Chapter 39

Hot and tight and wet, and Wyatt made that noise again. “Izzy. Shit, shit!” He panted for breath. “I’m gonna come!”

Izzy leaned back. He licked his lips again. “Isn’t that the point?”

Okay, yeah. Wyatt blinked down at him. “I guess.”

Izzy grinned.

“What’s it taste like?” Wyatt asked, his heart pounding.

Izzy shrugged his shoulders. “Like dick?”

“I mean, is it gross?”

“It’s okay.” Izzy tilted his head. “You wanna keep asking questions, or you want me to keep blowing you?”

“Keep blowing me,” Wyatt whispered. “Please.”