The Tutor, Chapter 4
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Rating, summary, disclaimer, and pairing the same.
Author's Note: The dinner. I don't know why, but I was excited to write this part because I could picture them dressed to the nines in my head and I lost it. So enjoy.
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I was still stuck to the wall after Rude left for a couple minutes. He had this way of doing just enough to drive me crazy, but then leave me hanging and wondering what he'd do next. And then how he oh-so-sexily slipped in that invitation to dinner? Hot damn. Just a week had passed, but I was starting to get hooked on him. Not just the sex either (I mean the sex was fuckin' divine, don't get me wrong), but I wanted to know more about this Mr. Chocolate God that had fucked my entire life up in the best way possible. I was quite intrigued...

(The next afternoon...)

"You act like you've never been on a date, Ren," Az laughed over the phone.
"It's been like a damn year since I've been on one," I replied, looking through the shirt rack. "You remember that bullshit."
"Oh yes, I remember dear Kent. Kent Bristle, to this day, is the only man that fucked you over and got away with it."
"Only because he bailed the damn country. For real though, do I look like the type of guy to play secret gay boy-toy to some rich married CEO? I don't give a shit how good the money is, I'm not helping nobody live a damn lie."
Long story short, Kent was an older guy I dated for a few months. We met in a bar, kinda hit it off, and then his wife called the restaurant (the same one he always took her to) looking for him while we were having dinner one night. My $60 lobster was all over his $750 suit jacket and I gave him a black eye for free. Would've been two but the maitre'd and some patrons jumped in. Never heard or saw him again after that because apparently, he went to France to work at one of his company's many branches. I swore off dates after that incident.
"Let's change the subject. We're thinking positive here."
"I'm thinking broke after lookin' at these tags," I scoffed, passing by $200 jeans.
"Did he tell you what kind of restaurant y'all were going to?"
"Nah. I just figure a polo and khakis should do, right?"
"At a golf club or lunch at the nursing home, yes. Do better."
"Button-down white shirt and black slacks?" I headed to the clearance rack.
"Much better."
After some digging, I was lucky enough to find the last white button-down in my size for $30 plus the slacks for $45. They were a little tight, but they fit.
"You nervous?" Az asked.
"A little," I said as the cashier handed me the bag and receipt. "Like the chemistry is so crazy, I'm still trying to figure out how to not act like a horny teenage girl when we're in the same room sitting next to each other."
"And he's gonna be sitting across a table from you...dressed in his Sunday best from head to toe...cologne smelling good, clean shaven...dreads swinging -"
"Seriously, stop," I cut him off. "I almost walked through the crosswalk into traffic."
"Can't have you breaking a leg before you even go on your first date," Az laughed again. "How un-sexy would it be if you had to go in a wheelchair? Or eat dinner with him in a hospital gurney?"
"You know what Az? I hate you. So so much."

"Yo," I knocked on Axel's door.
"What's up?" he opened it.
"I need a watch."
"Oh yeah, your date is tonight right? Well let's see what we have."
I walked with him to his closet and he opened his jewelry drawer.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Nothing too flashy. Just something black, silver, or gold."
He handed me a silver Rolex. I raised a brow.
"Where the hell did you get the money for this?" I asked as I put it on. A perfect fit.
"Don't worry about my pockets, bro," he laughed. "And who taught you how to iron pants? Take 'em off."
"I swear you act just like Mom some days..."
"If I didn't, God only knows where you would be," he took out his tabletop ironing board and iron. "Can't cook, can't clean, can't iron. What kind of housewife are you gonna be? Rude will have you out on your ass in a week."
"Who said I was gonna be anybody's housewife?" I asked indignantly (though I did smirk at the image of me in an apron with a duster kissing Rude on the cheek as he came in from a long day at work). "I'm just having an early-life crisis trying to figure out what I wanna do."
"You'll figure it out," Axel handed me perfectly creased slacks. "Now hurry up and get ready, it's almost 7:30."

It was 8 on the dot and I had just finished cleaning my shoes when the doorbell rang. I heard Axel open the door and greet him.
"I'll be down in a second!" I yelled. I checked myself out in the mirror one more time. Creased white shirt (also courtesy of Axel), Rolex, black slacks with a black belt, perfectly shined dress shoes, hair straight and flowing, diamond studs in my ears, and flawless teeth. I was ready.
I walked downstairs and I was not mentally prepared for the sight. Rude wore a white button-down with a black silk tie, slacks, and dress shoes. A black watch was on his wrist, small studs in his ears, and his locs had been braided back. God damn.
"Have fun you two," Axel said, smirking at me as he walked back to his room.
"Ready?" Rude asked.
"Yeah, let's go."

"You clean up nice, kid," Rude looked me over as we got in his truck.
"You're not too shabby-looking yourself."
A whiff of his cologne mixed with aftershave hit me and I licked my lips.
"You like seafood?"
"I like food period."
He laughed.
"Then you should love this place."

