Page 35 of Kiss-Fist (Deaf Hearts #1)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

THOM

Fuck, I’m jealous. The thought of Robbie with anyone else has me crawling out of my skin.

Not that I expected him to be some kind of virgin or saint.

I know he isn’t. Not with the way he fucks me like some kind of seasoned pro.

But damn it. I didn’t want to come face-to face with a hot guy he was sleeping with. Not on our date.

But then again, I know the community is really small.

Leaf told me. Denver did too. It’s a thing .

Everyone knows everyone, and more importantly, everyone knows everyone’s business.

The chances of me meeting a guy Robbie has been with were a sure thing.

I just didn’t really recognize it until it was right in my face.

And maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t obvious Rome was in love with Robbie, but that twists the knife a little deeper because in all respects, Rome is a better choice than I am. He’s tall, gorgeous, smarmy, and Deaf. He’s also probably educated in ways I never will be .

Why isn’t Robbie still with him? Why did he choose me? Did he want to date down?

I take a breath and attempt to calm myself down. Apart from Rome—which was a huge part of my mood—the night had been amazing.

Being onstage with the queens was a little intimidating, but it was also incredibly cool. Loved that I could show off for the crowd and also for Robbie. Show him what I’m working with. That I might not be Deaf, but I am hot.

I could sense a little bit of jealousy on his face when I got back to the table, and I liked it, considering I’d been simmering in my own jealousy from the moment Rome told me that he knew Robbie in ways that I didn’t.

But the feeling didn’t last. We left the bar too quickly, and there’s been a pointed silence between us since I climbed into the car beside him.

He’s driving us back to his place, and I feel myself starting to itch. I have no idea how this is going to go, but I can’t just ignore it. I can’t pretend this didn’t happen.

The car turns off, and I see that we’re already there. He looks at me in the shadows of the streetlights and then nods toward the door.

‘Want come up?’

I roll my lips between my teeth and then nod. What else am I going to do? Wait down here for a Lyft like a chump when all I want is for Robbie to reassure me that he wants me for me?

Robbie lets out a relieved breath and slides out, and I follow. The two of us walk side by side up the steps until we’re inside his apartment, and then he flips the lights on and shucks his jacket off.

I do nothing but watch him.

He looks guilty. And maybe a little worried. He looks like he needs another drink, and frankly, so do I. But I want his head clear for this conversation. I need to know where I stand, just like he needed to know before when he brought me here to tell me why I’d fucked up and how not to do it again.

‘Water,’ I say and then move to the kitchen to pull a glass down.

Robbie follows, his hands flexing near his sides. When I turn around with the glass half-full, he signs, ‘I’m sorry.’

My fingers flex against the glass. ‘Same’

Robbie’s shoulders sag, and he sighs. ‘Is this over?’

I worry I didn’t catch that, and I cock my head. ‘Again.’

‘The two of us finished?’

I set the cup down and then shake my head. Words are all jumbled, but I manage, ‘You want finish?’

He blinks up at me, wetting his lips. That cute little smack he makes. I fucking adore it. ‘No.’

It’s enough to have me letting out a relieved breath. Thank fuck for that. I wasn’t ready for it to be done. I know this is new, but I want to fight for it.

For us.

Robbie starts to sign quickly and then stops, holding out his hand for my phone and typing furiously when I give it to him. Damn, he has a lot to say.

I wish I could understand him now, but I know I need to be patient. I’m learning as fast as I can .

So I wait. And fucking wait. When he finally hands me the phone, I square my shoulders, then open my text reading app and highlight the massive paragraph he’d written. The electronic voice grates on my nerves, but I know I need to hear it.

Robbie: I’m so sorry about Rome. I don’t know why he was acting so awful, but it’s not like him.

We aren’t exclusive. We never were. And I’m sorry your first Deaf event was ruined because of him and his shitty attitude.

I didn’t want that. I wanted you to have fun.

To just enjoy yourself. He ruined it, and I did too.

I should have made sure it was a safe place for you to be.

I’ll go on that hearing double date to make up for it.

Just tell me the time, and I’ll be there.

I glance up at him and then type my response.

Me: I was jelus. I like u. You didnt ruin anythng. I had fun.

I hand it back to him, and he reads it quickly, peering up at me through those thick lashes. Fuck, he’s so sexy.

He types out something else, showing it to me and waiting as I listen. He’s so patient. He doesn’t even get mad that I’m so slow at this.

It makes me like him even more.

Robbie: You sure? Rome acted lousy. If you mad I understand .

Me: I’m not mad. I am still a little jealous, but I think I know what will fix that.

I take the phone and set it down, stepping into his space, my hands fisted on his shirt.

He wets his lips, and I stare down at them. When I lean forward and kiss him, he groans, little puffs of air entering my mouth. I swallow them down as his hands slide around my back, holding me to him.

My tongue slips into his mouth, and he sucks on it eagerly. It makes my cock perk up. He’s already hard. I felt it as soon as our bodies collided.

Yeah, this is just what I need to curb the jealousy.

Fucking him caveman style. Making him realize that we may not be able to fully communicate right now, but we can fuck like animals.

I push him against the counter and grind my hips against his, making him tremble. I don’t stop either. I just continue until he’s panting.

Pulling away, he chases my mouth, his eyelids hooded, his lips swollen.

‘More?’ I ask, and he groans, kissing me roughly. I guess that’s a yes, then.

I lift him, his legs tightening around my back, and I carry us to the bedroom, where I know the lube and condoms are. Fuck yes. I want to get inside of him. I want to feel that tight rim suck me right in.

I toss him onto the bed, and he bounces, his eyes widening in surprise .

