He doesn’t have a tiny dick. And I’m not fucking him anymore. We’re done.”
He lifted his cup and brought it to his lips, avoiding Christian’s eyes. He thought about the way Rutledge had looked at him back in class: angry and so damn intense it made him instantly hard. He thought about how he’d spent half of the class fantasizing about dropping to his knees before Rutledge and sucking his dick, right there, in front of all other students. He thought about his other fantasies: how he wanted to climb into Rutledge’s lap, shut him up with kisses and then get Rutledge’s cock inside of him—