“That’s so cool. By the way, here’s how you sign serious,” she said, touching her pointer finger to her chin in a twisting motion.
I copied the sign and she sent me a thumbs-up.
“I can give you the name of my daughter’s sign language tutor. Navigating the world with an implant takes a lot of mental energy, but you deserve to have language, even when your processor is off.”
R-h-y-s learn s-a-m-e teacher?
“Absolutely,” she said, nodding enthusiastically, showing me the sign for same. Turning to Rhys, she said, “By the way, you’ve been avoiding me. I have a few companies that are very interested in being represented by our handsome captain.”
He pointed to his mouth.S-t-u-t-t-e-r.
She showed us a couple of signs to describe it. “That’s why you know sign language?”
Yes.
“Is the stutter really bad?”
Sometimes. Relaxed is better.
She stroked her chin. “I’ll make sure that you’re only working with super chill people. I’ll text you in a few days.”
They exchanged numbers, then we chatted until the groundskeeper flashed the stadium lights. When we finally parted ways for the evening, we agreed that we should get together outside of the team’s games, and I invited them to my restaurant for their anniversary.
“Welp. Nothing about today went as expected,” Rhys noted dryly as we made our way to his car.
“No, boyfriend. No, it did not.”
He turned an adorable shade of pink, and I couldn’t help it—I tipped my head back and laughed, long and hard. Pulling him into my arms, I kissed the hell out of him. He kissed me back with equal fervor, pressing his hard-on into my hip.
“Let’s go home,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
He nodded, pressing his forehead to mine. “I need you so bad.”
One law-breaking drive later and we stumbled through my front door, ripping at each other’s clothes. My nuts protested, still empty from all of the earlier orgasms, but I needed his skin on mine. Naked, we fell into my unmade bed, rolling around in sheets that already smelled like sex and man.
Rhys cursed under his breath, twisting to kiss the head of my dick. “I don’t think I’ve got another fuck in me tonight, but I need my mouth on you.”
“I need you on top of me,” I begged, smacking his hip. “Let’s suck each other off.”
“I’ll suffocate you,” he said between slow licks.
“If I die, I die,” I insisted, smacking him again.
“Mm…” He shifted, sucking as he straddled me.
I lifted my chin, stretching my lips around his wide cock. He stayed on his knees, taking me to the back of his throat. Disgruntled, I smacked his ass, hard.
Startled, he thrust forward, letting me finally have all of him. I made disgruntled noises until he eventually put all his weight on me, wedging my jaw open as he fucked my mouth. I got my oxygen in sips and I didn’t care. I was in heaven with my arms wrapped around his thick thighs, luxuriating in the way his strong muscles squeezed so tight, his bulk pressed me into the mattress, and his musky scent left me dizzy and greedy for more.
Given our earlier activities, we were able to take our time consuming and appreciating one another. Soft moans and slick thrusting sounds filled the space, muffled slightly by Rhys’s thighs. After a while my jaw began to ache, and I wanted to suck on something else.
I tapped his hip and he rolled to the side. “You feel so fucking good under me,” he said, a little breathless.
“Your weight on top of me is addicting,” I admitted, breathing just as hard. “But my mouth needs something a little smaller to suck on.”
Chuckling, he lumbered toward the head of the bed, laying alongside me. We made out and, despite my sore jaw, I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Why is this so good?” I asked between deep kisses. “I’m fucking addicted.”
