Page 43 of Kiss-Fist
His mouth falls on mine once more as he lifts me off the ground.
Just like I requested in my text.
God have mercy on my soul.
He walks me backward as if I weigh nothing, then pushes me against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist as he grinds up against me. Oh Christ. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I can feel how desperate he is for it, for me. He has to know how much I want this.
We are a Deaf man and a hearing one, barely able to communicate beyond the physical.
Andfuck, this is so physical.
Absolutely Olympic at this point.
His lips move from mine to my neck, nibbling on my skin. His hips continue to rock back and forth, driving me crazy. But I do nothing to stop him. Just let him suspend me against the wall and torture me.
It goes on forever, bringing me so close to the edge that I worry I’m going to come in my pants, but he pulls away before I get close, setting me on the ground. My knees are shaking as he lifts his hand and points to my body and signs one word.
‘Off.’
Oh. He wants me naked. I can do that. Isocan do that.
My trembling hands grab onto my shirt, pulling it over my head as Thom shucks his shorts and underwear down his legs, kicking them to the side. Then he’s standing there in only a pair of ankle socks.
Does he really have to be this hot? Who knew I’d be so into socks.
I move faster, nearly falling over as I try to undo my pants, but I’m shaking so badly that I can’t quite manage it.
So, in very Thom-like fashion, he drops to his knees before me and helps. I’m naked in record time. I swear, he must train for this.
I ponder that a moment, but the thought is fleeting as he slides his fingers up my thighs and drags his tongue up my cock.
I buck forward, making a god-awful sound. I can’t hear it, of course, but I know it’s terrible. The worst sound on Earth.
Thom peers up at me with those big blue eyes and grins. His lips pucker, kissing the tip of my wet dick, and then without warning, he pulls me right into the back of his throat. I gurgle and gasp, my hands searching for purchase, but he has that damn hat on.
I flick it off and let my fingers slide through his thick locks, using him for leverage to keep myself from toppling over. Thom doesn’t slow down either. He just holds me inside of his throat, and I feel the ripple of his esophagus as he swallows.
It’s so fucking hot that I damn near pass out for a second before blinking back to reality.
As I come to, I realize he’s pulled off me, his lips wet, spit trickling down his chin. His free hand cups my balls, while the other holds on to my ass cheek.
“More?” he mouths, and I nod so quickly my teeth rattle.
He doesn’t seem to notice. Just falls back onto my dick and I’m once again holding on for dear life as he does that thing with my cock and his throat. And holy hell, he’s massaging my balls at the same time.
He’s a magician. A fucking marvel.
When his finger hits my hole and presses against it, it’s game over for me. I thrust forward roughly and cry out, my release emptying into his mouth. It’s so much that he can’t swallow it all, and some of it dribbles down his chin and neck. I watch it all, the mess I just made, the way he just sits there, licking his lips.
His expression is telling me he’s never tasted anything better.
He doesn’t clean up either, just nuzzles his nose into mygroin and inhales, leaving his face there as I card my fingers through his hair.
I need to return the favor. I need to do…something. But before I can, he’s standing and picking me up, bringing me to the sofa and throwing me onto it. I bounce slightly, my half-hard cock perking up at being tossed around a room.
Thom looms over me, and he signs something, but it takes a moment for my brain to get back online enough to understand him.
