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And then he closes his eyes, signing something that looks a lot likepositiveandnegative. 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.’
CHAPTER TWENTY
THOM
I have a boyfriend.
Fucking hell. I have aboyfriend! A hot, nerdy, sexy-as-fuck boyfriend who can play my body like a goddamn fiddle. Or…some other instrument sexier than a fiddle. Like maybe a guitar or a cello. Whatever, don’t care.
