Page 152 of A Quick Buck

Noah really did trust Alistair. He truly thought this thing between them was real.

No one had ever taken the time to help Noah see his own self-worth before—especially after they’d already had sex.

He and Alistair’d had sex and then some, and Alistair kept coming back for more.

It meant something.

It just had to.

“Such a very good boy for Daddy,” Alistair praised upon his return, finding Noah exactly as he’d left him.

“Thank you, sir,” Noah said. “I wanted to be good for you.”

“I see that. Daddy is very proud of you.” Alistair sat down behind Noah on the couch, giving his bared ass a little rub.

Noah couldn’t turn his head to see what it was, but he knew Alistair had brought him something. He didn’t worry about it then, too pleased with Alistair’s compliment to care. “I really do wanna be good. Even when… I’m not.”

“I know, sweet boy.” Alistair patted Noah’s hip. “Come on now. Lean your elbows on the table there. I’m going to move our drinks, and we’re going to finish watching the movie. Do you understand, hmm?”

“Yes, sir.” Noah was confused. “But… what about my surprise?”

“Oh, don’t worry, dear Noah.” Alistair was definitely smiling now. “You’ll get it.”

Noah pushed himself up into the desired position, waiting for Alistair to finish relocating their glasses before getting comfortable. He leaned over the table on his elbows, still on his knees and arching his ass up.

Alistair pushed the button on the remote to start the movie again, but he didn’t make any other immediate movements.

Noah let his brain relax, focusing in on the movie and trying to remember the details of the plot. There was something about the lawyer and a telegram. That was important. The importance, however, was lost when Alistair rubbed lube between his cheeks, playing with his hole.

“Daddy,” Noah whimpered, trying to rock back into his touch. His erection had flagged in Alistair’s absence, but it was quickly recovering.

“Pay attention, sweet boy,” Alistair urged. He sounded so innocent, as if he didn’t currently have his fingers swirling around Noah’s asshole and then pushing in.

“Mmm…” Noah did his best to watch the movie, and he managed to stay relaxed even as Alistair thrusted two fingers in his ass. Alistair was going slow, patiently, and he could almost ignore it after a few moments.

He watched the film, tried to put the puzzle together, and even the burn of his spanked cheeks faded as Alistair’s fingers relentlessly worked him open. There was a third, then a fourth, and the stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was enough to make Noah moan.

Alistair kept going, fucking him with almost his entire hand with steady strokes, and Noah wanted to scream for release. The urge to behave was enough to trump his lust, and his physical desire was reduced to a low throb. He could hear the wet sounds of Alistair’s fingers, the soft puff of his own panting, but he stayed on task and watched the detective prepare for his final confrontation of the suspects.

Within this lull, he was happy. Alistair was giving him his complete attention, and he’d become entranced by the film and the wild impulse to solve the mystery.

Beneath his fuzzy thoughts, he knew he had a lot to work on. Not just because he was sleeping with a gangster, but because that gangster had brought up a lot of good points. Noah had never gotten over the death of his parents, but they had abandoned him long before they died. There was a void in his life that had never been filled, and he’d tried everything under the sun to make himself whole again.

But nothing—no amount of dick or drug or drink—had made him feel as complete as being with Alistair did.

“Doing all right, my sweet boy?” Alistair asked politely.

“Good, sir.” Noah didn’t know when he’d sagged back down so low on the table, but he was now having trouble keeping his head up and his dick was leaving a wet spot in his underwear. “I’m so good.”

“Are you ready for your surprise?”

“But Daddy… I… I’m supposed to… watch the movie?”

“Ah, but you also have a surprise, dear boy.” Alistair pulled his fingers out, pulling at the edge of Noah’s asshole and tugging him open. “Mmm. And aren’t you just so pretty. Look at that. How splendidly your body gives it up for me.”

“Yes, sir.” Noah smiled shyly. “Felt good. I just… mmm… let go.”

“Good.” Alistair was clearly pleased. “You’re being so perfect for me. Get ready for your surprise.”