Page 80 of A Quick Buck

“Right here, dear Noah.”

“And then what?”

“Well.” Alistair laughed. “You’ll have to wait and see what Daddy has planned, won’t you?”

Noah’s fingers were shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, and his ears burned as he heard the murmur of the party guests behind them. Alistair had let go of his hair now, so he could stand, shucking off his soiled shirt to a cascade of whistles and cheers.

Alistair was right behind him so that most of Noah’s stripping was obscured, but Noah was too tipsy to appreciate it.

All he could think about was everyone watching him, and he couldn’t explain why it was getting him so hot.

He was angry at Alistair for demeaning him like this, but he couldn’t refuse him. He couldn’t disobey now. The urge to make it all better, to get back to the happiness they’d shared arm in arm by the pool, was too much to ignore.

He wanted to be a good boy.

“Go on,” Alistair prompted. “You will not be needing your clothing for dinner, dear Noah.”

Noah grimaced as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. “Yeah? You’re gonna let everybody see me like this, sir?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Alistair chuckled. “You love knowing they’re all dying to get a peek at you. You enjoy showing off your body. You always have, I imagine. You know how beautiful you are.”

Noah shuddered as Alistair reached around to stroke his chest, his nimble fingers going right for his nipples. They were already hard, and Alistair squeezed each one until Noah whimpered quietly.

“The problem you have is that you give it all away far too easily,” Alistair went on, waiting for Noah to drop his pants before continuing. “That desperation to be loved, the void inside of yourself that you’re so eager to fill with men and alcohol, leads you to make very poor decisions.”

“Like you, sir?” Noah challenged. It was hard to be cheeky in nothing but his underwear—underwear that couldn’t hide his hard dick—but he did his best to remain defiant.

Yes, he wanted to be good, but Alistair’s words had set a wild fire burning inside of him. He hated what Alistair was saying because he knew it was true, but he could change. He could be better.

Fuck being easy.

“That remains to be seen, dear Noah.” Alistair sounded like he was smiling. “Our union was born from some very unique circumstances. Perhaps you’re only attracted to me because of the undue stress, or perhaps you know I can offer you something that no other man you’ve had before me can.”

“And what’s that?” Noah bit back a groan when Alistair grabbed his hips and smacked his ass sharply. The crowd behind them cheered, and Noah quickly added, “Sir?”

“Loyalty.”

“Loyalty?” Noah breathed out the word, and he was uncertain why his pulse was racing faster now.

“Yes.” Alistair tugged at the waistband of Noah’s underwear and whispered in his ear, “Being your Daddy means I will not callously abandon you as your uncle did nor will I cast you aside after I’ve taken my fill of pleasures from your body as Medina and so many others have before. You’re my boy now… always.”

“Always?” Noah’s head swam with the implications of such a commitment, and his cock throbbed. It was so sweet a promise he dared not believe it, but God how he wanted to.

“Yes, dear Noah.” Alistair drew back. “Now, finish undressing and go to the dining room. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Those people watching…” Noah’s lashes fluttered, and he grabbed the top of his underwear, preparing to pull them down. “Really gonna let them be a part of this, sir?”

“I promise you the only thing that they will lay upon you is their envious gazes.” Alistair chuckled. “No one will ever touch you. Only me.”

“Okay, sir.” Noah finally pushed his underwear down, bending over a bit to kick them off.

Behind them, the onlookers cheered and whistled, and someone shouted out, “Nice ass!”

“Fuckin’ look at that shit!” called another.

Noah didn’t dare turn around as he marched forward to the dining room.

The intense attention made him blush, a deep red now spreading down his neck to his chest. He had always liked being the center of attention, but being totally bared was different. It was arousing and humiliating all at once, and he wondered if Alistair would let the partygoers come to dinner.