Page 27 of Kiss-Fist
I nod and slip the package into the pocket of my sweater, feeling slightly deflated.
‘Thank you.’
He beams, like he just did something nice, but in reality, I feel a little…bothered. I have no right to feel like this, I realize that. And really, he’s all wrong for me, out of my league, and most likely not even into men. So I have no reason or right to pout over this.
Suddenly, something shakes the building slightly, and I turn to Thom, and he shrugs. ‘Strom.’
He spells it wrong, but I get what he means. Must have been thunder. I saw the lightning on the way in but paid it no mind. We get storms often here, being this close to the ocean. It’s nothing to balk over.
Just another day in the Pacific Northwest.
‘Come on,’ he signs with a wave of his hand. ‘Workout time.’
Oh fuck.
I think I’d rather get struck by lightning. It would be less painful.
The lights flicker on and off during our entire workout, which is ominous. It doesn’t help the way Thom seems to move closer and closer each time the electricity flickers back on, like a wild dream. A good dream.
The sexiest dream. Where I fall asleep for a few seconds and wake up to a sex god looming over me.
His hands seem to touch me far more than he usually does this session, which is often. His fingers graze over me,allthe fucking time. And I swear to god, he’s looking at my lips like he wants to kiss them.
I must be hallucinating. It must be the dopamine or maybe the serotonin. Or whatever other chemical my body is producing while I work out. It’s making me lose it. I should leave, but I told myself I wouldn’t go running off again.
I’d be brave and stay.
The lights flicker off and on, and Thom is right there, closer. Those dilated pupils, those wet lips.
Ohfuck.
The weight in my hand slips and falls to the ground. I move to catch it, not wanting to hurt myself, but I end up tripping over the other one lying behind me. It’s a mess, my limbs moving to and fro frantically trying to keep myself upright, and it’s all for naught.
I end up flat on my ass.
I stare up at Thom, and he blinks down at me in surprise. I’m not usually this clumsy, so falling over? In front of him? I ammortified.
His lips twitch, and he moves to sign something, but before he can, the lights go out and don’t turn back on.
It’s a moment of chaos as people start realizing the power is absolutely out. They move around us, trying to leave. As everyone heads toward the door, I feel Thom’s strong arms slide around me, lifting me up. My chest drags against his, and ohgod, he absolutely feels my hard cock now. There’s no way he misses it.
But as soon as I’m on my feet, my ankle twinges, and I make a sound. I may be Deaf, but I know he hears it. He freezes, and even in the dark, I can tell he’s worried.
I should reassure him I’m fine, should write on my phone that I just need help to my car, but before I can do any of that, I’m in his arms like some kind of damsel in distress, and he’s striding across the gym. He carries me like I weigh nothing. This is terrible.
It’s really, really bad…
…for my dick.
It’s getting all sorts of ideas, like him lifting me up against the wall and stuffing his cock inside of me. Rutting in and out of me as he holds me off the floor.
Oh god. Yes,please.
He moves down the hallway, the one where his office is, pushes the door open, and sets me down on his desk. Moving away from me, he rummages around in his drawers before returning with a flashlight and flicks it on. I blink at the sudden brightness, the light painful for a second.
Then his hand is trailing down my leg, his fingers pressing into my sore muscles. I try to hold it in, I really do, but I can’t help myself.
I moan.
