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‘True biz,’ I reply, and he grins.
‘Want me to show you how good they really are?’ he asks, and my cock thickens in my jeans. I shouldn’t. I should let him be with someone like Clay, someone who he’ll never have to sign with.
But I can’t move. Instead, I ask, ‘You sure you want this? I feel broken.’
His face falls, and he moves toward me, settling between my legs, his body so fucking close. ‘Why you say that? Why?’
I glance away from him for a moment and then back to him. ‘I’m losing my hearing. You hate signing.’
He shakes his head. ‘I never said that. I said I was burned out from interpreting. I don’t hate sign. I love ASL. Love the Deaf community.’
‘But you have to interpret for me. You just did.’
He frowns and shifts even closer, his finger twisting around the bottom of my shirt. His hand absently brushes against my cock, and I bite back a moan. I’m opening up to him, about my insecurity, about my weakness, and I’m horny at the same time.
‘Deaf is not broken, and I think you know that.’ He’s right, I do. I’m just taking this hard right now for some reason. ‘I don’t mind interpreting for you. You’re my exception.’ He signs the wordspecial, but he mouths what I read it as.
Exception?Me?
‘You sure?’
‘Trust. Want me to prove it to you?’
I swallow as his finger untwists from my shirt and drifts down to the zipper of my pants. Shit. I have a sudden vision of Clay watching us from somewhere on the property, and my dick thickens a little more. I can’t believe I’m doing this outside, but there’s nothing in the world right now that could make me stop him.
I want this. With every atom of my body.
‘You don’t need to,’ I start to argue weakly, but my hand drops to the arm of the chair as he works my cock out of my pants. I let out a soft moan. It rattles against the back of my throat as he strokes me.
‘I don’t suck just anyone’s dick,’ he tells me and then catches my gaze as he licks up the underside of my cock.
I gasp as his tongue flicks out and twists around my tip. Then he shifts up onto his knees, and he swallows me whole. My hands move into his hair, holding onto him tightly as he works me toward the edge. I can’t stop staring at him, the bob of his head, the way his free hand is working his own dick in tandem.
Why is he so hot?
I wrench his head off me, and he stares up at me, cheeks flushed and chin wet.
‘Up.’ It’s a simple sign, but he understands. I pull him into my lap, his body fitting against mine perfectly. His knees press against my sides as I place his hands on the arms of the chair. I can feel the groan of the wooden seat beneath our weight, but I can’t be fucked to say anything about it. I just want to bring him over the edge with me.
I pull his shorts down, exposing his cock, and pull him closer. I see the whites of his knuckles as he grasps onto the chair, holding on for dear life when I pull our dicks together and stroke. His chin hits his chest, his swollen lips parting as he moans.
My hand tightens around us. Neither of us can look away as I bring us toward the edge.
The edge of all reason, of all fucking sanity.
He comes first, his hands moving to my shoulders, squeezing tightly as his cock erupts. It pulses over the tip of my own, and I continue to stroke, using his release as lube. My own orgasm barrels through me a second later, and my back bows back as I let out a shout.
Leaf hasn’t moved, my fingers still wrapped around us, holding us together.
‘Hot.’ His hand is trembling just a little.
It’s one sign but conveys it perfectly. I nod and slowly let us go, our mixed release on my fingers.
He stares at it, bringing it up to his lips and licking one finger into his mouth, tasting us. I can’t stop staring at him, my entire body tingling in anticipation.
‘Delicious. Try.’
He lifts my hand to my lips, and I pull one of my fingers into my mouth. The bitter taste of cum hits my taste buds, but I like it. I suck on it, getting every last drop.
