“Look, I don’t think I can do this now—”
“You can, and you will,” Alistair said sternly. His tone and the firm way he gripped Noah’s hair left no room for debate. “You’re going to suck my cock until I’m satisfied that you’ve earned the privilege of being fucked. If you behave, then you’ll be able to come. Once we’re done and you are presentable, we will attend your little party so I can show everyone what a good little boy you are… do you understand?”
Noah shuddered, the thick grasp of desire seizing him once again and eroding all of his hesitations. Yes, he could do all that. He could be good. He could be so very good.
“Yes, sir.”
“Go on then, dear Noah.” Alistair leaned back, keeping a hand in Noah’s hair. “You may suck Daddy’s cock now.”
“Yes, sir.”
There was no turning back now.
Noah quickly undid Alistair’s belt and unzipped his pants, reaching in to grab his cock. It was thick, heavy, hard, and the very sight made his mouth water. He bowed his head and immediately latched on, sucking hard and fast and—ah, fuck!
Alistair had pulled his hair again. “Slowly. Don’t rush. You’re not some whore trying to hurry up and finish to go jump on the next one. Take your time, use your tongue more, and watch your teeth.”
Noah knew he was good at this, and he bristled at the strict instruction. Even that bastard Medina had complimented his oral skills, and he was determined to show Alistair what he could do.
He tried again, running his tongue earnestly around the fat head of Alistair’s dick before sinking back down, his lips stretching to fit as much as he could into his mouth. He did go slower this time, and he experienced an instant surge of pride when he heard Alistair say those magical words:
“Good boy.”
Noah found a comfortable rhythm, coming up and sucking around the head before going back down with a steady swirl of his tongue. His jaw was aching from Alistair’s intimidating girth, but he was being good. He was making Alistair happy.
“Such a good boy,” Alistair praised him again, petting his hair sweetly. “You really do like sucking cock, don’t you?”
“Mmm…” Noah moaned around his mouthful.
“You look lovely like this. I can see how hard you’re trying. All you want to do is be good and please Daddy.”
“Mmm.”
Noah kept sucking, and he grunted when Alistair’s hips lifted from the chair, pushing his fat cock deeper into his mouth. He swallowed around the urge to gag, breathing in quickly through his nose.
“Look at me,” Alistair ordered.
Whining desperately, Noah obeyed. His eyes were damp, and it was awkward staring at Alistair while he fucked his mouth, and yet…
Alistair looked years younger, relaxed, and he was smiling. He was more handsome in that moment than Noah had yet seen him. His smile only grew as he buried both of his hands into Noah’s hair. “There we go… my sweet boy. Mm, you’re really quite marvelous. Trying so hard to be such a good boy for Daddy.”
“Mmm…”
“Yes, I know,” Alistair panted. “Keep going. You want me to stay with you, don’t you? You want Daddy to take care of you, hmm? You want to be Daddy’s good boy, don’t you?”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Noah had never wanted anything more.
No one had ever offered him anything beyond a fun time for a short while without it being a lie and breaking his heart. Alistair was not a good man, that was obvious, but he had been honest with him so far.
Yeah, like about wanting to kill your uncle…
Maybe Alistair would break his heart, but Noah wanted to believe this could be real. It had barely been a day, and he was already falling so fast. He’d gotten attached to partners quickly before, but this was different.
He didn’t just want to be with Alistair; he wanted to belong to him completely. He wanted everything he was offering—to learn how to tie a tie or how to pour wine the right way, to be adored and always taken care of.
In that moment with his mouth full of hot cock and his thoughts fogged with desire, nothing else mattered.
