Page 31 of Burner Account

“Oh, fuuuck,” I whispered as his lips met the side of my neck. I’d always loved being kissed on the neck anyway. Tonight, when I was so keyed up I couldn’t think, the brush of soft lips along the side of my throat had me shaking with need.

He grinned against the underside of my jaw. “You like that?”

I took his wrist and guided his hand down to my crotch. “What do you think?”

Whatever his answer, I didn’t catch it, and I couldn’t think about anything, because he ran his thumb along my hard dick, and every thought disappeared from my head.

“Oh God,” I heard myself moan. His lips curved against my throat, and then he kissed my skin again.

I wanted to do something for him, too. As he’d mentioned, my mouth was out of commission.

But that sure didn’t mean everything was.

I twisted toward him a little, and as I ran my palm up his thigh, he sighed against my neck. My first stroke over his clothed hard-on drew a low groan from him that made my whole body tingle with need.

Isaiah reached down and undid his jeans. I didn’t need that invitation spelled out, and I reached beneath his waistband to stroke him with nothing between us.

Immediately, I was almost overcome with the need to have this dick inside me. Not tonight, though. I was already frustrated that we couldn’t kiss. No way in hell were we fucking when we couldn’t make out.

“Do you top?” I asked breathlessly.

Isaiah’s groan was full of need and arousal. “Very enthusiastically, yes.”

“Mmm, good.” I gave him a long, appreciative stroke. “Because I will happily bottom for this.”

“Oh, fuck…” He shivered. “Wish we could tonight.”

Ah, so we must’ve been on the same page about fucking and kissing.

“We’ll get there,” I murmured. “Hopefully sooner than later, because…” I trailed off into a whimper.

Isaiah laughed softly. Then he growled, “The sooner the better.”

That couldn’t come soon enough.

“Lie back,” he murmured.

Ooh, good idea. No more twisting and contorting. And as a bonus, once I was on my back, I had his weight over the top of me. That was so damn sexy, being under him as we stroked each other and his lips explored every inch of my neck. Then onto my collarbone. Then, after we’d pushed my shirt up and off, my chest. I couldn’t reach his dick anymore, but he didn’t seem to mind as his lips skated all over my skin.

“I cannot fucking wait till I can kiss you,” I moaned.

“Mmm, I can’t either.” He circled his tongue around my nipple, then lifted himself up so we could look at each other. “We’ll get to that.”

I squirmed under him, so fucking frustrated I couldn’t claim that gorgeous mouth.

He grinned down at me. “Pretty sure I can get your mind off the fact that we can’t kiss.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

Isaiah kissed my forehead. “Let’s get those jeans out of the way.”

I didn’t object to that all, and between us, we made short work of my pants and underwear. And then…

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Plenty of guys had gone down on me before, but I didn’t think anyone had done it this eagerly. This enthusiastically. It didn’t really get my mind off our inability to kiss, since holy shit, I wanted that talented mouth on mineimmediately, but I couldn’t complain. Not when he was licking and teasing me like that. Not when he made sure my balls got as much attention as the head of my dick. Not when he groaned deep in his throat as if he were the one getting blown.

“Fuck, baby…” I had to grab the back of the couch just for something to hold on to. “That’s so… Ungh.” I stared down at him, and he picked just that moment to flick his eyes up to meet mine. Oh, God, he was hot to begin with. A few strands of hair tumbling over his face as he gazed up at me with pure lust—sosexy.

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