Chapter 10 Severin
SEVERIN
“Hey, Coach. This is my boyfriend, Severin Sousa. He’s the head chef over at Adorado.”
Rhys’s eyes widened as the word boyfriend fell out of his mouth and he grimaced through the rest of his sentence. We hadn’t really talked about our labels, but we were definitely on the same wavelength.
I set my temple against his massive shoulder and stuck out my hand. Coach’s brows raised—briefly—but he recovered quickly and took it. After we shook, he stepped back and brought up his hands.
“You have a cochlear implant,” he said and signed.
“Yeah,” I responded. “But my sign language is still not great. This one has been helping me practice.”
Coach sent me an understanding smile, then beckoned for a little girl off to the side to join us. She had Coach’s sharp blue eyes and followed his quick signs better than I did.
“This is Dahlia. Dahlia, this is Severin.”
Her eyes went to my cochlear implant and she moved her hair aside, showing me hers.
I held up my palm, and she high-fived me.
Then, as if a starter pistol had gone off, the two of us started talking.
We compared our cochlear implants. She had two, so she had better hearing overall, but she was impressed with the brand of processor I had.
As we were chatting, a statuesque woman with thick blonde hair down to her waist walked up to Coach.
“That’s Coach’s wife,” Rhys explained.
They stepped to the side and began signing with one another. It was the kind of casual signs that I had the hardest time with, and then I realized that maybe it was a private conversation.
Shit, I should probably learn sign language etiquette.
She turned to Rhys and smiled. “You’re Dawie, right?”
“Ye-yes.”
I could tell from her voice that she was Deaf, but I wasn’t sure if she had the cochlear implant as well.
She saw me looking and laughed. “I’m Corinda. I was born Deaf, like my daughter. I didn’t want the cochlear implant, but she did.”
O-k, I signed and mouthed. I know sign. Sort of. But now s-e-r-i-o-u-s about learning.
“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.”
“Oh, thank God. Me too,” Rhys whispered before delving into my mouth again. “You literally could not pay me to leave this bed.”
“Same,” I said, trailing kisses down his neck and across his collarbones.
Grabbing one of his pecs, he jiggled it, angling his flushed nipple toward my mouth. I dipped my head, tonguing his nipple, then playing with it, getting it hard before sucking it into my mouth.
“Harder,” Rhys gasped, reaching for the lube.
I happily complied, burying my face into his chest as I hollowed out my cheeks. He slid his fingers between my ass cheeks, slick with lube. Jerking when he pushed the two middle digits inside me, I let out a grunt and then a sigh.
After I switched to his other nipple to give us a better angle, he rubbed his hard-on against my thigh. I dialed down the suction, letting my hand drift down to his cock, jacking him off as he finger fucked me.
The slow rolling orgasm took him first, then me. I grabbed a discarded T-shirt and wiped us down before we rinsed off and then quickly got back into bed.
“Jesus,” I whispered as he held me, pressing his massive chest to my back. “Who knew that terrible first date would lead to this?”
“CUPID, apparently,” Rhys joked. “That algorithm knew what it was doing, putting us together. Not that I’ll ever need it again.”
I laughed as he froze up behind me. Twisting to see his face, I kissed his cheek. “What’s up? What made you stiffen up like that?”
“I—I didn’t want you to think that I was pressuring you, or whatever. It was just a joke.”
I gave him the so-so sign. “It was a good joke, but you’re right. I can’t imagine needing it again, either.”
He furrowed his brows, expression serious. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. I mean, we still have a lot to learn about each other, but this feels different, right?”
“It does.”
I kissed him and smiled when he kissed me back. “Then this is the beginning, and I don’t see an end in sight.”