“I would fucking love that, baby,” he answers. “Would you make me desperate to come in your mouth?” “I would—” “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!” the emcee for the night shouts into the microphone, startling both Wyatt and me away from each other. “Shit,” he whispers while softly looking back at me. Shit is right. What the hell were we just doing? Did I tell him I’d lick the underside of his cock?
