Chapter 7 #2
My eyes are half-open, my vision a foggy mess of unshed tears as I watch him suck me off.
But as much as I want to sink into the darkness and get lost in the pleasure of it all, I don’t.
I can’t. I need to remember every second of his face in case he disappears into the shadows again, and this time, I lose him for good.
My fingers tighten on the metal behind me, my knuckles aching. I want to touch him so badly, but without his permission, I won’t.
But my resolve is quickly tested again when one of his fingers finds its way into my crack. He swirls around my hole, and my hips buck forward. My breath comes out in a heavy gasp when I realize I’m fully fucking his face now.
I’m entirely unable to stop myself, and when he presses just the tip inside, my orgasm barrels through me. I try to pull away, but he holds on to me tighter, letting me fuck his mouth as I fill his throat with my release.
He swallows after each pulse of my dick, his eyes still locked on mine like he’s drinking in my expression along with each rope of cum, and he shivers almost like he’s feeling the same pleasure I am.
My orgasm seems to go on forever, but when my dick finally starts to still, my muscles suddenly feel like they’re going to give out on me.
I sag against the shelves, which wobble, and I’m terrified that all this movement loosened a bunch of screws, and it’s going to come tumbling down on both of us.
I glance at Arhe, who’s watching me carefully, his face still close to my limp dick.
His cheeks are flushed, and his pupils are still huge, but his breath isn’t coming in such heaving gasps anymore.
Some of my cum is still lingering on his bottom lip, and he swipes it with his thumb and sucks it off, his gaze traveling down to my flushed chest, then back up to my eyes for the briefest second before they lock on my lips.
He looks positively fucked out of his mind.
Like he’s high off me.
His hands leave my ass and twist my panties around my thighs, and with a flick of his wrist, he tears the seam in half and crushes them in his palm. My thighs sting from the impact of the elastic, and thin red welts rise across my skin.
Arhe looks at the mark he left, then leans in and runs his tongue over the burning skin before pushing himself to his feet. He braces one hand beside my head against the wobbling shelf, then holds the torn fabric up to his nose and inhales it.
Fuck. It’s filthy. It’s erotic. And it makes my dick give a brave, valiant attempt to get hard again, though my body is far too spent to go that quickly. But god, if I could, I would pin him to the wall and rub our cocks together until he decorated my thighs with his own cum.
His lashes flutter, and then he sticks the panties into his back pocket, and his lips fall into something soft.
Not quite a smile, but maybe an almost. After a beat, his gaze moves down to my half-hard, still-wet cock, and then he traces his eyes up my torso so slowly, it’s almost like a physical touch.
‘Delicious,’ he tells me with one hand the moment our eyes meet again.
I let out a weak moan at that. I don’t know what to say. No one has ever done this to me before. I don’t know how I’m supposed to react or what I’m supposed to say.
Maybe I should offer to suck his cock. I know he’s hard.
I can see the bulge in his jeans. But before I can lift my hands, he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of my lips.
The kiss lingers, chaste but possessive in its own way.
He sucks in another lungful of air, and I feel the vibrations of a hum, but I don’t get the chance to reciprocate.
Between one breath and the next, he turns on his heel and marches out the door, not looking behind as he goes.
What…the fuck?
No, really. What the absolute fuck?
The fact that Arhe didn’t let me get him off in that supply closet last night and left me with my shorts around my ankles has made something inside of me snap. Yes, this time he got me off, and yes, it felt amazing, but the fact remains: the man is making this a goddamn habit.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. I’m pretty sure I taught the worst classes of my entire career because every time there was a lull in the lesson, I kept drifting back to that tiny room, feeling the ghost of Arhe’s lips around my cock.
And that is not where my head should be in a room full of students.
I finish up my final class for the day, stuffing my things in my satchel, when I see Robbie—a fellow Deaf professor—standing in the doorway. His gaze flicks from me to the students, who are still packing up, then back to me, and he gives me a small nod.
I smile and wave him inside in spite of the fact that I’m not really in the mood for a chat. But most of the teachers—especially the Deaf ones—like to gossip, and normally, I’m one of them, so it’ll look weird if I rush out.
And then he’ll have questions I don’t want to answer.
