Page 166 of A Quick Buck

“There we go, sweet boy,” Alistair soothed, fucking Noah’s throat with more force. “I’m going to spank your cock. That’s what a little brat like you deserves.”

Another slap forced Noah to moan, muffled as it was around Alistair’s cock sliding into the back of his mouth. His cock ached, throbbed, and there was an element of danger that drove the heat of the moment to scorching levels.

The next spanking was right on the head of his cock, and Noah’s eyes watered. The pounding left behind in the wake of Alistair’s hand made Noah want to come immediately, certain that a few strokes would be enough to do it, but he couldn’t touch himself.

He had to be a good boy.

He lay there and took it all, each spanking lighting up the head and shaft of his dick until his entire length felt raw. Alistair’s fat girth was stretching his mouth wide open, and he had to focus or else he was gonna choke.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” Alistair panted, his thrusting becoming erratic. He leaned over Noah and braced himself on the bed, fucking his throat fast and hard. “Mm, there we go… get ready, sweet boy… here it comes.”

The warning was still not enough to prepare Noah for the thick load flooding his mouth, and his entire body jerked as he gagged. He tried to swallow, coughing and then groaning as some of it spilled out around his mouth.

Alistair slowed down, pulling out briefly for Noah to catch his breath and swallow. He then pushed back in, only halfway, rubbing Noah’s stomach encouragingly. “Come on, sweet boy. Take that cum, hmm? Take it all down for Daddy.”

Noah’s throat was still scratchy and sensitive, but he sucked on Alistair’s cock to get every last drop. His head was light from hanging like this for so long, and choking certainly hadn’t helped. He was relieved when Alistair was finally done, and he ran his tongue over his lips to clean away the remaining mess.

He’d done it. He’d been good.

Noah struggled to sit up, grunting as the room spun around him from moving too quickly. “Son of a bitch!”

Alistair was right there to help right him and press a searing kiss to his lips.

Noah melted into his embrace, his own erection forgotten as he gave himself over to Alistair’s hot mouth. The taste of cum passed between them with slick swipes of their tongues, and Noah moaned softly.

By the time they parted, Noah was throbbing and out of breath.

Damn.

Alistair’s hand was on him then, jerking him off with short, quick strokes. “Come on, sweet boy. Come for Daddy, hmm? You were incredible. Now come on. Give it up for me. Give it to Daddy.”

Noah thrusted into Alistair’s hot grip, and it was embarrassingly fast. He didn’t care. Alistair’s velvet tones and skilled touch were an irresistible combination, and Noah groaned excitedly as he came.

Alistair pushed his cock against his belly to direct the thick squirts there, and he kissed him passionately.

Noah hung his arms on Alistair’s shoulders, though he was careful to avoid the dressing this time, and he let out another happy groan. “Mm, can we wake up every morning like that?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Alistair teased, swatting at Noah’s hip. He tucked himself back in his underwear and smirked. “Now, go shower. Get dressed. I was serious about making breakfast.”

Noah took over the bathroom to get ready, not the least bit surprised to find clothes waiting for him on the newly made bed when he was done.

It was a pair of white linen pants and a purple tunic, absolutely hideous, but seemed to fit all right.

He really needed to get his own shit from the house.

Heading downstairs, Noah passed a snoring Crybaby camped out on the sofa and Erasmus leaned over in one of the chairs by the fireplace. Erasmus’ eyes were peeking open, but he also appeared to be asleep.

Of course he slept with his eyes open.

Creep.

Noah hurried into the kitchen, finding a humble space that was decorated like an old 50’s diner with lots of chrome and alternating shades of mint green.

Alistair was at the stove, frying bacon with an apron over his ensemble for the day—grey pinstripe jacket and pants with a lavender shirt and silver jewelry. He glanced back when Noah came in. “Ah, very good. The clothing fits. You look very handsome.”

“They’re totally hideous, but yes, they fit. Thank you.”

“Sorry, I’m fresh out of whatever twenty-somethings like to wear these days.” Alistair went back to his bacon.