Great. He wouldn’t be able to sit without popping a boner for a week. Jasper sighed as he relaxed beneath Vincent’s fingers, enjoying the way his entire body felt heavy.
“What do you want for your reward?”
Oh yeah. He’d managed not to come until Vincent told him to. With a drawn-out hum, he considered his options. He was tempted to ask Vincent to fuck him, but he had a feeling that was not within the rules. “Can I see you again? Outside the club?” he asked, toying with a button on Vincent’s shirt.
“Like a date?” Vincent asked with a soft laugh.
Jasper tilted his head back to look at him. “Do you date?”
Vincent hesitated, wrapping his fingers around Jasper’s and tugging them away from the buttons. “Not in the traditional sense.”
That sounded intriguing. Jasper wriggled closer, toying with Vincent’s fingers instead. “What would a date with you be like?”
“That depends.”
“On?”
Vincent curled his fingers through Jasper’s hair again. “On what it is you’re actually asking for.”
Jasper swallowed and stared at the exposed skin beneath Vincent’s throat. Whatwashe asking for? He might have told the others he wasonly interested in some decent sex for a few weeks, but that was definitely turning into a lie. He wanted more, even though he knew it was a horrible idea. So much more.
He always wanted more than what anyone else was willing to give. That was the problem. If even Shayne had dumped him, there was no way he stood a chance with Vincent. There was nothing between them. This was probably just a job for him.
He wasn’t willing to give up these weekends by asking for too much. Not yet.
“Never mind,” he said, releasing Vincent’s fingers. “I should get going.”Way to make things awkward, dumbass.
“All right,” Vincent replied, standing to retrieve Jasper’s clothes. He stopped beside the bed and straightened the clothes out without handing them over. “Jasper,” he said, clearing his throat. “Are you interested in something more than me getting you off once a week?”
Jasper froze, his heart skipping a few beats while he tried to remember how to breathe properly. “More?” he whispered, not quite believing Vincent’s “more” and his “more” were the same. He sure as hell didn’t think Vincent meant a relationship.
“Like you becoming my pet. Outside of the club.”
Jasper swallowed, finally looking up to meet Vincent’s eyes. “What exactly would that mean?”
“That depends on you and your needs,” Vincent replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and setting Jasper’s clothes between them. He raised an eyebrow when Jasper squinted at him. “As a sub. Being tied up, for one. Orgasms, obviously. I assume you enjoy sex by how many times you begged me to fuck you last time,” he added dryly.
“Obviously,” Jasper replied, making a face when Vincent flicked his thigh.
Vincent slid his palm up Jasper’s chest, resting it against his throat. “Being my pet would be like it is here, only more intense. I’m told I have particular tastes.”
Jasper shivered and leaned into Vincent’s hand. He couldn’t help the soft groan at the sudden need that burned through him. He’d be fucking stupid to say no to this. “Yes,” he whispered, hating how it sounded like a plea.
Vincent pulled his hand away with a soft snort. “Think about it for longer than five seconds,” he said, sliding off the bed.
“You’re leaving?” Jasper asked, hating the flutter of panic and barely resisting the urge to grab on to Vincent’s wrist. “Did—did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Vincent said, turning back to Jasper after draping his jacket over his arm. “But if I stay, I’ll be tempted to have my way with you again.”
The sound of that made Jasper’s dick valiantly attempt to return to life. “I’m already yours,” he murmured. “At least for the night.” He didn’t miss the way Vincent’s gaze raked over him, shivering beneath the scrutiny. “Please, Sir,” he whispered, spreading his knees for balance and clasping his hands behind his back. It was a position he’d caught Matt in a few times, and he’d liked the feel of it when he tried it out in the privacy of his bedroom.
Vincent let out a soft hum of approval, tossing his jacket aside again. “That’s a good look on you.” He tangled his fingers in Jasper’s hair and forced his head back to capture his lips in a kiss.
Jasper opened up eagerly beneath Vincent’s tongue, clasping his hands tighter to keep from latching on to Vincent and making sure he didn’t try to leave again. When Vincent squeezed the oversensitive flesh of his ass, he moaned. He’d definitely be popping a boner in the middle of classes like this. The sad thing was, he wasn’t sure he cared.
Vincent pulled back and studied Jasper a moment before he let go and moved to the chest. “Lie back.”
“Yessir,” Jasper said, breathless as he stretched out on his back, propping up on his elbows to watch. His eyes widened when Vincent pulled out a purple dildo and proceeded to cover it in lube.
