“Let me try again?”
“What?” I waved toward the empty chair. “I thought you wanted the whole being watched thing.”
“I want you.”
My eyes lowered, widening at the huge bulge he was sporting. “I thought we agreed. Just oral.”
“Not like that. I want my mouth on you with no interruptions.” He wiped his arm across his mouth, making me notice the way it glistened. “I want to make you come all over my face. Fuck, do you know how wet you were? I’m desperate to have my face back between your legs.”
I hesitated. His tongue on my clit had felt good. Really good. Neil had been the one in the wrong. If Jack or Sean had been there, they would have tossed him out, too.
“You’ll stop at just oral? Why would you do that?”
“Why?” Isaiah laughed, walking toward me. “I fucking love giving oral. It makes me harder than anything. Sometimes I even come in my pants.” His eyes slid over me. “Making you come? Knowing I’m the first to do it? No way I don’t come too just from that.”
The idea of it made me clench, reminding me of how wet I was down there, without any underwear. “I might not be able to orgasm,” I reminded him.
“You don’t even want to try? With no distractions, just my tongue between your legs?”
I shivered, closing my eyes. I wanted that. Was I being stupid?
“If you want me to do that for you, climb back on the bed.All the way. I want you nice and comfortable.”
I sucked in a breath, turned, and sat on the bed, scooting back to the middle.
Isaiah stepped closer, but he didn’t touch the bed. “I want to be absolutely sure you’re a yes. Pull up your skirt. Let me see that gorgeous cunt again.”
Baring myself felt somehow more vulnerable. My hands shook as I gripped my skirt, dragging it up and widening my legs. Air brushed over my exposed vagina, making me shiver.
The bed dipped as Isaiah climbed on it, surprising me by moving up to hover over my body. “Fuck, that was hot.” His head dipped to my neck, sucking at the skin and making tingles burst everywhere.
I cried out, my body arching toward him as his facial hair scraped and he mouthed my neck, his tongue soothing where he’d sucked.
“So sensitive here.” His voice had grown thick and deep. He crawled back down my legs. His hands tucked under me to grip my ass, stroking it as heat shot straight between my legs, making me ache. “Here, too.”
He had my legs hooked over his arms, his shoulders nudging them wider as he lifted my hips off the bed.
“Fuck, seeing you like this has me desperate. You ready, baby? Say yes, and I’m going to eat you out, not stopping unless I pass out from lack of air.”
I frowned at him. “I don’t want you passing out.”
He grinned at me. “Dying between your legs would be heaven. I want my mouth on you. Tell me you want that, too.”
The anxiety in my chest eased. “I want that, too.”
Isaiah groaned as he buried his head between my legs. He licked up my slit first, making a sound in his throat. His fingers dug into my ass as he rocked me against his mouth, his tongue pushing inside. The rhythm was intense as he fucked me with his tongue, keeping up the movement to push in deeper on every rock.
My body flushed with heat. The way his tongue pushed into me felt good. The ache became almost constant, and I writhed,wanting pressure on my clit. He nudged it with his nose, but that was only a glancing pass.
“Please,” I gasped, trying to writhe in his grip. “Lick me like before.”
His tongue withdrew, and he panted for air, like he really had been drowning in me. He lowered my hips, lifting his head. “Sure, baby. Is this what you need?” His tongue circled my clit, making me try to writhe again, but he held me still, repeating pass after pass.
The ache continued to build, everything within me growing so tight I started to shake. And still he circled the spot I needed him to lick. “Not that, not that,” I panted, my hands finding his head, trying to drag him where his tongue would do the most good.
He chuckled against me, adding a vibration that made me gasp. “That’s it, baby. Take what you want.” His tongue flattened, and he stroked over my clit.
“Yes!” I cried out, pulling his face tight against me as I tried to arch. The ache grew sharper with each repeated stroke. My head fell back. “Isaiah! Isaiah!” The sound of his name brought me back. I was with a stranger and acting this out of control? What must he be thinking?
