Page 28 of Kiss-Fist (Deaf Hearts #1)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THOM

Fuck, that was scary. The conversation I had with him using the interpreter was intimidating, especially because I thought he was ending things. I swore he was breaking up with me, and someone else was there to witness it.

But it went better than expected.

He wants to try and make this work. And now he’s looking up at me like he wants me to fuck him, but I kind of want him to fuck me. The choices are endless. He wants to make this work between us, which means we have time to do this in all the positions.

For as long as we want.

We have a chance, and that’s all I need.

I hold his wrists above him while I ruck up his shirt, showing off that sliver of skin on his stomach. It’s pale and so soft. I reach down and let my hand move under it, savoring the feel of his trembling muscles against my palm.

He makes the cutest noise in the back of his throat as I drag my hand against him. I smile, moving up to his pec and pinching his nipple roughly.

He wiggles beneath me, his cheeks turning pink as I tug at it, rolling it between my fingers, savoring it.

I know he wants it faster. He wants it quick. He’s impatient, but I want to draw it out. The first time with him? Hell fucking yes. I want it to be so fucking slow that we both lose our minds with lust. That when we come, it hurts.

I don’t want this to be quick and dirty.

I mean, I do want that, but another time. This, I want to remember.

His hips arch up impatiently once more, and I lean down and kiss his neck, dragging my lips across his throat and nipping at his skin. Just like he did to me.

He moans, and I bite him harder.

The little gasp he gives me is almost too much.

I want to rip him out of his clothes and sink into that body, but I don’t. I restrain myself, holding back a smile at his annoyed little huff.

I lean against his side, my thigh moving against his dick, letting him rut up against it as I work his shirt open with my free hand.

It’s a process, not at all easy, and Robbie seems to be working himself into a frenzy.

By the time his shirt is splayed open and my lips are on his chest, he’s whining.

I put more pressure on his groin, and his wrists struggle under my grip. I let him go, not wanting to hurt him.

He merely grumbles, tugging on my shirt, wanting it gone.

So I give it to him, leaning over him and letting him pull the fabric off my head.

I shuck it off my arms a second later and let him take his fill.

And he does. He looks long and hard at my chest, at the muscles I’ve worked so hard to cultivate, to sculpt.

His eyes grow hooded, his tongue peeking out and wetting his lips.

I feel the ghost of his fingertips move up my back, tickling me softly, and then he’s leaning up and sinking his teeth into my pec.

I let out a surprised gasp as he bites down on it, a punishment of sorts for drawing everything out, but that pain soon turns to pleasure, and I groan.

He lets go, peering up at me, his eyes slightly wild.

I can’t help but lean down and kiss him.

My body shifts onto his, and our hips begin to grind as our tongues slide against each other.

I can feel his satisfied hums, the drag of his fingernails against my back.

We kiss like this for ages, the two of us working up a sweat until finally I pull away and Robbie signs, ‘More.’

Yes. I want more too. But I don’t want to rush it.

‘More,” he signs again, and I sit up, shaking my head.

‘Slow.’

‘Fuck slow.’

That makes me grin, and I reach down and drag my palm up his covered cock. He bucks under me and then frowns.

‘Fuck me. Now.’ His signs are clipped and fast. He means it. I know he does, but I have the patience. I can wait. I can draw this out.

I shake my head. ‘Slow.’

His jaw clicks, growing visibly impatient, and before I can process it, I’m on my back, his legs straddling mine. I move to sit up, but he forcefully pushes me back down, and I go with a surprised laugh.

He doesn’t join in .

‘Hate slow. Hate.’

And then he yanks my shorts off, taking my underwear with it.

My cock slaps my abdomen, and he grabs onto it, rubbing it roughly as he maneuvers out of his own pants with his free hand. It’s pretty impressive, actually. I have no idea how he manages it. But then he’s naked above me, sighing in relief, putting both our cocks together to stroke them in tandem.

It works me up hard, seeing us together like this, but it doesn’t last long. He’s on a mission, and I’m in the way.

With one last long stroke, he pulls off my cock and rolls off my body, only to return with a condom and lube. No, make that several condoms.

Oh shit.

Fuck yes .

He puts a packet between his teeth and rips it open, rolling it onto my dick, making it jump at his touch. He stares down at me and then rips open another, pulling it on himself.

‘I fuck you. You fuck me.’

