“Shit,” Isaiah exhales when he climbs onto his knees, eyes focused on the crotch of his pants. “Did you…” “Come?” he finishes the sentence for me. “Yeah.” “From…” This confident man holds no apology in his gaze when he looks up at me, devilish smirk tilted on his lips. “From eating you out. Watching you come. Hearing my name as you did. I couldn’t help it. You turn me on, Kenny. It shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that I came in my fucking pants like some inexperienced dork seeing as you know exactly how obsessed I am with you.”