Throwing him around a room, right? That’s one of the first things he asked me for.

He grins up at me, and I spin my finger in the air, watching as his lips part in excitement. But he doesn’t move. Not quick enough anyway.

So, I give him a little incentive. I lean forward and cup his cock in my hand, squeezing it, pulling the cutest sound from him.

‘You mine,’ I sign with my free hand, and Robbie nods, his cheeks flushed as he bucks his hips upward.

‘Tell me.’

He lifts a hand and points to me. ‘You’re mine. I’m yours.’

That’s good enough for me.

I give him a satisfied smile, then swirl my finger around, wanting that ass up.

He leans up and kisses me roughly, delaying what I want by several minutes, but when he pulls away, he does what I asked. He puts himself on his hands and knees, his ass in the air, his face on the mattress before him.

My hands reach out and cup him, squeezing the globes of his butt.

When I said he’s mine, I meant it. Fuck, I don’t even know the sign for boyfriend, but as soon as this is done, I’m gonna look it up and ask him to be official. I want this to be exclusive. Robbie and Thom.

Me and him.

I slowly pull his pants down, grabbing his underwear while they go, unwrapping him like a present.

Hell. Yes. This is better than Christmas.

He grunts as I reveal his body to me, all that smooth skin. And I can’t help but drag a finger up his crack, loving the way he shifts forward and then back, as if asking for more. Oh, I’ll give him more.

I’ll make sure he’s satisfied.

With swift movements, I reach for the condoms and lube in the drawer. Two just in case. And then I push his shirt up his back, exposing more of him to me while I dribble the liquid onto his ass.

He gives the hottest little grunt as I swirl my finger around his rim before slowly pushing inside. Robbie groans in response, his fingers clutching the sheets.

As I push further into him, I pull my own dick out, stroking it as I work him open. One finger and then two, I scissor my fingers apart as I stretch him. He’s so fucking responsive. The way he moans, the way his ass flexes with each forward thrust of my hand. It’s like he can’t get enough.

I wonder if Rome made him feel like this. If he made him feel as good.

That has my hand stuttering to a stop, and Robbie turns his gaze over his shoulder at me. His hand moves up to his chin. ‘What’s wrong?’

My fingers are in his ass, and my cock is in my hand. It’s really a bad time to be asking that question.

‘Feel good?’ I ask, and he bites his bottom lip and nods.

‘Better than Rome?’ I hope that comes out clear. I don’t know the correct grammatical structure of it. I just signed ‘better’ and then fingerspelled ‘Rome,’ but he gets it.

He shifts forward, my fingers falling from his ass. He turns and crawls forward, sitting on his knees, his hands on his thighs .

‘You better,’ he finally says. ‘You perfect. I want you.’ My heart thumps in my chest, and I feel my cheeks heat as he knee crawls closer to me, his hands landing on my cheeks. “ You .” He says it with his voice, and it makes butterflies erupt inside of me.

I love the sound of it.

I kiss him roughly, thrusting my tongue against his once more. His groans match mine, my hands ripping his shirt over his head as he does the same to me, leaving me with my shorts halfway down my ass as he collapses backward. He pulls me onto him, my arms bracketing his head.

His legs snake around my lower back, slotting my cock right at his hole, and as our eyes meet, I shift forward. My dick slides inside of him, through that loose ring of muscle before I freeze. Shit.

No condom.

I stop, and he blinks up at me, realization dawning on his face.

And then he closes his eyes, signing something that looks a lot like positive and negative . I know what he means. They’re both clear signs.

When he opens his eyes, I reply the best I can with one hand. ‘Negative.’

He lets out a relieved breath. ‘Same.’

‘Want?’ I ask, and he nods.

‘More.’

And then he pulls me forward, my cock sliding all the way inside of him. My eyes cross at the sensation, the groan I emit completely feral. I haven’t done it bare in ages. And I’m doing it with him .

Of course I am. He’s gonna be my boyfriend. This is gonna be forever.

My hips slam forward, skin slapping as I fuck him. Robbie holds on, his body arching beneath mine, taking it so fucking good. He looks so hot like this, all mussed and wrecked like he enjoys being fucked. Like he enjoys taking my dick.

My hearing guy dick. And fuck what anyone else thinks about it.

My fingers curl into the sheets near his head, and I lean down, kissing him roughly as I swallow his groans.

He’s coming apart, his body trembling as I slam into him.

His grunts of pleasure grow more sporadic, and then his rim flexes around me, and I feel his hand shift between our bodies, jerking himself off.

He comes quickly, as if he was waiting for this.

With a few more thrusts, his hole wringing it out of me, my cum surges forward and fills him. Marking him.

Making him mine.

I fall onto my forearms and meet his satisfied stare.

“Good?” I ask, hoping he can lipread that.

He bobs his head. “You?”

I nod and then kiss him again. I can’t help it. He’s so damn kissable.

When I finally roll off him, he turns his entire body onto the mattress, tucking his head into the pillow and blinking over at me.

‘We okay?’ he asks with those beautiful hands, those delicious fingers.

‘Yeah.’ Then I sign, ‘Perfect.’

He blushes and wiggles his ass slightly, making me touch it softly, squeezing it.

‘You next,’ he tells me, and I grin. Of course. I want my ass filled with his cum as well. Wouldn’t expect anything else.

That reminds me. I search for my phone, pulling it out of my pocket and doing a quick internet search. When I have the sign I want, I turn to face Robbie and ask him.

‘Boyfriend?’

He cocks his head and then shows me how to sign it correctly. So I ask again.

‘Boyfriend? You-me?’

He blinks at me and then lets out a small laugh. ‘Yes.’