“Good boy.” Vincent pressed his lips against Jasper’s forehead. “Now get on the bed so I can get you off.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
JASPER LETVincent help him to the bed, the plug in his ass a wholly unusual and strange sensation as he walked. He stretched out on his stomach, immediately grinding his hips against the bed. Fuck, he needed friction.
Vincent chuckled and smacked Jasper’s ass before forcing him onto his knees.
Vincent’s pants were rough against Jasper’s thighs, and his breath caught at the press of Vincent’s cock against him. He wanted that. He wanted Vincent to pin him down and fuck him. He bit his lip with a groan, keeping himself from begging for exactly that.
No matter how many times he’d offered last time, Vincent hadn’t taken him up on any of them.
Jasper shivered as warm lips trailed kisses up his spine, closing his eyes with a sigh. That was nice. At least until Vincent bit his shoulder. Fucker. He couldn’t be too upset about any marks, though, considering how much he’d enjoyed finding them last time. He’d relished the phantom aches when he dug a finger into them. At least until they’d faded.
He tilted his head enough to glance back at Vincent, gripping the covers as he wiggled his ass. “I thought you were going to get me off, Sir?” he asked, yelping when Vincent answered by slapping his ass again.
“You mean like this?” Vincent gripped Jasper’s hips and tugged, using his thigh to grind against the plug.
Oh fuck. “Yes,” Jasper gasped. It wasn’t the same as having Vincent inside him, but he could pretend. When Vincent wrapped a hand around his erection, he thrust into it. He was already near his limit again, and despite what he’d said, he really wanted to get off. Now. He shoved his hips back, grinding against Vincent with a whine. “Please let me come, Sir.”
Vincent sat back, pulling Jasper with him so he was leaning against Vincent’s chest. He wrapped one hand loosely around Jasper’s throat while his other hand began stroking again. “You want to come, pet?” he asked, voice low and rough.
Jasper whimpered at the sound of it, at the way it turned his insides hot and squirmy. Made him want to do whatever it took to make sureVincent kept touching him. “Yes. Please, I’m—” He cut off with a groan when Vincent’s fingers tightened around his dick. His hands flailed at his sides until he latched on to Vincent’s arms for leverage, alternating between grinding the plug against Vincent’s thigh and thrusting into Vincent’s hand. “So close, I’m gonna—”
And then Vincent’s hand disappeared, and Jasper wasn’t sure if begging or strangling Vincent would be the better choice.
Vincent tilted Jasper’s head back, bringing his other hand up to Jasper’s lips and smearing precum against them.
Oh fuck no. Jasper turned his head with a strangled sound, but Vincent didn’t let him get away. Part of Jasper wanted to safeword again, and to hell if the scene ended for good, but the way Vincent murmured, “Open up, pet,” into his ear overrode his common sense.
Heat spread through his limbs as he hesitantly opened his mouth, unable to stop the muffled sound of protest as Vincent pressed two fingers past his lips.
He’d never tasted himself before. It wasn’t an entirely pleasant experience, but the quiet hum he felt vibrate through Vincent’s chest made it worth it.
“Good boy,” Vincent purred, rubbing his fingers over Jasper’s tongue. “Suck them clean and I’ll let you come.”
Gods. He’d never imagined anything close tothisin any of his fantasies. Being tied up was one thing. Everyone recognized that as an acceptable kink, right? But this? It was gross and humiliating.
Jasper squeezed his eyes shut and somehow found the ability to swallow. His dick twitched in approval despite what his brain thought, and he sucked Vincent’s fingers until all that was left was the taste of Vincent’s skin.
Vincent pulled his hand free, leaving a wet trail down Jasper’s chest. He slid his palm over Jasper’s erection and then farther, grabbing the plug and giving it a solid nudge.
“Fuck!”
Vincent pushed Jasper onto his hands and knees again, pinned him with a hand to the back of his neck, and fucked him with the plug.
Jasper clutched at the covers and gave himself over to the pleasure. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore as he begged to come, for Vincent to use him, to fuck him, to make him scream. Every time he got close, the plug disappeared and Vincent’s fingers tightened againsthis neck. Once he got his breath back, Vincent would start from the beginning. Slowly pressing the plug back in and working up to a hard-and-fast rhythm.
How Vincent could keep him at the edge of pleasure so easily was beyond him, but he hoped it would never end, even as he desperately wished for release.
And then Vincent pressed against him, pinning him to the bed with his weight and growling into Jasper’s ear, “Come.”
Jasper came, screaming as his body shuddered through a release so intense he missed a few breaths.
“Good boy,” Vincent purred, tugging the plug free and tossing it aside. He stretched out next to Jasper, running fingers through his hair.
“Mmm,” Jasper went limp with a sigh. His eyes drifted closed until he found the strength to roll over and curl into Vincent’s chest. “Ass is warm.”
Vincent chuckled, tightening his fingers in Jasper’s hair. “Will be for a day or two at least.”
