Page 28 of Kiss-Fist
It rumbles through my chest and exits out of my gaping lips.
It’s disgusting. And so embarrassing. I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe I’m behaving this way. But then again, I can’t seem to help myself when I’m with him.
His hand stops, settling right between my thighs, and his eyes flick up to meet mine. His tongue peeks out, wetting his plump lips, and I let out a small breath.
It’s like time has stopped, and neither of us knows what to do. He should keep checking for injuries, but he doesn’t move. Not a muscle. And trust me, I can see each one in that tight shirt.
And then it all happens so fast. I don’t know who moves first, don’t know who leans forward, but suddenly, our lips are on each other’s, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I can feel his groans as he yanks me closer to the edge of thedesk. My legs wrap around his waist, holding him against me.
His hands slide into my hair, and he tugs on the strands as he slants his mouth over mine and eats my mouth.
He tastes delicious, like sex and sweat. And ohgod, I’m kissing a hearing man. I didn’t even know he wasn’t straight. I shouldn’t be surprised though. I’m the worst at making assumptions. I do it all the time, and ninety-nine percent of the time, I’m wrong.
And right now, I wassofucking wrong.
I hold on tighter, not letting go. My fingers dig into the back of his neck, and I thrust my hips up against his groin, feeling his hard cock slide against mine.
His groans are deeper now, louder, I’m sure. I feel them continue to vibrate against me, against my palm that sits against his neck.
He leans forward, and I fall back slightly as he nearly crawls up the desk on top of me.
Never have I ever been fucked against a desk.
Come to think of it, I’ve never doneanythingagainst a desk before. And I’m a professor. You’d think this would have been a thing. Now here I am, letting Thom ravish me against one.
I’ve turned into a despicable slut of a man.
And truth be told, I love it. I want this to be my new profession.
Screw being a professor.
I want to be Thom’s slut.
He’s rutting against me now, and I’m giving it right back,our tongues tangling, our teeth clashing as we kiss for a desperately long time.
And then suddenly, the lights flicker back on, and Thom pulls away, his eyes blinking open as he stares down at me.
Time freezes. Everything is so bright. Soilluminated.
On his lips forms a simple word. One I know all too well.
“Fuck.”
‘…and then I left.’
Rhett stares at me, blinking, but he doesn’t look surprised because of course he doesn’t. No one who knows me at all would have assumed I’d do anything besides run like a coward. I don’t want to say I am one, because I’m not.
I took on a career that most people in my position would have never dared. A Deaf professor teaching classics and history at a hearing college? Not only do I have to deal with new students who have no idea how to communicate with me, but I also have to deal with at least six helicopter parents a year who think I have no business in a classroom.
And it takes bravery to stand up and face down wrinkled-faced board members who still think this little “experiment,” as they still call it, is a mistake.
But facing down Thom after breaking every single one of my own rules? Yeah, no. Nope.
The fact that I’m telling Rhett the humiliating truth is bad enough, but he caught me brooding over Thom’sdisgusting protein shake. What else could I do? I really had no choice.
He sighs, walks over to the door, and flicks the lock so no student can interrupt, then sinks into the chair across from me. His face is unreadable, which is very unusual for him. ASL is his primary language, especially now that he and Mellie are living together, and usually, I can get a read of what he’s thinking from his facial expressions alone.
But today, he’s a blank slate, and nothing has ever been more annoying.
