Garrett had moved the plates around so both were in front of him and Wyatt now had plenty of room to kneel beside him. The only thing that would make it better was if he was naked with just a collar on…or maybe a collar and a cock cage. The image made him shiver. He might have had too many fantasies that started just like this.
“Should I ask what you’re imagining? If I had to guess, I would have to say it was probably naughty.” Garrett’s voice came out slightly husky and from Wyatt’s position it was easy to see the Dom was turned on.
He thought he might die if Garrett made him tell his fantasy out loud. “Um. Do I have to, Sir?”
Garrett laughed and shook his head. “Not this time. In the future, yes. I would love to know what you were picturing.”
That made Wyatt blush, and he ducked his head. “Thank you.” He was relieved at the reprieve, but he also didn’t miss the way the Dom hinted at other dates.
“You’re welcome. And thank you for dinner. This looks amazing. I don’t even know where we should start.” Garrett picked up his fork and speared a piece of meat. “One fork or two?”
“One.” He would have said that even if Garrett was a walking flu virus. Just knowing his mouth was going to touch the same place as the Dom’s made him giddy. It was a total fangirl moment again but he couldn’t help himself. This scene could have been in any fantasy he’d had since moving there. But this time it was real, not just in his head.
Garrett speared a piece of meat and brought it to Wyatt’s mouth. It tasted as good as he’d hoped but he was more worried about what Garrett would think. He didn’t have to wait long. As soon as the Dom had fed Wyatt, he took a bite for himself.
“This is wonderful, Wyatt.” His hand reached out and ran over Wyatt’s head, ruffling his hair in a soothing caress. “You’ve done an incredible job with dinner. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.”
Garrett went back and forth feeding them but eventually, they were both relaxed enough that he put the fork down. Picking up one of the carrots with his fingers, he brought it to Wyatt’s mouth. Wyatt couldn’t help himself. Gently taking the carrot with his lips and teeth, he sucked in Garrett’s fingers, cleaning the sweet glaze off.
He couldn’t help the little shiver that raced through him as he ran his tongue around the long digits. Peeking nervously up at Garrett, he was pleased to see how much the Dom liked it. The arousal in his eyes and the long outline of his cock made it obvious how much he wanted Wyatt.
Releasing Garrett, Wyatt carefully chewed the carrot then gave the Dom a little smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” Garrett didn’t seem to mind because the next piece of meat he gave Wyatt was covered in one of the tangy sauces.
He couldn’t leave the Dom a sticky mess. A good sub wouldn’t do that. So the only thing he could do would be to make sure he thoroughly cleaned him off. The burst of flavor from the sauce and from Garrett made him moan. Licking and sucking his fingers clean, Wyatt tried to let him know just how much he wanted to please the Dom.
They slowly worked their way through dinner, Wyatt taking longer and longer each time to taste not only the food, but the Dom as well. There wasn’t a lot of small talk. Garrett just seemed to be enjoying the food and feeding Wyatt. For Wyatt, he was happy with whatever the Dom wanted.
It had been so long since he’d been able to serve anyone like this, if the only thing he did all night was kneel by Garrett’s side, it would count as a wonderful date. He didn’t understand it when he was younger, but this was where he was happiest. His submission made him feel complete.
When the food was gone, Garrett turned in his chair and looked down at Wyatt. The Dom reached out and ran his fingers through his hair again, smiling. “Let’s go sit together on the couch. As incredible as you look kneeling there for me, Sweet, I don’t want you to hurt later.”
Reaching out to take Wyatt’s hands, Garrett helped him up from the floor. Keeping one of Wyatt’s hands, Garrett started walking them over to the couch.
“I have some dessert in the kitchen. May I go get it for us?” The fruit and sauces would hopefully be something else the Dom might feed him.
Garrett squeezed his hand, looking reluctant to let him go. “Yes. I’m curious to see what else you planned.”
He fought the urge to squirm and hoped he didn’t look ridiculous. “I’ll be right back, Sir.”
Hurrying to the kitchen, Wyatt was glad he’d already arranged everything earlier. Grabbing the bowl of fruit out of the fridge and the cups of sauce that were warming in the oven, Wyatt put them all on a little tray and carried it out to the living room.
Garrett had moved the side table around to the front of the couch. He gave the couch a pat and smiled at Wyatt. “Come sit with me, Sweet.”
The Dom was sitting on one side of the couch and the small area he indicated definitely wasn’t enough room for Wyatt to sit by himself. Setting the tray on the table, he squeezed between the two pieces of furniture and looked at Garrett, waiting for instructions.
Taking his hand, Garrett pulled him down so he was sitting with his back against the armrest, his legs lying over the Dom’s muscular thighs. Perfect. Wyatt leaned his head against the back of the couch and watched as Garrett looked at the food.
“Fruit and what are these…Ah, let’s see. Those look good.” He glanced at Wyatt. “Are they too hot to touch?”
“No just warm enough to keep them melted. That one is milk chocolate, the next one is caramel, and the last is white chocolate.” Wyatt expected Garrett to pick up one of the pieces of fruit but he took Wyatt’s hand instead.
“I need to see which one I like best first.”
Wyatt let Garrett bring his hand over to the little bowls. Carefully using one of Wyatt’s fingers, Garrett dipped it in the milk chocolate and brought it up to his mouth. It had to be one of the most erotic things Wyatt had ever experienced.
