Jasper toed his socks off and kicked them to the side, the rest of his clothes following a moment later. Only when he was by the door did he realize it overlooked part of the hiking trail they’d used. The chances of someone wandering close to their cabin were slim, but not zero. The papers they’d signedmentioned the explicit nature of the resort, and that by staying they agreed to the possibility of seeing others in various states of undress or involved in scenes, sexual or otherwise.
He’d never considered being watched before, at least not outside of the club, but Vincent had kept their scenes private. Either in a room at the club or at home. Did Vincent want to show him off? That possibility sent an interesting thrill through him, even more than the fact that Vincent apparently wanted to put a tastefully nude portrait of Jasper on display.
He turned when Vincent joined him, his gaze snagging on the leather cuffs. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but cuffs seemed too simple for something called predicament bondage. “Is that it?”
“No,” Vincent said but didn’t elaborate. Instead he pressed the fingertips of his free hand to Jasper’s stomach and backed him against the door.
The cool glass against his skin made him shiver, but Vincent’s lips on his warmed him quickly, and when Vincent ordered him to turn and put his hands behind his back, nerves and excitement heated him even further. A soft moan escaped him when the cuffs were secured, and he caught Vincent’s smug expression in the reflection as he let his forehead rest against the glass.
Vincent put a hand beside his head, but it took a moment for him to notice the quarter beneath Vincent’s finger. “Here’s the predicament,” Vincent murmured, his low voice in Jasper’s ear sending goose bumps all down his arms. “Hold the coin against the glass with your nose. If you let it fall, you don’t get to come.”
“What?”
“Can you do that?”
It sounded easy enough, and he wasn’t about to back down now. “Yes, Sir.”
Vincent chuckled. Maybe it was Jasper’s imagination, but it sounded skeptical. He wondered what he’d missed, but he’d be fine. Even if he dropped the quarter, he was sure he’d still enjoy whatever Vincent had planned. Maybe more so.
Vincent moved the quarter close enough for Jasper to press his nose against. Almost immediately he realized this was a trap. Without his hands he couldn’t balance, and he was forced to smush his nose against the glass along with his forehead to ensure he didn’t let the coin fall. Keeping the quarter from moving took enough focus that he didn’t realize Vincent was putting a cock ring on him until it was secured, and then Vincent gripped Jasper’s hips and kissed down his spine.
That was mildly distracting, but Jasper managed to keep his face and the quarter against the glass. At least until Vincent sank to his knees and spread Jasper’s cheeks, followed by hot breath between them. Shock and disbelief shivered through him. Vincent had never even given him a blow job without a condom in place. Surely he wouldn’t—
The moment Vincent’s tongue touched him, Jasper’s entire body jerked as if he’d been shocked. He rocked onto his toes with a sharp, eager moan, his breath fogging the glass. When that delicious heat and pressure vanished and Vincenttsked, Jasper realized his nose wasn’t pressed against the glass anymore, and the quarter was nowhere to be found.
“Shit,” he gasped, slumping against the door with a whine.
Vincent slid his body against Jasper’s as he stood. “I take it you truly understand now?” he murmured, dark amusement in his voice.
“Such a dick, Sir.”
“You like it.” Vincent pressed the quarter to the glass and slid it closer to bump against Jasper’s nose. “You can have one more chance. Do you still think you can do it?”
“Not if you put your tongue on me again,” he grumbled.
“Pity. Here.” Vincent bumped the coin against his nose again.
Once Jasper was settled, he focused on breathing and staying still and not on the sound of the lube popping open, which worked up until Vincent had two fingers inside him. Then he was screwed. Figuratively and innuendoly.
The glass fogged to the point he couldn’t see anything, and the condensation made it slippery. Somehow he managed to keep the quarter in place, even when Vincent slid both hands up Jasper’s chest and tormented his nipples for what seemed like hours. As much as he wanted to give in to the pleasure and simply enjoy whatever Vincent wanted to do with him, he had to keep the coin from falling.
It wasn’t even about getting off at the end at that point. He’d already dropped it once, and Vincent let him have a second chance. He couldn’t fail again.
Then Vincent ripped open a condom a moment before his zipper rasped open. Jasper braced himself as best he could but still couldn’t keep his body from arching in pleasure as Vincent pushed inside him.
The coin slipped, but he caught it with his lips, which made it hard to breathe when he was already gasping for air.
“Good boy,” Vincent murmured in Jasper’s ear, sliding his hands over Jasper’s chest and tweaking his nipples again. “But can you keep it there?”
He attempted to answer, but it came out as muffled nonsense, then turned into a long moan when Vincent began thrusting. Slow enough not to pull Jasper away from the glass, hard enough he was forced onto the balls of his feet to keep steady. The chafe of the cuffs was almost pleasant but too distracting on top of everything else.
The glass became slick from his desperate breaths. The quarter slipped, and he caught it with his chin, but it was nouse. He couldn’t properly enjoy himself when he couldn’t move freely. Or as freely as his restraints allowed.
As he pushed back to meet Vincent’s next thrust, his head slipped down and his chin came away from the glass far enough for the coin to fall free. He whimpered softly but with almost as much relief as disappointment.
Behind him Vincent froze, then pressed forward to pin Jasper bodily against the door with a softtsk. “Looks like you won’t be getting off.”
Jasper didn’t care. Not when he could finally focus on Vincent taking him apart. “Shut up and fuck me, Sir,” he gasped, pushing his hips back with a pleading moan.
