“Absolutely.”
Vincent hummed as if considering before lightly smacking Jasper’s hip. “I have a better idea.”
He couldn’t quite swallow a whine—what could possibly be better than having Vincent inside him?—but he obediently got to his feet and watched as Vincent retrieved something from one of the chests. Then he followed to the bedroom and sprawled out in the center of the bed.
“Hands above your head,” Vincent ordered as he fished out the lube from the covers, then settled beside Jasper without reaching for any of the restraints hidden beneath the mattress.
Jasper did as told, though he was surprised and worried that Vincent wasn’t restraining him like usual. He caught a brief glance at the thin glass plug as Vincent coated it before slowly pressing it into him. It wasn’t nearly large enough to do more than tease, but the heat in Vincent’s eyes was enough that he didn’t complain.
All thoughts of complaining or anything else evaporated when Vincent wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking, his thumb pressing right beneath the head.
“Deep breaths, pet. And no moving.”
Jasper failed to stifle a whimper and squeezed his eyes shut to focus on his breathing. Vincent didn’t touch him anywhere else, slowly massaging Jasper’s frenulum with his thumb. He wanted to thrust into Vincent’s hand or rock his hips to nudge the plug, but he managed to keep still. The pleasure built at an agonizingly slow pace, to the point he was begging for more within minutes.
Vincent’s low chuckle sent tingles up his spine, and Jasper couldn’t help the way his fingers curled tight in his own hair and tugged. He tipped his head back and groaned as he imagined it was Vincent pulling, relishing the tingles along his scalp.
“Pleeease,” he whined, his hips instinctively lifting to push into Vincent’s touch before he could stop them.
Vincenttsked and landed a light slap to his balls. “I said no moving, pet.”
Jasper yelped, his eyes flying open at the mix of pleasure and not-quite pain that shot low into his belly. That was a new sensation, and he suddenly wondered why he’d ever marked CBT as a limit if it felt anything like that. He wanted to ask Vincent to do it again, but the words stuck in his throat. Something must have shown on his face anyway, because Vincent chuckled as he dragged his thumb over the head of Jasper’s cock.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked in that low voice that never failed to send shivers of anticipation through Jasper.
“Uh-huh,” Jasper breathed, curling his fingers tighter in his hair. “Please, Sir. Do it again,” he whispered, trying to ignore the heat creeping into his face. The way Vincent stared at him as hiseyes darkened almost made Jasper combust on the spot, but the two quick slaps that followed were even more intense.
Between the occasional jolt of sharp pain-pleasure from his balls, the fingers slowly tormenting the head of his cock, and the earlier spanking, Jasper was riding the edge within minutes. Every time he got close, Vincent’s hands would disappear, leaving Jasper hard and aching and desperate enough that his eyes pricked with tears. “Please,” he begged, over and over again, nearly sobbing with the frustration until Vincent gave him the friction he needed to finally fall over the edge.
He arched as he came with a sharp cry of relief before dissolving into a breathless laugh. Tremors of pleasure cascaded through his entire body as he sank into the bed. He tried to fight the drowsiness that swamped him, but by the time Vincent had cleaned him up and settled beside him, Jasper was practically unconscious. His last coherent thought was that this had turned into his best birthday ever.
Chapter 3
WAKING NEXTto Jasper had quickly become one of Vincent’s favorite aspects of having the brat in his home. So when he woke to find Jasper gone and likely making a mess of his kitchen, he was as disappointed as he was satisfied. He stretched, rolled over to find his phone, and squinted against the backlight. Late morning already, so no excuse to let himself fall back asleep.
With a groan he rolled out of bed and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Then he headed downstairs to find Jasper, clad in boxers and a tee, finishing his usual misshapen pancakes and slightly overcooked eggs. One of these days he’d need to take some time to teach Jasper to properly cook them, but for now he settled for wrapping his arms around Jasper’s waist and breathing in his scent. The ends of Jasper’s hair were still damp from his shower, and his skin still smelled like Vincent’s new cedarwood-and-lemon soap. It didn’t quite suit Jasper, and he found himself missing the usual citrusy mango scent.
Jasper turned his head to press a quick kiss to Vincent’s cheek before scooping half the eggs onto a plate with two pancakes and handing it over. “What’s the plan for today?”
Vincent set the plate aside to retrieve the blueberries from the fridge. “Making reservations for vacation, for one. Do you have a preference on when?”
“After the concert? It’s next Friday I think,” Jasper said, filling his own plate and pouring syrup over his pancakes and eggs.
That was likely too soon to hope for, but he’d call Zach directly to see what they had available. God forbid he try to book online; he’d never hear the end of it. “Double-check afteryou eat,” he said, drizzling some honey over his pancakes before settling at the table.
Breakfast was quick. Jasper was apparently too excited about the prospect of two weeks away from home to do more than inhale his food before racing upstairs to find the concert tickets. Less than a minute later, he was back at the table and shoving them in Vincent’s face.
“Next Friday!” Jasper bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting for Vincent to take the tickets before snatching up his abandoned plate and taking it to the sink.
Vincent shook his head, glancing at the date on the tickets before he finished eating. “You want to try for that Saturday?” he asked, getting up to hand his plate over. He found a magnet on the fridge and pinned the tickets to the top corner.
“Yeah, that should give me plenty of time after we get back to get ready for the new semester.”
And enough time for Vincent to adjust any living arrangements, though he kept that to himself. He may have offered a second contract, but it was still too early to be considering letting Jasper move in with him, even if Vincent was starting to suspect Jasper’s current living situation wasn’t the best for him.
He pulled his phone out as he headed down the hall to his office and called Zach.
It rang four times before Zach answered with an exaggerated gasp and a “I didn’t know ghosts could use the phone! This is amazing! What’s it like on the other side?”
