“Yes.” Noah groaned. “Like, at the time. I like… I like making people feel good.”
“Is that the only reason you enjoy sucking cock?”
“No. I like it. Makes me feel good too.” Noah shivered, and his body tensed, sweet pressure building between his legs as Alistair’s skilled fingers drove him toward the edge.
“Tell me. What do you like about it?”
“It’s a dick. It goes in my mouth?” Noah grunted when Alistair suddenly stopped jerking him off, and he floundered for more words. “Okay, it’s hot! It’s, it’s always warm, and, and smooth! And I like, I like lookin’ up and seein’ a dude’s face when I’m blowin’ him, and he’s getting really into it.”
“Yes?” Alistair began to stroke him again, slowly now, but it was better than nothing.
“Yeah.” Noah took a deep breath. “It gets me hard knowin’ they like what I’m doing. I wanna do a good job… I want…”
“Go on,” Alistair pressed. “Tell me.”
“I want them to like… me.” Noah dug his nails into Alistair’s thighs, desperate to keep the pressure going. “I want them tostay.”
“Mmm, my poor boy…” Alistair nuzzled Noah’s shoulder. “You’d do anything for someone to care, hmm? For someone to stay with you?”
“Yes.” Noah’s mouth was dry, and all he could smell was sweat and sunscreen. The entire world had disappeared, and he was only anchored to reality by Alistair’s hand pumping his dick hard enough to hurt. He wanted to bust, and he wanted it so badly that his legs were shaking.
“Close, sweet boy?” Alistair rumbled.
“God, yes… yes…yes!”
“Good.” Alistair abruptly halted, tucking Noah’s cock right back into his swimsuit and pulling the waistband up, letting the elastic snap. He stood with a smile, smirking down at Noah.
All Noah could do was gape like a fish while his cock throbbed with the urgent need to release. His balls hurt, his dick hurt, his fuckin’ head hurt. “The actualfuck?”
“Good boys have to earn their treats.” Alistair picked up his cell phone and started back toward the house. “And it is so terribly rude having something important interrupted, isn’t it?”
“Are youfuckingkidding me?”
“Go take a lap in the pool!” Alistair called out. “Sounds like you need to cool off, dear Noah.”
“Fuck!”
“Mm, better take a few!”
Chapter 6
“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Noah muttered to himself, in the pool and hunched up against the side, as he jerked himself off. “Oh, ‘I think you want this’! Fuckin’ asshole! ‘Why do you like suckin’ dick’? ’Cause it’s a dick!”
“You okay over there, Crisco?” Junior shouted, he and Crybaby still lingering by the edge of the patio.
“Fine!” Noah yelled.
Ugh, the moment was lost.
He smacked his dick and pulled his bathing suit back up, growling in frustration.
Well, that hadn’t gone as planned.
Laying his head against the side of the pool, he tried to pinpoint the moment he lost control of the situation. He probably never had it if he was being honest. Alistair knew exactly what to say to dig in deep and make Noah feel so weak.
He had some kind of X-ray vision that allowed him to see every hidden chink in his armor, a skill probably honed from all those many years of experience since Alistair was clearlyancient…
Or maybe you’re just that pathetically obvious.
