“You. Shut your mouth,” Isaiah snapped. His fingers brushed my cheek, drawing my eyes open. “Do you want me to kiss you first, baby?”
My breath shuddered out. “He’s right. I’m bad at it.”
Isaiah’s jaw hardened. “That’s not what I asked you.” He leaned closer, his wide nose brushing against mine. “Do you want me to slide my tongue into your mouth and let you taste it before it tastes like you?”
My breath caught at the reminder that he was about to lick between my legs.
His head shifted, his lips brushing over my ear. “I’m starting to think your boyfriend has never even made you come. Is that true?”
“What are you saying to her?” Neil asked
Isaiah pulled away, staring into my eyes. “I’m checking in. Getting consent for every step is hotter than any uncertainty.” He brushed the hair tickling my cheek away. “You don’t have to say yes to that last question; I already know the answer.” He sucked in a breath, wrinkles forming on his forehead. “It’s almost like you’re a virgin. Been a while since I’ve been with someone so inexperienced.”
“She’s not. We’ve had sex,” Neil grumbled.
Isaiah rolled his eyes, but his face relaxed. His thumb stroked my cheek as he smiled down at me. “I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s something you want. You want me to kiss you, Hailey?”
“Yes,” I said, watching his face draw closer.
His plump lips were wider and softer than Neil’s. He didn’t hesitate to use his tongue. He brushed it against mine, urging me to reciprocate. His words from before, the idea that his tongue would soon taste like me, made the kiss hotter. Soon we were devouring each other, my arms winding around his neck, trying to pull him closer.
Isaiah had a long, busy tongue. Besides stroking against my own, it flicked at the tip of my tongue, brushed the roof of my mouth and my teeth, until finally licking my lips as he pulled back.
“There you are, baby. You’re doing so good.” He kissed me again, hard, no tongue this time, as he unwound my arms from his neck, placing them over my head with a slight push into the mattress. “No touching right now. I’m going to kiss down your neck and over the outside of your clothes. You okay with that?”
“Y-yes.” There was a shiver in my voice.
“Good. So good.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, tracing down my jaw. When his lips reached my neck, I tilted it back, almost choking on my sharply indrawn breath as I arched toward him.
“Sensitive here?” He kissed my neck again, sending sensation through my body as my eyes closed to absorb it.
“What are you doing?” Neil snapped. “Eat her out already.”
A chill rushed through me at the reminder that he was watching.
“It’s important to work up to it,” Isaiah told him, his breath moving over my damp skin and drawing out a shudder. His lips moved down my collarbone. “Look at how she’s writhing. You want her like that. It means she’s getting hot for it.”
His lips hit cloth for the first time, letting me breathe more evenly as I regretted not getting naked. “You’re getting hot for me, aren’t you, baby? You want my mouth all over you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” My voice didn’t even sound like my own. That wasn’t good. Neil was going to get upset that I was so into it.
Isaiah kissed down the slope of my breasts, making my thoughts scatter again. There was too much cloth between us,my bra keeping him from my nipple, but it throbbed under the attention anyway. He kept going, his face tilting against the underside before he dipped down over my stomach, finding the stretchy waistband of my skirt. Then he was kissing lower, right over where he’d promised to kiss, and my breath held in my lungs.
He hummed against me, making me gasp out my breath as he eased down my leg next. My breathing slowed while I stared up at the popcorn ceiling. My skirt was on the longer side, and he didn’t reach skin again until his lips brushed over my shin. When he pressed a kiss to the side of my foot, the part not covered by my heel, my breath hitched again.
“Hmm,” he hummed, which drew my eyes to where he was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. He kissed my foot again, his lips pressing a little harder and lingering.
“Oh!” I gasped, trying to rub my thighs together to relieve the ache between my legs.
Isaiah grinned at me. “Sensitive there, too.”
“You’re not even between her legs yet,” Neil complained.
“Maybe not but look at her.” Isaiah’s hands slid around to my calves, his touch leaving tingles behind. “You look so hot right now, baby.”
Neil made a scoffing sound that caused my shoulders to tense as embarrassment slid through me. I’d never had anyone call me hot before. Isaiah was just a smooth talker. Hecouldn’t mean it.
His eyes glittered from where he kneeled between my dangling legs, and he sucked in a breath, blowing it out without saying anything. He closed his eyes as he took another one, his hands running over the bottom of my legs.