And then he grabs onto my hand and squirts lube onto my fingers, bringing them to his ass as he does the same to me.

Neither of us hesitates. We just push inside, knuckle deep, the two of us gasping as we scissor each other open.

Our lips meet in the process, swallowing our moans as we add two fingers and then three.

He feels good, tight. I know I’m the same.

It’s been so long since I’ve bottomed, but fuck, the thought of Robbie sticking his cock inside of me?

I can’t wait .

He pulls out of me abruptly, moving to straddle my thighs. Lube trickles down my covered cock, and he moves the bottle to his own hard length, wetting it as well. And then he’s slotting my dick at his hole. And sinking down. Taking all of me.

It’s not even slow. It’s a slap of skin and sweat.

I buck up in shock. There’s not even resistance. I move right past that ring of muscle, which is currently strangling my cock, and sink deep inside. My hands move to grip his hips as he throws his head back, his nipples puckered, his throat bobbing.

He’s fully impaled on me now, grinding his hips forward and back as he settles against me.

And then he starts to move. A slow pull up and then a steady slam down, over and over until my eyes are closing from sheer pleasure, from the need to hold back the urge to erupt.

To come in his ass. To mark him as mine.

But before I can, he’s pulling off me and scrambling down, pushing my thighs wide, exposing me to him. I’m breathless and completely confused.

Then his eyes meet mine, and he reverently touches my rim. He hums his approval before slotting his cock at my hole, and then he shifts forward, taking me slowly.

Gently.

Not wanting to hurt me.

Thank fuck for that because it’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and I’m out of practice. My jaw tightens, my nostrils flaring. He’s watching me, his hand stroking my chest as he continues to push in.

Oh god . Oh fuck . My rim contracts, and I gasp as he slots himself the rest of the way inside. Fully seated. He lets out a long breath and asks me if I’m okay.

I can only nod, flexing around the hard length inside of me.

‘You feel good,’ he tells me and then moans when I contract again. He likes that. Fuck. Me. I like it too.

‘More.’ My hands are shaking as I sign that, begging for it.

He groans and then pulls out gently before pushing back in.

It’s soft at first, letting me get the hang of it, of being split wide open by his dick.

But the sensation is almost too much. Slow is torture.

I want it harder now. Faster. I grip him with my hands and pull him into me, arching up to meet his thrusts.

Our skin slaps, his little moans driving me crazy.

I’m so close, and he must be too. I can tell by the jump of his pulse and the way his gasps are growing more desperate.

But before either of us can come, he pulls out of me, my hole gaping and open as he shifts up my body and takes my cock in his ass once more.

I cry out, the sensation too much, too overwhelming. He rides me rough and hard for long, drawn-out minutes before sliding off and fucking my ass again.

I’m a mess now, my eyes opening and closing as I try to hold on for as long as possible, but it’s an assault on the senses, the way my cock is drooling, the way I’m unable to even tell which way is up or which way is down.

In and out.

Out and in.

Oh god .

I’m holding on for dear life, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he rides me once more. And I know I’m close. The taste of him, the feel, it’s dragging me right over the edge.

Without warning, my cock erupts, my entire body spasming. My loud cries surely can be heard by his neighbors. The bed slamming hard shakes the walls and rattles the pictures.

He doesn’t hear it, of course. He just rides me through the wave, drawing it out before ripping his condom off and coming all over my chest. It’s so much that it hits my chin, covering me in his white sticky cum.

He finally slows, his hips easing to a stop. My dick is still in his hole, happy to have made a home there, not wanting to leave his warmth.

“Fuck,” he says aloud, and I let out a shocked laugh.

“Yeah.”

He falls to my side and inhales and exhales deeply, trying to catch his breath. And thank god for that. I need time to recover. I need a nap.

Thankfully, Robbie has his wits about him. He reaches down and tugs my condom off my dick, tying it off and tossing it aside before turning his head to look at me.

I do the same, noting his flushed cheeks and his drooping eyelids.

‘Perfect,’ I sign. ‘You.’

He nods and leans up slightly, wanting to make sure I see this.

‘You perfect too.’

We lie in silence for long minutes, my hands carding through his hair as he rests his cheek against my heart.

His fingers are tracing shapes and letters against the skin of my chest, but I have no idea what he’s doing or trying to convey.

Or maybe it’s nothing and he’s just moving for the sake of it.

At this moment, it doesn’t matter.

I just like holding him.