Robbie takes his time walking in, greeting a few of the lingering students, who stutter and stumble as they attempt to respond to him in ASL, and after a moment, he takes pity on them and dismisses them as he steps up to my desk.
He cocks his hip up against the edge and offers me a small grin. ‘Want to get something to eat? Mellie’s food truck here today?’ I must make a face because he arches an eyebrow at me. ‘You not hungry?’
I shake my head. Truth is, I am hungry, but I have plans. Stalking plans.
Well, I’m going to attempt to do a little stalking. I’m not really sure where Arhe is at this very moment, but I’m going to try like hell to find out. I’m done letting him get away with leaving me with my pants down as he disappears into the shadows.
I really am fine with a quick fuck, but there needs to be boundaries, damn it. Like not leaving me with my dick out. And unless he has a damn good reason why not, next time, I get to touch him. Because I very much want there to be a next time.
I can’t help myself. I’m weak.
Robbie wrinkles his nose when I don’t give him a proper answer. ‘I think you need to eat. You’re not yourself.’
‘Fuck food,’ I say, and Robbie’s eyes twinkle as he tries not to smile.
I glance around and see that a few students caught me lifting my middle finger and are trying like hell to pretend they didn’t see it.
‘Come on,’ he urges. ‘Unless you have a meeting.’
I shake my head. ‘You’re just lonely because Thom isn’t here. I know I’m second choice.’
He rolls his eyes. ‘So what? You still need food, and I want company.’
I sigh and then nod, knowing I probably should eat something. I’m going to need sustenance before going on my unhinged mission. Then I can be focused solely on Arhe and not my stomach.
I throw the satchel over my shoulder and follow Robbie out of the classroom, locking it behind me and following him across campus toward the Deaf Chef food truck.
When we approach, I immediately spot Rhett, Robbie’s in-class interpreter and Mellie’s boyfriend.
He’s standing beside the little table full of hand-packed jars of honey, talking to one of the students.
They’re mostly facing away from me, so I can’t make out what they’re saying, but I don’t really care. I have too much on my mind right now.
Mellie waves through the window, snagging my attention. ‘Hungry?’
I shrug and eye his menu. My gaze catches on the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Terrible for me, but tastes so good. ‘Number four with fruit.’
Robbie orders in my periphery as Rhett finishes off peddling Mellie’s brother’s honey and jerks his head over, beckoning me close. ‘You look tired,’ he tells me.
Ah, Deaf blunt. ‘Haven’t been sleeping much.’
‘He has a new boyfriend,’ Robbie signs as he slips up beside me.
Rhett’s brows fly up. ‘True-biz?’
‘No—’
‘Yes,’ Robbie corrects. ‘I know that look. I had that look when I first met Thom. Is he hearing?’
I let out a heavy sigh, allowing them to both see it on my face in the way my shoulders sag. ‘No boyfriend.’
That’s not a lie. Arhe is not my boyfriend. He’s not my…well, anything. He’s a guy who left me practically bare-assed and horny as fuck in a graveyard, then made up for it a thousand times over in the supply closet after my show before leaving me again.
But I don’t really know how to explain that to either of them.
I don’t know that I want to.
‘He’s keeping secrets,’ Rhett says. ‘Look-look. His face.’
I flip them both off and turn my back, and since I’m not wearing my cochlear implants, I can shut them out properly. I see Mellie laughing as he boxes up my grilled PB and J, and he passes it through the window.
‘You can tell me. I’m a vault of secrets.’
‘You’re a liar,’ I tell him as I take my food. Mellie’s a terrible gossip, even by Deaf community standards. ‘If I say anything, everyone will know before noon tomorrow.’
He pouts, but I don’t give in. I’ll tell them when I have something to tell. If I ever have something besides getting fucked rotten by a stranger whose last name I don’t know.
Turning back to Robbie and Rhett, who are having a very enthusiastic conversation about the final bits of rebuilding after the gym fire, I wave at them to get their attention, making a noise since Rhett will hear me.
He does, and he jerks his chin toward me so Robbie will notice.
‘I’m leaving.’ Robbie raises his hands in protest, but I shake my head. ‘Important. See you later.’
Very unlike me, of course, to leave without a long goodbye, but I have things to do. A man to stalk, answers to demand, and maybe an orgasm to get—and give.
And I’m not going to stop until I get exactly what I want.