Page 120 of A Quick Buck

Noah’s hips came right off the couch to chase Alistair’s hand, his cock tender and sensitive, longing for release. “Mmm, I think they’re just fine, sir.”

“Oh, really?” Alistair laughed. “Well, I do hope so. I want you to be a good boy for me even without the threat of a punishment. I have high hopes for you.”

“You do, sir?”

“Of course. But first we have to get this pesky business with your uncle sorted.”

Some of the lusty spell faded when Noah heard that, but his dick was still hard. “Yeah. I know, sir. I need to show you that he didn’t do it. I don’t want you to kill him.”

“I know, sweet boy. And while that is still a possibility, I do not believe it is what will happen.”

“Since when?” Noah frowned.

“Something Odie said.” Alistair continued to pet Noah’s cock. “That last little tidbit about Medina trying to court him the night of the murder. Perhaps it is still a coincidence he happened to take you for the evening instead of some other anonymous partner, but he was looking for more than physical company that night.”

“He was looking for an alibi?” Noah wished Alistair would take his dick out, but he remained as he was.

“Yes.” Alistair’s fingers moved up and down Noah’s cock, slipping down to rub his balls and up between his legs. “And the only person looking for an alibi ahead of a crime is someone with knowledge that it’s going to happen.”

“You think he’s in on it.” Noah breathed in shakily.

“I do. Obviously, he is not working alone.”

“It’s not Patrick,” Noah insisted. “It’s just not.”

“Probably not, but only Patrick himself can answer that.”

Noah slid his hand up Alistair’s thigh, squeezing hard. He was doing his best to stay focused on the conversation, but he wanted Alistair to know how worked up he was getting. “Yeah, got it. Gotta find him. Alive. Yup.”

“Distracted?” Alistair chuckled.

“Very.” Noah boldly moved his hand to feel Alistair’s groin, and he was pleased to find him just as hard.

“I told you I would take care of you later. Which also will provide relief for me.”

“Right, or I can suck your dick right now and relieve myself while I relieve you.”

“A tempting offer, dear Noah.” Alistair’s eyes sparkled. “Refill our glasses, properly, and maybe I’ll allow it.”

“You got it.” Noah practically tackled the wine, but he slowed down when it was time to pour. He tilted the glasses like he’d seen Alistair do and very carefully poured each one. He tried to aim for the magical wide part of the glass or whatever it was Alistair had told him, but he went more than a little over.

“Very good.” Alistair accepted the newly filled glass and gave it a swirl before taking a sip.

After drinking heavily, Noah ran his tongue over his lips and asked, “Yeah?”

“Go right ahead.” Alistair continued to drink his wine, smirking coyly.

Noah chugged the rest of his glass and immediately slid down to his knees in front of Alistair. He undid his belt, touching it almost reverently, considering how it had touched such intimate places earlier. Alistair’s pants did not receive the same special treatment, and he almost popped the button off in his haste.

“Easy, dear.” Alistair smiled. “I assure you that I’m not going anywhere.”

“I just want it.” Noah pulled Alistair’s underwear down and used his lips to take his cock right into his mouth with a groan. He breathed in Alistair’s scent, relishing the taste of hot, smooth skin, and sucked hard.

“Mmm, good boy,” Alistair praised, husky and low.

Noah bobbed his head a few times before pulling off, holding the base of Alistair’s dick and licking all around the head. He ran his tongue up and over the slit, below the ridge, and then up his shaft. He wanted to watch Alistair’s face, and he didn’t break eye contact even as he sank back down.

Alistair seemed to have forgotten about his wine, and he was gazing adoringly down at Noah. He petted his hair, urging him on. “There you go… suck it nice and slow, dear Noah.”