Page 17 of Kiss-Fist (Deaf Hearts #1)

Well, I can do that. I know exactly what I want from him.

‘Come here.’ I point to my face, and he cocks his head.

‘Turn around. Sit on my face.’

Thom’s cheeks redden, and he hesitates. I’m not sure if he understood me correctly. Sitting up, I grab onto his hips, turning him around so he’s facing away from me and guiding that bubble butt right onto my face.

His thighs flex as he holds himself over me, but I want more. I want to suffocate on him. I tug him onto me, my nose stuffed into his crack, my fingers spreading him wide open.

I can feel the groan he makes as I lick up his ass.

He bucks forward and then relaxes back against me as I continue to tongue him. I start off slow, wanting to savor this. I’ve always loved eating ass, and Thom has a fucking nice one.

I’ve dreamed of doing this.

My tongue drags up and down his crack, the tip of it swirling around his rim over and over but not entering. Not yet. I’m going to draw it out.

Thom is shaking slightly, his fingers clutching my legs as he tries to stay stationary. But I want him to lose control. I want him to be wild with lust.

I push my tongue into him, just an inch, to test out how well he takes it. As I do, his back arches up, sitting further on me. I groan as I pull out and then push back in, tasting him, stretching him.

He’s writhing now, fucking his ass back onto my face, and I imagine it . Him on top of me, riding me. That tight ass working so hard to get me off.

The thought of it has me hard again, and I feel Thom’s wet mouth engulf my cock once more.

It’s almost too much, too sensitive.

I eat him out faster, harder, thrusting my tongue into him. Deep, rough. Thom sucks me deeper. I push into him farther, adding my thumb into the mix, stretching him and licking inside that tight, slutty hole.

Thom is shaking now, his free hand fisting his cock as he works himself closer and closer to the edge. And I’m on the precipice as well.

Shit, why is it so good?

Why the fuck does it have to be him?

I feel warm cum hit my stomach as Thom’s rim contracts around my tongue. It’s enough of a push to have my cock pulsing. I come on a shout, my mouth still on his ass, my tongue still writhing halfway inside of him, not quite ready to let him go.

When I finally come down from the high of it, I press a soft kiss to his sexy ass cheek. That perfect peach.

Thom shudders and turns around, straddling me.

His cheeks are flushed, his chest heaving. He looks tousled and completely wrecked, and I feel fucking proud that I did that.

Me , I think. I’m the one who messed you all up.

‘That was good,’ he tells me, his hands trembling slightly.

I manage a small smile as he reaches down and brushes the wetness from my chin. His eyelids grow hooded as he drags his gaze down my chest to the mess he made on my stomach.

‘You look good.’

‘Same,’ I reply.

His eyes meet mine, and he runs his hands up my chest, toying with my nipples for a minute before he leans down and kisses me. I shouldn’t like this. My mouth was on his ass for ages, but for some reason, I break all the rules when it comes to this man.

All. The. Fucking. Rules.

When he pulls away, he doesn’t get up. He just nestles against my side, pressing his face against my chest.

What the hell? I wasn’t expecting this.

I don’t move though. I just hold him for a while, feeling him breathe, those warm puffs of air hitting my oversensitive skin. I’m content. Happy even .

What a weird fucking feeling.

When Thom finally does move, it’s to grab his phone. He holds it awkwardly as he types out a quick note.

Thom: I dnt hav chnc throw you round room.

I huff a laugh and sign that it’s fine, but he quickly types out another note.

Thom: Giv me five mor mins. Can go agn.

The thought of doing that again makes me hot all over. Yeah, I could totally do it. I’ve found out I have a hidden superpower.

A sex one.

Call me SexyMan.

We cuddle for a few more minutes until suddenly, Thom sits up, and I see his thick cock hard and straining up from his body. I reach out and grab onto it, stroking it slowly. I see his chest heave and his cheeks flush. He arches into each downward stroke until we’re in a seamless rhythm.

I don’t know what the plan is, but it feels good to just have my hands on him.

He’s gorgeous. Everything about him is so hot, and I have no idea what he sees in me.

I’m a little in shape, mostly from walking around campus and standing all day, but I don’t have the definition he does.

I’m gangly and a little too thin, but he seems to like what he sees because he’s hard. He’s into it.

Into me.

His hands move up to his nipples, and he pinches them .

I watch, entranced, until I can’t take it anymore.

Sitting up, I continue to stroke as I bite down on a puckered tip, making him groan.

