Noah pushed himself down, shifting his hips in little circles and making himself cry out.
Mickey was pulling on the belt in Roger’s mouth and forcing his back to arch, continuing to fuck him like a damn machine. Noah honestly didn’t think anybody could fuck like that, and he couldn’t stop watching and trying to emulate them.
There was no way he could keep up, and his legs were turning into jelly. He threw his head back, trying to get going again, moaning softly in frustration. “Fuck… I wanna…”
Alistair seemed to understand what he needed because he suddenly fucked up into Noah’s ass roughly. He fell into the same rhythm as Mickey and Roger, holding onto Noah’s hips as he pounded his ass.
“Ah, God! Yes! Fuck! There, there, there!” Noah wailed, surrendering himself to Alistair’s cock. He was full and hot, and the sensation was heightened by the stunning visual before him.
No, fuck, the visual that was now rightnextto him.
Mickey had dragged Roger over to the other side of the couch, forcing him up on his hands and knees, fucking him from behind. They’d changed positions so quickly Noah hadn’t even seen them move.
Was that why they called Mickey the ‘Shadow’, Noah wondered deliriously.
The thought was lost when Alistair’s hand came down on Noah’s ass, forcing him to yelp and clench down on the dick thrusting away inside him. The tension deep within made his very core ache, and every one of his senses was totally overwhelmed: the sounds of his own coupling alongside Mickey and Roger’s, the scent of sweat and red wine, the touch of Alistair’s hot hands and his thick cock plowing his ass, and the taste of his own hot, dry mouth from gasping in pleasure.
It was wonderful.
“Mmm, turn around,” Alistair commanded. “Come on. Daddy wants to see you.”
Noah grunted as he lifted himself off Alistair’s lap, willing his legs to cooperate as he spun around. He kicked off his pants and underwear, losing his shoes with them in a bunched-up pile on the floor. He straddled Alistair’s hips, hanging onto his shoulders to balance himself as he sank back down on his cock.
Alistair helped guide him in, rubbing Noah’s thigh. “There we go. My beautiful boy.”
Right when Noah didn’t think any of this could be any more intense, he found himself staring into Alistair’s bright blue eyes. They were looking at him with such pride and longing that Noah’s heart fluttered, and he immediately grinded down, trying to express a fraction of the emotion he felt for this man.
It was then he forgot all about Mickey and Roger, and he leaned in to kiss Alistair, sugary slow and sweet. The entire room disappeared—the club, the music, all of it—and it was just the two of them, there together on the couch.
The heat remained boiling between them, but the energy had shifted. Neither one of them was showing off or trying to compete with the other men present here now. The focus was now only on each other, and Noah melted into every passionate kiss and eager touch.
Alistair slid his hands up Noah’s shirt to stroke his back, dragging his fingers across his spine as they moved together, their bodies syncing up like they were riding the crest of a wave. Noah was getting hot and sweat was prickling his skin, and he suddenly wanted his clothes off. He scrambled to unbutton his shirt and keep his lips locked with Alistair’s, groaning when Alistair slid his hands around to help him.
“There, there you go.” Alistair skillfully popped each button open except for the one at the very top behind Noah’s tie, and he spread his shirt open to grope Noah’s muscular chest.
Noah pressed his forehead against Alistair’s, watching his hands move over his nipples and down his abs. Noah kept rocking his hips, savoring their connection, and he dragged his fingers up into Alistair’s curls. “Yeah… like that, sir? You like that?”
“Mmm, yes.” Alistair kept petting Noah’s stomach, arching up into him to meet him for every slam. “You’re going to make Daddy come, sweet boy… ah…” He leaned back against the couch, and he shifted his hands to Noah’s thighs, squeezing encouragingly. “Go on. Use Daddy’s cock to get yourself off. Come on.”
“Yes, sir.” After sliding his hair back from his brow, Noah leaned back and braced himself on Alistair’s knees. He spread his legs, tilting his hips up and grinding on Alistair’s cock. He didn’t lift up at all, instead pushing down to maintain a steady pressure and push himself toward the edge.
Watching him hungrily, Alistair continued to stroke and pet his thighs. “There you go, dear Noah. Keep going. A little faster now.”
Noah obliged, using his stomach to power his hips, circling here and there to increase the intense pleasure. He became keenly aware that Mickey and Roger seemed to be finished, lying together over there on the couch and watching him fuck Alistair. It should have been more distracting, but he didn’t care.
He wanted to fuckin’ come.
As he picked up speed and fucked himself relentlessly on Alistair’s cock, he could hear someone whistling at him—probably Roger—but he ignored it. He let himself lose control, throwing his head back and groaning with every frantic thrust, pushing his body to its limit to keep up this insane momentum. The pressure inside was winding up tighter and tighter, thundering in his ears and flashing heat over his face. He was so close that he couldtasteit, but he couldn’t quite push himself off the edge.
He was getting self-conscious about what he looked like, how weird this was, did this make him some kind of slut—
“Come for me,” Alistair snarled, his eyes burning into Noah’s. “Get out of your head, look at me, andcome.” As if his stern command wasn’t enough incentive, he slapped Noah’s thigh. “Now.”
“Ah, mmm!” Noah whimpered as the flash of pain sent all sorts of wonderful signals right to his dick. Another smack made him see stars, and it was flooding his brain. He bucked his hips, gave everything he had, and shouted as his climax snatched away his breath.
It was like being pulled abruptly into a pool and then sinking down in a warm, watery abyss. Every muscle contracted, melted, and Noah came hard enough to make his head spin. Each pulse shot across his stomach, and he weakly grinded his hips one final time to cling to the last taste of dwindling pleasure.
“Mmm, good boy.” Alistair patted Noah’s leg. “Go on now. Down on your knees.”
