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Samuel couldn’t give it up to him any faster and it was a sight to see. And for the most part, I have no problem giving it up to him either, but there is a part of me that wants to see if I can derail him, whether he’d let me succeed, and just how beautiful it would be to see how desperate I could make him.

Raising my arm, I run my hand down his forearm and up his shoulder. It’s a little awkward and not the exact angle to get the message across but I try anyway, waiting to see if he notices.

I repeat the movement once, twice, and on the third time, his lips falter.

“Are you signing right now?” he asks incredulously. “You are, aren’t you? Asking me to slow down. It’s slow down, isn’t it?” He cocks his head to the side like he’s flicking through his own ASL memory cards. “Yeah, it’s slow down.”

My smile widens and my heart beats wildly for this man who just realized that I can still talk to him during sex.

“But wait, why do you want me to slow down?”

Chuckling, I take his chin between my fingers and dip his head down so I can capture his lips, then I stand us both up and turn him around.

He catches on quickly, and when I press down on the middle of his back, he bends for me beautifully.

My lips make their way down the knobs of his spine and to the two dimples right above the waistband of his pants. I shove them down, exposing his round, toned ass, and I can’t help but take a bite. He hisses but doesn’t push me away as I let my tongue soothe the pain. I do this a few more times as I bring my finger to his lips, my request very clear.

I thrust it in and out of his mouth, getting it nice and wet, as I pull one of his ass cheeks to the side, exposing his pretty hole. My own cock throbs as I circle him with the wet finger and then gently push the digit inside him. It’s just the tip, almost like a little plug, just enough for him to feel the anticipation of being full.

“Oh fuck.”

I lower my mouth to his hole, licking around my finger before sliding it out and replacing it with my tongue. He drops his head to the table with a loud thump and I lick him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

“Fuck. Rhys,” he whimpers. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Using two hands, I stretch him wider, pushing my tongue deeper, in and out, just to hear the way his panting and begging echo around the room.

I watch as he grabs his cock and begins stroking himself, desperately, wishing we had a thousand more hands to be able to touch every inch of each other at all times.

I alternate between my tongue and the tip of my finger as unintelligible sounds leave his mouth. I know he’s only seconds away from losing himself completely, and pride makes my cock throb.

In one swift move, I turn him around to face me and point to my mouth. I open up and he slides his slick length in between my lips and his cum immediately explodes along my tongue.

I indulge in the taste of him as his hands rest on my shoulders, trying to steady himself before his body collapses into euphoric exhaustion.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes out. “I think you killed me.”

No, I think to myself.I think I just worked out how to make you give up control.

20

LENNOX

It’s been almost six weeks since my accident, and to describe it as a roller-coaster ride would be the understatement of the century. So much has happened, in almost every aspect of my life, that I was simultaneously experiencing the highest of highs and lowest of lows.

And some days it’s difficult to muddle through the two.

For one, I’m no longer Lennox York, the twenty-two-year-old college student on a football scholarship. I’m now Lennox York, former UCLA student, with no job, no scholarship, a collarbone break that is finally healed, and I recently lost my hearing.

That’s right, I’m deaf.

I could stomach saying that now.

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