His hand moves into my hair, holding me against his pec as I lick and suck before moving to the next one and repeating it all over again.

Touching him like this is addicting. I could spend weeks just exploring him, figuring out what he likes. Mapping out the ridges of his body.

He pulls my head back roughly, and I see those dark, dilated pupils. His mouth falls on mine again, and our tongues tangle. It’s slow and erotic, my entire body on fire, but we drag it out, making it last.

I don’t ever want this to end.

His lips fall from mine, and he slides my hand up to his lips and sucks a finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue across my knuckles. It’s sloppy and wet, like he’s sucking my dick all over again.

A groan escapes my chest as I continue to touch him, and as he sucks, he pulls my cock up against his, and the two of us stroke our hard lengths together. The way he’s sucking on my finger makes me no longer want to chop them off. I’m glad they went against all reason and sent him those messages.

Nothing feels better than lying here on my couch, frotting with him.

After a short forever, he pulls his mouth away from my wet finger and brings it back to his ass.

It slips inside easily, and his mouth falls open as I lean forward and suck on his neck, letting him take over getting us off.

He grips both of us together in the palm of one hand, and his strokes are strong and firm.

I’m so fucking close. I can feel the sensation building along the base of my spine.

But as much as I want this to go on forever, I don’t let up. Pushing my finger as far into his ass as I can, I mark him with my teeth as I do. The need to come is growing stronger, and it’s only another few strokes of his talented, gorgeous hands before I know I can’t hold on anymore.

And I have a feeling neither can he with the way his dick is pulsing and kicking against mine. I feel him shudder and groan.

And then we come. It’s absolutely earth-shattering. I’m shaking so hard my teeth break his skin, and his rim grips my finger as our cum spills over our cocks. For a moment, it feels like it’ll never stop, and then the sensation starts to ease, and he falls against my shoulder, breathing heavily.

My finger slips from his ass, and I hold him to me, letting the mess we made slide across our sweaty skin.

We don’t pull apart for ages, and I think maybe this can last forever.

Then his head lifts up, and his gaze meets mine. ‘Shower?’ he spells.

It’s an easy yes.

Taking his hand, I let him haul me up off the couch, but instead of walking away, he tugs me close and kisses me again. This time, it’s soft, tender, sweet. It’s a kiss that I have no business giving or taking because this? Between us? It can’t be anything more than a hookup.

And yet, I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to pull away. I just want more.

We eventually make it to the bathroom, and I start the water. He steps inside first, then pulls me under the spray. My muscles thank me for the heat, and it’s too easy to lean against him and just bask. We wash in silence, our hands stroking across our bare skin as we clean one another.

We don’t need words for this. We don’t need language. We just feel. Explore.

I like it far more than I have any right to.

It’s a-fucking-lot, which means it’s far too much.

Me: So what did the policeman emoji mean?

Thom: Tiket for speding

I laugh out loud at that and then shake my head. After our shower, neither one of us bothered getting dressed. I just led him to my bed and draped my legs over his. He’s lounging back against the headboard, one hand behind his head, the other holding his cock.

It’s really distracting, but we have time for more. The day’s not done yet.

And it seems I’m not through with him.

Me: And the toilet paper?

Thom: Mistak .

I laugh, and he grins at me, looking so fucking delicious. So I sign that to him, and he blushes.

‘Same.’

I find myself staring at his lips, and I want to lean forward and kiss him, but I don’t get the chance. He stuns me with his next sentence.

‘I’m learning sign. Taking a class. I’m going to get better.’

My eyebrows rise. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah. Next week it starts.’

My heart thuds in my chest, and I feel something unfurl inside of me. Shit. Is he doing this for me? I like it more than I should. I shouldn’t be encouraging this at all.

‘Why?’

He meets my gaze and holds it. ‘For you. Want to talk to you. Real talk. Long talk. Want to know you.’

My head is spinning. I want to ask why again—why me. How could he possibly want more than this? But I don’t. Instead, I just ask, ‘Where?’

‘Community college near my house.’

I watch as he types something out on his phone browser, and my eyes widen when he shows me the website. That’s my college. He’s going to be on campus with me. Did he do this on purpose?

Probably not, considering my community college is the only one in the area within reasonable driving distance. Oh hell. This is very bad. I won’t be able to keep it together around him.

‘That okay?’

I want to tell him no, but I can’t. He looks so damn sincere and hopeful. I’m totally screwed. I meet his gaze and nod.