With his other hand he stroked his thumb along Jasper’s length and let out a soft hum. “I see what you mean,” he said, chuckling at Jasper’s indignant grumble. “Do you have toys at home?” he asked, slipping two fingers into Jasper before he could answer.
“No,” he gasped. “Just a plug.”
“And you can’t get off while using it?” He curled his fingers and pressed against Jasper’s prostate.
“Is that really important?”
“It might be. If you’ve already tried getting off while being filled, this could be a waste of time.” He punctuated his words with a third finger and a firm thrust, humming softly in approval at Jasper’s pleading groan.
“I ha-haven’t.”
“We’ll try that, then.”
“Try what?” Jasper asked, but Vincent ignored him as he pulled his fingers out and stood to push the rack with the curtain back to Jasper’s shoulders for more room. The gown followed a moment later, baring Jasper’s stomach and chest.
As tempted as he was to torment Jasper’s nipples, he decided to leave them alone for now. Instead, he got his pants open and a condom in place.
“Wait. What are you doing?”
“Shh, relax,” Vincent soothed as he gripped Jasper’s hips and dragged his ass an inch off the table. “You’ll feel a bit more pressure,” he said and pushed inside, gritting his teeth against the intense pleasure. More intense than usual.
Jasper let out a sharp moan, his thighs straining against the bindings, and Vincent gave in to his need to get his mouth on Jasper even if it meant breaking character.
He leaned down and licked Jasper from stomach to nipple before sinking his teeth into it. Jasper’s yelp only served to urge him onto the other nipple, and a few thrusts later he was coming like he was a decade younger and had little control over his body. With a silent curse he dropped his forehead to Jasper’s chest to catch his breath.
He’d meant to last at least long enough to make Jasper beg, but apparently that was too much to ask for.
Jasper shifted beneath him with a breathless, “That didn’t work.”
Vincent huffed a laugh against Jasper’s stomach and carefully pulled away. “I guess we’ll have to try something else.”
Chapter 9
FUUUUCK, THATsounded like a threat and a promise both, and Jasper was more than ready for it. Not being able to see what Vincent was doing even though he wasn’t blindfolded was a whole new level of torment. If not for the way his cock was trapped, he would have been begging for release by now. Especially with how much Vincent was into the whole doctor thing.
He almost regretted not trying something like this before, but kink hadso muchto explore that he doubted they’d ever run out of scenes. Certainly not now that he knew role-play was something Vincent enjoyed. Trying to get Vincent to admit to liking or wanting anything was frustrating on a good day, so Jasper definitely cataloged his reaction to playing a doctor. They’d have to try another setup or two while on vacation.
But first they needed to finish this one and hopefully get him off.
When Vincent cupped his balls and squeezed he groaned. “You call yourself a doctor?” he gasped with far less heat than he’d intended. “Taking advantage of your patients when you can’t even get me off?”
Vincent’s dark chuckle sent tingles down Jasper’s arms. “I’ll get you off. You won’t be leaving until I do.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Though with the curtain filling most of his vision, he couldn’t see much of anything and had to rely on his other senses. Like the warm pressure of Vincent’s hands on his thigh and the sudden lack of restraint around his cock.
His moan of relief quickly turned to a sob of frustration when Vincent kept hold of him so he still couldn’t get it up. “No,” he whined, biting his lip against begging. He shouldn’t beg. He was a patient. If anything he should be irritated and scathing. “What kind of quack doctor are you anyway? Fucking your own patient. I should report you to the board.”
“But you won’t,” Vincent replied, sounding amused, the bastard.
“You don’t think I will?” He stifled a gasp as something tight slipped over his cock.
“I know you won’t, because I’m about to solve your little problem.”
Jasper’s indignation about hisso-not-little problem died in his throat when whatever Vincent put on him began moving. Or sucking. He couldn’t quite tell which and didn’t care because it felt amazing. His eyes rolled back as pleasure surged through him. For a moment he was left dizzy; all his blood rushed down to his cock as it finally got the freedom it deserved.
A long groan tore out of his throat, followed by another, then a gasping whimper. If he’d thought Vincent’s orgasm was quick, it was an eternity compared to how fast Jasper approached the edge. And then was left there when the amazing sensation disappeared, leaving only the tight constriction of whatever Vincent attached to him.
“No,” he sobbed.
