Izzy stood up too, his hips swinging as he moved toward Wyatt. He pulled out the nearest chair, and set it down in front of Wyatt. Sat in it, and drew Wyatt’s feet into his lap. Drew off his shoes one by one and dropped them onto the floor, and then slide his hands up Wyatt’s thighs, looking for his underwear.
Wyatt panted as he lifted his ass off the table so that Izzy could pull his underwear off.
“You might have to lie back for me, sweetheart,” Izzy said.
Wyatt did. The table wasn’t exactly comfortable, but his body was too alight with tension to even notice that. And then Izzy curled his hands around Wyatt’s ankles, and set his feet on the arms of the chair, His breath was hot on Izzy’s prickling skin as he lifted the sundress and ducked his head underneath it.
Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut, certain that if he actually looked he’d lose it way too early.
He arched off the table as Izzy pressed his mouth against his inner thigh, and Izzy caught his ass in his big hands, and pulled him closer to his mouth. Wyatt was expecting him to go for his dick, but then he felt hot breath against his taint, and the sudden, shocking lick of Izzy’s tongue.
“Oh,shit!” Wyatt’s back arched so much he thought he’d snap his spine.
“Mmm.” Izzy licked his taint again, and then his hole. “Fuck, baby. You taste good.”
Like, that couldn’t be right. It was his ass. Wyatt was pretty sure it tasted like, well, ass. But he was in no mood to argue as Izzy’s tongue lapped gently around his hole, making everything weird and wet, and then jabbed inside.
A shudder ran through Wyatt, and he reached down to pull his dress out of the way so he could get to his dick. The sight of Izzy’s head bobbing a little as he worked his tongue into Wyatt’s hole was almost more than he could handle, and Wyatt grabbed the base of his dick tightly in an attempt to stop from coming too soon.
Because, holy shit. He was lying on the dining room table, the lights from the chandelier dappling his skin, and Izzy was eating him out. This was, without a doubt, the hottest and the kinkiest thing Wyatt had ever done in his life. It felt good to be shameless.
Izzy pulled back for a moment. “Come on, sweetheart. Make yourself come for me.”
Wyatt arched off the table as Izzy worked his tongue inside him again. He jerked himself off. The first few strokes were dry, but his dick was leaking so hard that it didn’t take long for everything to get slick. He was coming before he even knew it, jackknifing off the table and crying out as he painted his torso with cum.
And then Izzy was tugging him gently forward onto the chair, so that Wyatt was straddling his lap.
“Oh, fuck, baby.” Izzy nuzzled his sweaty temple. “That was so hot.”
Wyatt, too busy trying to get his breath back, could only nod.
* * * *
They ate cupcakes in the bathtub, and Wyatt flushed as Izzy moaned with delight.
“This one’s my favorite,” he announced, licking cream cheese frosting off his fingers. “This red one.”
“You said that about the last one,” Wyatt laughed, leaning back against Izzy’s chest.
Izzy grinned down at him. “The last one was my favorite too.”
Wyatt reached awkwardly for the plate of cupcakes sitting on the hamper they’d dragged over to use as a table. “Try the funfetti.”
Izzy took a bite. “No, this one. This one is definitely my favorite. Jesus, when you start selling these, you’ll make a killing.”
Wyatt wrinkled his nose. “Maybe.”
“You will,” Izzy said. “They’re amazing.”
“They’re not as fancy as a lot of cupcakes.”
Izzy shifted slightly, the movement sending waves against the sides of the tub. “Most of those are gross. You have to scrape the frosting off to even eat them.”
“That’s what I think too!” Wyatt settled back against Izzy and closed his eyes. “I want to get a place, probably in Yucaipa. But I don’t know how much it would cost to fit out a bakery. And I don’t know if I could get a loan. And I don’t know if—”
“Then find out,” Izzy said. “And I’ll bet your dad knows that stuff, right? Or knows people who do. Maybe he’d even go guarantor on the loan. I mean, I don’t know much about your family yet, Wy, but I do know they won’t even let me fail, and they barely fucking like me.”
“Lettie likes you.”
“Yeah, but she’s not the one I need to like me.” Izzy huffed, but he was smiling. “Anyway, she’s not going to like me for much longer if we don’t eventually get out of this bath and feed her dogs.”
Wyatt nodded and made to sit up.
Izzy pulled him back, and put an arm around him. “But not before I try one more cupcake.”
Wyatt laughed and picked one for him.
