Chapter 11 #3
“Isaiah!” I cried out, and he groaned again, beginning to fuck me with his tongue faster.
His tongue really was long. I felt it deeper than I was expecting, the sensation different from being penetrated by a penis, but a vague echo of it.
I let out a choked sound as I watched his head bob between my legs.
He slowed as if catching himself, his tongue retracting. “Fuck, baby. You’ve got me so hot for you. I didn’t mean to skip right to that. Did you like my tongue fucking you?”
I tried to catch my breath. “I’m not sure.”
He hummed in his throat, nuzzling between my legs, his nose brushing my clit and making my body tense up at the spike of pleasure. “Can’t neglect your clit. It’s begging for some attention, isn’t it? You want me to lick your clit?”
The ache there was so intense. “Yes,” I admitted, my hands twisting the fabric of the comforter.
“Let’s figure out what you like. What happens if I tease you a little, circling it?
” He dipped down, the way he licked me making me want to shift closer.
I moaned, my head falling back. “That’s a good start.
What about little flicks of the tip of my tongue right where you want it?
” The ache tightened into something that was too much, making it impossible to catch my breath as I tried to twist away.
“Hmm, not your favorite. Let me slow it down. Flatten my tongue. Long, slow strokes.”
As he licked me, my thoughts leaked away.
I was making little grunts in my throat as I tried to rock into his mouth.
He didn’t stop this time. He kept up the steady strokes, and my legs began to shake.
I couldn’t pull in a full breath, and my chest heaved as something twisted inside of me, tight and aching.
Was I going to come? With this stranger? The thought had my eyes opening as the ache flickered.
“Seriously, Hailey? You’re getting exactly what you said you wanted, and you still can’t come?”
Chills raced through me as I flinched, the rising tide inside scattering to nothing.
“Fuck you, man!” Isaiah was on his feet, stomping over to where Neil sat.
I rolled over to my side, my legs curling up by instinct, hiding the view of my vagina.
Neither of them looked at me, though. Isaiah had grabbed the back of Neil’s neck, hauling him out of the chair. He dragged him to the door.
I pushed my skirt down as he pulled it open, shoving Neil into the hallway. “You’re done, man. Some people can’t learn.”
“She’s my girlfriend! You can’t—”
“Get downstairs. She’ll meet you down there when we’re done, if she even wants to.” He shut the door in Neil’s face, sliding the hotel lock in place.
“I paid for the damn room!” Neil shouted through the door.
I rose shakily to my feet, looking at where the man I barely knew stood with hands clenched, blocking the door.
Neil didn’t shout again. Footsteps stomped down the hallway toward the elevator.
Isaiah continued to stand there, his chest heaving.
I shifted toward where my purse had fallen near the bed. My phone was in my purse.
He took a shuddering breath. His hands unclenching, and he turned around. His eyes widened when he saw me standing, my legs shaking.
“Shit. I scared you. I was just so pissed at him. I swear you were about to come when he decided to be an asshole.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “No, he was an asshole the whole time. You deserve better, Hailey.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay. I probably wouldn’t have come anyway.”
His eyes narrowed as he studied my face. “You really believe that?”
I shrugged, looking away.
“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?
“You okay? What happened?” He lifted his head, staring up at me. His mouth was glistening again.
My hands fell away. “Sorry. I sounded weird.”
“Calling my name?” His lips twisted into a smirk. “I told you, baby. My dream is for you to be chanting my name as you come. You do that and I’m going to completely lose it.” He dipped his head, licking my slit.
He’d lose it? What did that mean? That he’d come in his pants? The idea of that was so hot.
His tongue started doing that teasing circling, the one that made me want to hold his face in place and hump it.
I clenched my hands on the comforter instead, staring down at him between my legs.
I blinked, taking him in. It was like I didn’t recognize him.
He could be anyone with his head bent like that.
His hair looked like it had a bald spot. I hadn’t noticed that before.
“You still with me?” Isaiah asked, lifting his head.
“Aren’t you tired?” I asked. How long had he been licking me? His jaw must be aching.
Isaiah laughed, pressing a kiss to my clit that had me arching into him. “Don’t worry about me. I can do this all night.” His hands stroked my ass, making me gasp at the tingles it created.
“There you are,” he breathed out, before going back to circling my clit.
The sensation took longer to build this time, the ache more muted. My hands stayed clenched in the comforter instead of grabbing for his head. I couldn’t help but try to writhe as it grew, a moan slipping out. I needed more.
As if the moan was a signal, his tongue flattened, and he stroked right over my clit again. Sensation spiked, my legs beginning to shake. That had taken longer than last time. How long had we been doing this?
Was Neil even waiting anymore? Had he left me here?
The sensation fizzled and scattered, tears rising to my eyes.
“Fuck,” Isaiah muttered, his forehead resting against my stomach.
I cringed. He must be getting so frustrated. Was he going to get angry again?
“Stop. Let’s stop.”