Noah focused on sucking Alistair’s cock, riding out every rough thrust, testing the limits of his skills. Spit was pooling in his cheeks and threatening to spill, and he shivered at how Alistair’s nails dragged over his scalp. It was so hot, and he couldn’t get enough of how Alistair was petting him, urging him onward.
Alistair slammed up into his mouth with more force, and Noah struggled to keep up. It was too much, and he tried to pull away, but Alistair had an iron grip on his hair and held him in place. He coughed, managed to snort back a quick breath, and willed himself to keep going.
The back of his throat was getting sore from the relentless pounding, and Noah was certain no one had fucked his face like this before. It was wet from all of his spit, hot and messy, and he could not believe how turned on he was. He should have been ashamed that he liked it so much, but there was no way he could stop.
“Good boy,” Alistair whispered again, breathless and growling.
God, those words made it all worth it. Noah only had to do what Alistair wanted, and he could be good. He ignored the throb in his jaw and the tears running down his cheeks, swallowing back another cough as best as he could. He was getting lightheaded, and his lips hurt from being stretched out around Alistair’s cock for so long.
Alistair’s forehead was wrinkled in concentration, and his breathing was coming in and out in short gasps. His thighs were tensing beneath Noah’s hands, and Noah was sure he was getting close.
Just when he thought Alistair was about to bust, Alistair suddenly stopped and tugged up on his hair.
Noah coughed loudly as he pulled off, wiping away the drool as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were full of tears, and he gazed up at Alistair in awe. He’d never let anyone use him like that, and he was filthy and totally raw inside.
“Perfect.” Alistair leaned in for a soft kiss. “Mmm, so very perfect.”
Not just good; he was perfect.
No amount of drug or drink could compare to this blissful high, and Noah was smiling from ear to ear. All he had to do was listen, the simplest thing in the world, and he could beperfect.
“Yeah?” Noah wanted to hear it one more time, and he groaned when Alistair kissed him again. It was hard to kiss back as tired as his lips were, but he didn’t want to miss a second of affection.
“Oh, yes.” Alistair rubbed Noah’s cheek. “Perfect. You were truly made for this, dear Noah.”
Leaning back, Noah wiped his mouth again. His erection hadn’t flagged since they’d started, and the earlier teasing by the pool was fueling its persistent pounding. “For what? Sucking dick?”
Alistair chuckled. “Perhaps, but I actually meant belonging to another.”
“That’s what this is now? I belong to you, huh?”
“Mmhm.”
“So, you being my Daddy. It’s like dating?”
“I suppose so,” Alistair mused, “but with much higher expectations.”
“And my uncle?” Guilt pricked Noah’s spine, and he could think more clearly now. “Can I highly expect that we’re gonna talk about that?”
Alistair frowned faintly. “I was confident I had given you a satisfactory answer already.”
Noah made a face in reply. “Bringing him here alive is great and all, but you know that’s not what I meant. I wanna talk about this murder shit—”
“Language.”
“Stuff. Whatever.”
“That’s not part of the plan for today.” Alistair scooted the chair back, tucking himself away. “I laid out a precise schedule for us—”
“Come on!” Noah stood, and he used his height advantage to glare down at Alistair. “I suck you off, we talk some, we fuck, we talk some more. How ‘bout it?”
Alistair grabbed Noah by the back of his head, snarling, “Forgotten your place so soon, have you, sweet boy? Allow Daddy to give you a review.”
“Ah, fuck!” Noah nearly crumbled from the force with which Alistair twisted his hair, and he was easily steered toward the bed, collapsing over the side of it like a rag doll.
“You’re my boy now, and you will do as Daddy says.” Alistair shoved Noah’s head down into the mattress. “I’m afraid I’ll need to punish you to help you remember that.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Noah struggled to push away, and he cried out when Alistair’s hand cracked across his ass. The brilliant stinging sensation made him go limp, and he groaned softly. “No, come on… fuck. I’ll be good.”
