Page 82 of A Quick Buck

Then again, no one would be able to see him if he went under the table.

And he had to do it to be a good boy.

After taking a deep breath, Noah got on his knees and pushed his chair out of the way so he could crawl beneath the table. He felt weirdly small, almost like a little kid, and maybe it was because the last time he could remember hiding under a table was when he was little and pretending it was a fort.

He was still so young in many ways, and Alistair’s promises to teach him held an inexplicable appeal. There was probably something to be said about having dead parents and being in need of a father figure or some crap like that, but Noah cleared his head.

He had a dick to suck.

Alistair already had his cock out, and he spread his legs wide.

Noah scooted close, being mindful not to bump his head as he leaned in to lick up the shaft of Alistair’s cock. He licked all around it, getting it wet so it slid easily into his mouth as he sucked hard. It was hot, silky, and Noah lavished every inch with his tongue.

“Easy, dear Noah,” Alistair urged. “Slow down. I’m not going to come until I’ve finished eating dinner.”

Noah grunted and pulled off suddenly. “What am I supposed to do, sir? I can’t suck you that long!”

“Slow down,” Alistair repeated. “Take your time.” He looked away. “Ah, Frida. How lovely to see you. Thank you so much for waiting.”

Noah froze. Shit. He still needed to talk to Frida about his uncle, but his current position made it impossible. He was going to have to wait.

Frida mumbled something Noah couldn’t quite make out, and then Alistair said, “No, ma’am. It’ll only be me dining tonight. Thank you.”

Noah grabbed the base of Alistair’s cock and ran his tongue slowly around the head. He would figure out a way to get to Frida later. Right now, he needed to focus on giving the longest blowjob of his life. He kept licking around the fat head, short laps up to the tip and around the slit.

He heard Alistair sigh contentedly, and he continued. He treated his cock like an ice cream cone, savoring the warm taste and licking over every thick inch—up and down the shaft, back around the head, and along the ridge. He would have licked Alistair’s balls if he could have reached them.

Frida was back, judging by the clink of a plate above him, and Noah heard Alistair thank her. He kissed the tip of Alistair’s cock, now mouthing his way along to the base with a soft sigh. It was sort of nice to drag this out, and he was not sure when or if he ever had before.

A bit more of a reaction from Alistair would have been nice; all Noah could hear was the occasional sigh or a slight hitch in his breath. Alistair was eating something, maybe a salad judging by the crunching, and Noah’s damn tongue was getting tired. He didn’t know how long he could actually keep this up.

Apparently sensing his frustration, Alistair said, “Put Daddy’s cock in your mouth and hold it there. Don’t apply any pressure, just hold it.”

Noah did as he was instructed, wrapping his lips around Alistair’s cock and sinking down as far as he could while still being able to breathe through his nose.

“Good boy.” Alistair stopped eating long enough to reach down and curl his fingers through Noah’s hair. “Such a very good boy.”

Noah moaned, and his heart skipped over itself. Yes, he was being good. The throb in his cheeks was worth this perfect moment, and he now found holding Alistair’s cock in his mouth like this soothing. He only had to swallow back the spit that kept pooling up, his tongue lazily flicking over the shaft of Alistair’s dick as he did so.

He could do this forever if for no other reason than he was being good.

Soverygood.

Chapter 12

Time actually seemed to slow down, and Noah got caught up in softly sucking Alistair’s cock. He didn’t use any real pressure, only a gentle suckle he found comforting. He was impressed how Alistair stayed hard, even when Frida came back through to serve the main course.

Noah’s head was empty, and he was getting drowsy. Not that he was in any danger of actually falling asleep, but this was a level of relaxation he hadn’t experienced before. He wasn’t worried about anything except keeping Alistair’s cock firmly in his mouth, and he was happy.

His own cock had gone soft, but he didn’t mind. He continued lazily sucking away, only half-listening when Alistair asked Junior to retrieve something from upstairs. He had almost forgotten about DJ Quigs and how angry he’d been, and he was totally content to stay right here with Alistair.

“Mm, here, dear Noah,” Alistair said, his strong hand patting Noah’s head. “You may let go now.”

Noah hesitated but pulled away with a quiet whine. His mouth felt weird now that it was empty, and he peeked up at Alistair from the edge of the table.

“My sweet boy,” Alistair praised as he petted Noah’s hair. “You did so very well for Daddy. Mmm, your little mouth is tired, isn’t it?”

Noah nodded. He wasn’t sure if he could speak without drooling.