“Come on up.” Alistair scooted his chair back and guided Noah up into his lap.
Noah sat down sideways because of the arms of the chair, and he snuggled up against Alistair’s strong chest, firmly resting his head on his shoulder. He liked how powerful Alistair’s arms were as they wrapped around him, and he let himself melt in his embrace.
Alistair stroked his back, turning to kiss Noah’s hair. “My good boy. My very good boy.”
It should have been awkward to be held like this, but it was comfortable. After all, Noah was hardly a dainty little flower. He was actually taller than Alistair though not nearly as broad, but he still felt safe and warm, and he was totally confident Alistair wouldn’t let him fall.
“Now,” Alistair said, “I’m going to lay you down on the table. You’re going to spread your legs and be a good boy for me while I take what I want from you. If you’re good, Daddy will let you come. I even have a special present for you.”
“I’ll be good, sir,” Noah promised with a sleepy smile. His mouth was still a bit sore from the earlier exertion, and his speech was slightly slurred. He licked his lips, saying more firmly, “I’ll be very good, sir.”
“I know you will be, dear Noah.” Alistair kissed his hair again. “After we’re done, we’ll go see your DJ and enjoy the rest of the evening together.” He stopped rubbing Noah’s back. “But you will not have another drink tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
Noah smiled as Alistair picked him up—fuck, he was strong—and effortlessly laid him out on the table. He stretched out, his ass hanging off the edge as he spread his legs. They found a perch on Alistair’s shoulders, and he gasped as Alistair’s slick fingers probed his asshole.
“I may take you to work with me.” Alistair pushed in slowly. “Put you under my desk to keep Daddy’s cock warm. Would you like that, dear Noah?”
“Yes, sir.” Noah breathed out a contented sigh. “I would… very much.”
It was too easy to imagine sucking Alistair’s cock while he took important phone calls or conducted meetings while Noah was hidden away where no one could see him. It was filthy, and fuck, Noah wanted it so much.
He didn’t know where this exhibitionist streak was coming from, but it powered his lust in a way nothing else had before. It made every thrust of Alistair’s fingers more intense, and Noah moaned at how easily his body opened up for him.
He reached down to grab the edge of the table, and he nearly knocked over a brown paper bag. He distantly recognized it as the same bag Alistair had brought home before and realized that’s what Junior must have been sent to fetch. It also explained where the lube came from, but there was something else in it.
Alistair moved the bag aside, his thick fingers never losing rhythm. “Don’t worry about that. That’s for later.”
“Mmm… okay.” Noah had no idea what it could be, and it was hard to think with Alistair fingering his hole so perfectly. The stretch was good, slick, and he was soon longing for more. He could hear the bass from DJ Quigs’ music, but he couldn’t even place which song it was. The more pressing sound was the thud of his heart up in his ears, drowning everything else out except the sound of Alistair’s voice.
“Such a good boy for me,” Alistair said. “You’re so very beautiful. There’s so much I’m going to teach you. So very much… you’re going to learn everything. Daddy is going to make sure you’reperfect.”
“Teach me, Daddy,” Noah whispered. “All of it.”
When Alistair finally pressed his cock inside of Noah, he did feel perfect. The wet slide and sweet drag within his most intimate parts drew out several excited moans, and Noah melted down into the table. His head was fuzzy as if he’d been drinking, but he’d sobered up some time ago.
No, this was something else.
It was a mellow sensation, a feeling of complete surrender that alleviated all of Noah’s cares and worries. The deep thrust of Alistair’s cock was the only thing that mattered, the pleasure encompassing his every thought. He was being good, so very good, and the rush of pride that flooded his chest took his breath away.
Alistair grabbed Noah’s ankles and spread his legs wide, continuing to pound into him with steady slams. He pressed in deep, rolling his hips slowly before starting up again, now bending Noah’s knees up to his chest.
Noah inhaled sharply, his panting building up to a loud moan at the new level of penetration. The sting in his cheeks from Alistair’s strong hand was still throbbing away, and Alistair’s thick cock stretching out his hole was a satisfying accompaniment. He could lie back, relax, and just get fucked.
He’d nearly forgotten this was meant to be a punishment.
Alistair’s hips sped up, snapping with awesome force, and he squeezed Noah’s thighs. He was fucking Noah so hard that he was scooting him up the table, and Noah had to grab the edge to hang on.
“There we go,” Alistair urged breathlessly. “Hold on tight, dear Noah… almost there. Hold on, sweet boy. Mmm,there.”
Noah groaned when he felt it—the warm rush deep inside his body, the extra slick slide from Alistair’s load filling him up. He loved how Alistair stroked his thighs and grabbed his hips, giving him a few lingering thrusts to savor the fading bliss.
“Good boy.” Alistair didn’t pull out yet, and he leaned down to claim a kiss.
Noah hugged Alistair’s neck, and he kissed him back unhurriedly. He wanted to come, but he was enjoying this too much. He didn’t even notice Alistair reaching for the bag until he heard the crinkle. “Mmm, what’s that, sir?”
