Page 24 of A Quick Buck

“Good boy.”

Noah closed his eyes, inhaling shakily as his pulse pounded away in his dick. He was calmer now, though his body still tingled with adrenaline. His muscles were shaky, like he’d just run a marathon or something, and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath.

“Listen very closely, dear Noah,” Alistair said sternly. “You’re going to get yourself off right here.” He slowly stroked Noah’s hole. “Go on.”

Noah started to reach down to grab himself, but Alistair spanked him. “Ow! Fuck, what did I do?”

“No hands. Just hump the table. Go on.” Alistair let go of him, but he patted his arm as if to remind Noah how easily he could subdue him.

Now freed, Noah’s mind raced with indecision. He could easily get away from Alistair now. He didn’t have to hump the damn table like a dog. He could go.

But he wanted to be good…

Rolling his hips forward, he rubbed his cock against the table. It created a pleasant pressure, and it felt good to get some friction.

“There we go,” Alistair urged, rubbing Noah’s cheeks. “You’ve been acting like a complete animal and now you’re going to come like one. Do you understand?”

“Yes… yes, sir.” Noah kept going, grinding his cock faster. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d come like this, and he focused on the building pressure deep inside of himself.

A flash of embarrassment lit up his face when he heard someone come into the room.

“Are you ready for dinner, Mr. Star?” It was Jamie, that servant guy.

“Not quite yet,” Alistair replied. “I was just sorting out some matters of etiquette with dear Noah here.”

Noah wanted to melt into the floor. He couldn’t imagine how foolish he looked, his ass hanging out as he tried to rub one out on the table. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jamie, and he whimpered quietly.

“Please apologize to Frida.” Alistair slid his hands up Noah’s ass and squeezed his hips. “I don’t mean to keep her waiting, but this is taking a bit longer than expected.”

“It’s no problem at all, sir,” Jamie said. “Take all the time you need, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Knowing he’d been seen made Noah more desperate, and he rocked against the table faster. The heat within was burning white hot, and this insane humiliation was making him ache. He wanted to come, he wanted this to end, he wanted everything to be over with.

“You’re doing well.” Alistair withdrew for a moment before returning to grab Noah’s cheeks, spreading him wide again. His thumb was now wet, nearly breaching Noah’s entrance before pulling away at the last moment. “Your asshole is absolutely perfect.”

“Oh, f-fuck…” Noah tried to push back on Alistair’s hand, rocking between his touch and the table, his breath starting to catch. The tease of Alistair’s finger made him groan, and he had to have more. He didn’t care how pathetic it was—he wanted to come.

“Go on,” Alistair urged, his thumb returning to stroke over Noah’s asshole. “Mmm, I can see you twitching. Your little asshole is dying for something to fill it, isn’t it? Hungry, mm?”

“Yeah,” Noah breathed as he thrusted against the table hard enough to shake it. “Fuck, yes. Please, I’m just, I’m just so fuckin’ close—”

“Come for me.” Alistair pushed his thumb in, deep and holding. “Come for me, dear Noah.”

The sudden pressure tore a cry from Noah’s lips, and it sent a bolt of pleasure right to the head of his dick, and he came. His body pushed forward with such force that his feet left the floor, and he grinded his dick into the table as he unloaded all over it.

God, he had to be making such a mess—could everyone hear him moaning? Did they know what Alistair was doing to him? He came even harder at the thought, inhaling sharply as he fought to stifle his cries.

“Good boy.” Alistair rubbed Noah’s ass cheek approvingly. “Now, you’re going to be so very good for our dinner, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

Chuckling low, Alistair took his seat at the head of the table. “Now. Before we start dinner, I’ll need you to clean up your mess.”

Snorting, Noah pushed himself up and quickly fixed his pants. His face was still hot, and he wiped away a thin sheen of sweat from his brow. “Yes, sir. Whatever.” He looked down at the smear of cum on the table. “What do you want me to do? Lick it up?”

“Perhaps later, but for now let’s use a napkin, hmm?”