He knelt back, grabbing one shoulder with a meaty hand as the other gripped my hip. With that, we were off to the races. I was stretched and wrecked, and he was hammering into me like it was his job.
On top of that, the near silence heightened everything, as did the sweat dripping onto my back. I had no idea what kind of noises were coming out of my mouth, but I knew I wasn’t exactly being quiet when he slapped a palm across my mouth. Still stroking into me like a fucking champ, he pointed to the wall I shared with a neighbor and made a gesture like someone knocking on the door.
Oops.
With his hand still clamped across my mouth, he drew me against his chest as he sat back on his fucking glorious haunches. While violently lifting and rolling his hips, he draped his other hand across my neck. He didn’t apply pressure, but the hot presence of his fingers wrapped around my neck was enough to make my eyes roll back.
I needed more, so I licked his palm until he pulled it away.
“Choke me.”
His hand on my throat didn’t move, so I turned back.
“Choke me,” I repeated, looking into his eyes.
Sure?he signed.
“Yes.”
He repeated himself.Sure?
I nodded. “Please.”
It was the please that did it, and his hand immediately tightened on my neck. I dropped the back of my head to his shoulder, loving how fuzzy I was going around the edges.
Did I know this man well enough to ask him to choke me? Probably not, but I knew I could trust Rhys Dawie with my life, and I wasn’t going to question that. After a few seconds, he released the pressure, sending me through the stratosphere. My blood cells splintered into two factions: head and cock. The rush to each created the kind of dizzying orgasm I’d only ever read in smutty romance novels.
Ahem. Not that I ever readthose.
He clamped his hand over my mouth as I came, the cum arcing away from my body.
His gorgeous muscles tensed behind me and his hips canted off at an angle, and I knew he was teed up and ready to fly. He pushed us forward, flattening me into the bed as he rutted the last of his orgasm into me. The burst of heat from his cum filled me, and I knew I’d want it again and again.
I didn’t even mind that he shoved me into the wet spot I’d created. I wanted to be leaking from him for days, and the rise and fall of his big chest above me while pinned to the bed made my poor, spent cock twitch.
He rolled his hips from side to side, as if enjoying the tail end of ecstasy, before kissing the back of my neck and then slowly pulling away from me.
You, he signed as he flipped me.M-e-s-s.
I looked down and laughed. Cum plastered the hair against my belly and chest. He grabbed my hand and pulled me from thebed. I wobbled, come-drunk and leaking, so he supported me as we walked into the bathroom. After letting the shower heat up, he pulled us in together and bathed me so sweetly and gently that emotion clogged my throat.
Slow it down, Sev.
I don’t think I can.
We stayed under the water, clinging to each other, kissing like the world was gonna end any moment. Being with Rhys blew away my excuses and fears like cobwebs after a spring cleaning. I knew—the way you just know—that whatever this was, it was serious, and it would be serious for a long time.
We kissed until the shower ran cold, then toweled off and raced back into the bedroom, damp and happy.
Where, he signed,s-h-e-e-t-s?
Grateful that my shorn hair dried quickly, I reached for my processor, stuck it to the side of my head, and answered, “In the closet top shelf.”
“And you can hear me now?” he asked, smiling as he reached for them.
I thought briefly of the fact that I would never get to hear his voice without the sort of demon robot effect of the implant. I could hear, however, the bass notes, the concern, the affection in his voice. Even better, I had those things with or without the processor.
It was also clear from the number of words he was signing that he’d been refreshing his signed vocabulary. Sure, his grammar was shit, but then again, so was mine. I knew he would continue to work on it, and that meant I had to as well.