He parked and we got out at this place called Legs. I'm dead serious, the place was called Legs.
"You sure this isn't a strip joint?" I asked as we walked to the door. He laughed.
"Give me some credit. Strip clubs are more of a fourth or fifth date thing. The owner loves crab legs so he decided to call it Legs."
Rude opened the door and let me walk in first, and we waited for the hostess to greet us.
"Hi, welcome to - oh hey, sugar," the hostess said. "You reserved a table right?"
"Yeah, on the patio."
"Pick any table you like. A waiter will be with you in a few."
"'Sugar'?" I asked, raising a brow.
"I'm a regular. Plus she's a family friend."
Rude pulled out my seat so I could sit down and sat across from me.
"I have never had a guy open a door or pull out a chair for me," I said. "Is that more of that southern boy charm?"
"Absolutely. You've been dating the wrong kind of guys then. My mama raised me like a gentleman."
"Hey Rude, who's your date?" the waiter suddenly appeared. "He's cute."
"Reno, this is Cloud. Cloud, Reno."
Cloud was a blue-eyed pretty boy. Kinda slim, kinda muscular, long blonde hair. If you looked up "twink" in a gay dictionary, you'd see his picture.
"Nice to meet you," I nodded.
"Pleasure's mine," he handed us both menus. "What can I get you two to drink?"
"Jack with one ice cube," Rude said.
"Rum and coke for me."
"Be right back," Cloud walked away, giving me a subtle wink.
"He's a flirt, isn't he?" I glanced at Rude before looking at the menu.
"Gotta get your tips somehow. You'd be surprised how much that kid can make in a night."
"What do you recommend I should order, Mr. Regular?"
"Everything is good," he set his menu down as Cloud came back with our drinks. "I'll have my usual Frogmore stew."
"I'll try the seafood combo platter," I handed him my menu.
"Should be out in about 20 minutes. Be back in a bit," Cloud took Rude's menu and left.
"What the hell is Frogmore stew?" I looked at Rude.
"It doesn't have frogs in it, for one," he laughed. "It's a coastal Carolina-Georgia-Louisiana thing. Crab legs, corn on the cob, shrimp, whole potatoes, and sausage."
"Sounds good as shit."
"It is. This place makes it pretty well, but the best pot is homemade."
"So my little southern boy," I sipped my drink, "what brought you all the way to Cali?"
"Job opportunities," he sipped his own. "I love SC, but there was more for me over here than there."
"Is your mom still there?"
"Yeah, and my little sister. They come out once a month to see me and some other family we have here."
"You seem like the big brother type," I grinned. "I see where you and Axel found some common ground."
"I didn't find out about you until a couple weeks ago though. He should've told me sooner."
"I said the same thing," I said as Cloud came back with our food and fresh drinks. "You don't need a cracker?"
"That's what your hands and teeth are for," he rolled up his sleeves, picked up a crab leg, snapped it in half, and sucked the meat out. And no, the sucking innuendo was not lost on me.
The rest of dinner was just like that: talking, leg cracking, and sucking. He even fed me a couple shrimp and potatoes. It was the start of a great night, but I couldn't help but think about dessert...

"Dinner was great," I finished my third drink. "Can't remember the last time I had good food and great company."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he slid some money into the check book and handed it to Cloud. "I did too."
I lit a Black & Mild and took a drag, exhaling as I looked at the water beside us. "Nice view, isn't it?"
"Which one?" he asked with a little smirk. Thankfully it was too dark for him to see me blush.
"If I'm not mistaken, I believe I was offered a couple servings of dessert..."
"You heard me right," I looked at him as I took another drag. "Still got room for it, right?"
"You don't even have to ask. I'm gonna take my time and savor every damn inch of you. I'll make sure I don't leave a drop."
I dropped my fucking filter again. God damn, god damn.

The ride to Rude's place seemed unbearably long, like we were catching every red light and shit. My clothes felt tighter and I started to sweat a little bit. Neither of us spoke, but then again, words couldn't possibly express what we were thinking. Not me, anyway. And I had the feeling I would soon be at a loss for 'em.
Rude parked in the garage and we got out. He unlocked the door, and barely a second after he closed it, I was pinned against the wall and he devoured my lips in a long rough kiss.
"I've been wanting a taste of you since yesterday," he murmured as he pulled me in by my waist. "Seeing you wet in that towel had me hard as fuck..."
"You weren't the only one turned on..." I kissed him again.
"Get that ass upstairs."

In a matter of minutes, we were both naked and on his bed. Kissing, scratching, touching, squeezing, all that shit. I started to get drunk off those rough kisses, but I couldn't help but fall in a little deeper. He started to grind his hips against me as he kissed from my ear to my collar bone. I couldn't stop moaning and scratching down his back.
"Turn over," he whispered.
I did, and he pulled my hips up. I gasped once he started to kiss and lick from my hips on down. Shivers started going down my spine and I clenched the sheets. One of his hands wrapped around my dick in a loose grip. My hips started moving on their own.
Without warning, he pushed his way inside. Before I could jerk forward, Rude grabbed my hips to keep me from moving.
"Now throw that shit back, baby," he said lowly. If it was a show he wanted, a show is what he was gonna get.
I started slow to tease him, working my hips in small circles on him. I could hear him curse under his breath. I gradually bounced a little faster, groaning and moaning into the pillow. Then he pulled me up by my hair and started to thrust, pulling me close enough to kiss my neck again.
"Fuck, babe," I hissed, eyes rolling back. "Harder..."
Rude obliged and my body started to spasm.
"I can't get enough of you," he rasped in my ear before turning my head towards him for a kiss. "I'm gonna -"
We came at the same time...and in no time, he was ready to go again. It happened over and over, and I didn't wanna stop. I didn't know where his body ended and mine began. I don't even remember falling asleep, but I remembered each kiss...each thrust...every damn moan and groan...

When I finally did wake up, the clock read 10:15. This time, Rude was still in bed with me, an arm slung over my waist.
"You awake?" he asked gently.
"Yeah...you don't have to work today?"
"Nah...got class today?"
"Nah."
"Then take your ass back to sleep," he pulled me closer.
I grinned, and did just that.

'Til next time.
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