The pool and surrounding patio were packed with guests, colorful lights were flashing from around DJ Quigs’ booth, and the infectious electronic bass was pounding loud enough to make the windows of the house rattle.
It was glorious.
Noah waded through the crowd with Alistair at his back, Crybaby and Junior clearing the way so they could stand in front of DJ Quigs himself. It was here Noah spent the rest of the night dancing, half-hard and wild from the thrilling music. He was especially pleased that Alistair danced with him, though perhaps not as exuberantly. It was still nice to roll his body back and be met with a strong pair of hands and grinding hips, perhaps a promise of what was to come later that evening.
In an effort to show Alistair he was attempting to be a better person, or at least less rude, he tried to find out where Landon was so he could thank him for arranging the party.
Oddly enough, there was no sign of him.
Not that Noah really cared. Landon wasn’t his problem or his friend. His only concern now was shaking his ass and gyrating to each and every tantalizing bass drop.
And grinding back on Alistair, of course.
As the hours ticked by and the party reached its apex, Noah found he couldn’t take the presence of the plug any longer. What had started as a mere annoyance was now bordering on agony. The slightest movement created enough sensation that he nearly went to his knees, and the heaviness between his legs needed attention. He needed this damn thing out, and he needed to come.
Alistair was more than understanding and whisked Noah away to take care of him. When the stairs were too much to traverse, Alistair simply picked Noah up and carried him the rest of the way to the master bedroom. It was almost romantic when Noah didn’t consider that Alistair himself was responsible for this misery.
“My sweet boy,” Alistair soothed as he laid Noah down in bed and unbuttoned his pants. “Come on, let’s get these off.”
“Fuck,” Noah breathed as Alistair expertly divested his lower half. “Sorry, but I really mean this one.Fuck.”
“I’ll allow those.” Alistair chuckled, sliding his hands down Noah’s bare thighs. “Did you have fun, hmm?”
“Yeah, but I’m ready for that thing to be out.” Noah laid his head against the pillows, and he groaned as Alistair began to pull on the plug.
“Easy… here we go.”
There was an increase in pressure as the widest part of the plug stretched out Noah’s hole, and his hips jerked. “Ah, mmm…” The rest of the plug slipped out effortlessly, and he was possessed with the inexplicable urge to touch himself. He had to reach down and feel what it had done to him.
“Here. Spread your legs for Daddy.” Alistair guided Noah’s thighs apart, his eyes intently focused down between them.
Noah brushed over his asshole, surprised how soft and puffy it was. The tender skin was more sensitive, and he groaned when he realized he could slip in two fingers without any resistance. “Holy fuck.”
“I’ll allow that one as well, but you’re pushing it.” Alistair set the plug on the bedside table and turned back to Noah, settling down between his legs. “Would you like to come now, dear Noah?”
“God, yes, please! Please, Daddy!” Noah whined loudly. He wanted to reach down and grab his dick, now fully hard from the mere mention of release, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.
“Go on,” Alistair urged. “Touch yourself.”
Noah immediately took himself in hand and stroked himself rapidly, bucking up into his palm, his thighs already tensing—
“Ah, ah…”
Damn.
“Slowly.” Alistair bowed his head and kissed Noah’s asshole, his tongue flicking out to trace around the swollen flesh. “Go slowly, dear Noah.”
Having Alistair’s tongue righttheremade Noah want to go any which way but slow, though he did make an effort. He had to bite down on his lip to keep from cursing, blowing out a puff of air through his nose as Alistair’s tongue pushed inside of him. It was hot, wet, and he couldn’t get over just how easily Alistair could penetrate him.
Alistair fucked Noah with his tongue in short bursts, withdrawing to lick all around his hole before plunging back inside. It was filthy and wet, and Noah’s hand crept back up in speed. It was too good, too soft and wonderful, and he wanted to come so badly he ached.
“Please, please,” he pleaded. “Sir, Mr. Star, sir. God, lemme come. Please, I need to come.”
“Go on,” Alistair whispered, licking over Noah’s hole greedily. “Go on and come for Daddy.”
That was all Noah needed to hear.
He squeezed his cock, pushing his thumb against the head as he stroked, faster and faster and faster—mmm, there. He came, almost violently, his orgasm making his vision fuzzy and his head throb, staring down as his load squirted all over his chest. His hips had lifted right off the bed, and he landed back down with a stunted gasp. He whimpered as Alistair’s tongue continued to probe and lick, and he had to grunt, “Mmm, please!”
