“You fuckin’whore!” Mickey smacked Roger’s ass so hard that it made Noah flinch.
“Noah,” Alistair coaxed, touching Noah’s cheek to direct his attention back to him. “Are you all right?”
“Sorry. I just…” Noah blinked. “Are they really… you know… right there?”
“Probably.” Alistair tilted his head. “Do you want them to leave?” He smirked, his eyes following Noah as he turned back around. “Or do you want to watch?”
Noah’s cock twitched when Mickey’s hand cracked across Roger’s ass again.
“Well?”
“No. I want… I want to watch.”
Chapter 17
Noah had seen some people getting dirty at a party before, and he had definitely walked in on some bathroom shenanigans at many clubs, but actually watching two people going at it only a few yards away?
That was new.
And exciting.
And wow, hot.
Mickey and Roger certainly didn’t seem to mind, and Mickey was spanking Roger’s ass ruthlessly. Roger was moaning with each smack, laughing in between and continuing to taunt Mickey heatedly.
It was like watching porn, but so much better. Noah could see the red handprints rising on Roger’s round ass, and hearing Roger’s moans and panting breaths was an unexpected thrill. It was inexplicably filthy to bear witness to such an intimate act, and Noah couldn’t believe how hot it was getting him.
Alistair urged Noah up into his lap, his hard cock pressing against Noah’s ass.
Noah was now seated facing forward, so he got a full view of what Mickey and Roger were doing, and Alistair’s strong arms wrapped around his middle. He squeezed Alistair’s forearm, asking, “And this… this is really okay?”
“Of course.” Alistair palmed Noah’s crotch. “Mickey, Roger, you don’t mind if we enjoy your little show, do you?”
“Not at all,” Mickey replied huskily. “Having an audience is good for Roger.” He slid his fingers between Roger’s legs. “Isn’t it, slut? Huh? Helps you fuckin’ learn?”
“Yes… Yes, master,” Roger groaned. “I need to learn. I do. I’m always forgetting… mmm… Must be all that dick I’m takin’ on the side. Just rattles my brain—ow! Fuck!”
Mickey spanked Roger hard enough to make Noah cringe in sympathy.
“We will only go as far as you are comfortable, dear Noah,” Alistair whispered, his lips brushing against Noah’s ear. “You are welcome to take in the impromptu entertainment they’ve provided us, but they will not touch you nor you them. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Noah shivered.
“You still belong to me and me alone. You’re Daddy’s.”
“Yes, sir.”
Roger had kicked his way out of his pants, though his boots remained on. He didn’t appear to have been wearing any underwear. He put his hands up on the glass, ass out, head down.
Mickey pulled his belt from his waist, and he cracked the leather in his hand.
It was intoxicating to behold, like something onNational Geographicwhen the big mighty predator was about to leap on its prey. Noah couldn’t look away, and he whimpered as Alistair’s hand slipped down over his cock, still rock hard in his pants.
The collision of leather on bare skin was electrifying, and Noah bucked up into Alistair’s hand as if he’d been the one struck. The welts on his cheeks still burned, serving as a satisfying reminder of what Alistair’s belt had been like only a short while ago. Mickey swung again, and Noah’s moan joined Roger’s as he desperately grinded into Alistair’s palm.
Mickey cracked the belt over Roger’s ass in a series of rapid smacks, in time with the feverish techno music leaking in from the bar. He leaned in to whisper something in Roger’s ear, and Roger visibly shivered. Chuckling, Mickey stuck the belt in Roger’s mouth and pulled out his cock.
Roger mumbled something through the leather between his teeth and reached back to pull his cheeks apart for Mickey. “Mmm… come on. Do it. Fuck me.”
