Vincent caught his expression. “Never used one of these either?” he asked, settling between Jasper’s legs. He set the dildo on Jasper’s stomach, then pushed his knees up and apart.
Jasper groaned, not about to admit to at least having one of those. He dropped the rest of the way to the bed with a shuddery breath as Vincent pressed the thick, blunt head of the dildo into him. His fingers twisted in the covers as it slid inside, filling him more than the plug had. “Feels good,” he moaned, cracking his eyes open to watch Vincent.
Vincent caught Jasper’s eye with a brief smirk, turning on the dildo and giving it a firm nudge.
Jasper arched with a sharp cry, his eyes widening as the dildo vibrated against his prostate. “Oh gods.” He bit his lip when Vincentstarted moving the toy, squeezing his eyes shut again with a groan. Damn. How the hell did Vincent get him going again so easily when he’d already come? “Please touch me, Sir.”
“I think I’d rather watch you touch yourself,” Vincent replied, driving the dildo in deeper.
What the hell? He couldn’t do that. That was way too embarrassing. “No way.”
“Yes,” Vincent ordered, his voice as unyielding as the toy grinding into Jasper. “Hand on your cock, pet.”
Heat spread across Jasper’s cheeks as his hand moved without his permission. His safeword was on the tip of his tongue, but honestly, Vincent ordering him around was hot as shit.
“Good boy,” Vincent purred. “Now show me how you like to be touched.”
Jasper licked his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he moved his hand. He could practically feel Vincent staring at him, and it was both mortifying and arousing as hell. He did as he was told, pretending he was in his own bed and touching himself to the memories of last week. It was easy enough, considering he’d gotten off to nothing else since leaving the club.
The memory of Vincent sucking him off. Of finger-fucking him. Of tying him down and making him submit, and how he’d loved every moment of it. And now of spanking him, leaving his ass warm and a touch uncomfortable against the covers.
Fucking him with a dildo.
His hand was quickly covered with precum, sliding noisily over his erection as Vincent matched his pace with the dildo. Or was he matching Vincent’s pace? Either way it managed to be more than enough to push him to the edge without ever being enough to send him over.
It was exquisite torment and left him moaning and shifting in frustration. “Please,” he whined. Hereallydidn’t want to safeword in case he fucked up again.
“Stop,” Vincent ordered. “Lick your hand.”
Fuck. Jasper whimpered even as he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked it clean. “Please let me come.”
“Patience,” Vincent said, resting his hand on Jasper’s hip. “Eyes on me, pet,” he said, his voice lower and rougher, sending shivers down Jasper’s spine.
Jasper forced his eyes open, watching Vincent lean over him. He tipped his head back, his lips parting as Vincent pushed two fingers past them.
Vincent moved the dildo faster, fucking Jasper’s mouth with his fingers at the same pace. Then he turned the toy on to a setting that made Jasper arch off the bed, tipping his head back with a sharp moan and struggling not to bite down on Vincent’s fingers.
“Close?” Vincent asked, his warm breath gusting over Jasper’s throat in a soft laugh.
“Uh-huh.” Jasper dug his fingers into Vincent’s shirt, heat and pleasure coursing through him. “Fuck,” he whined, bucking his hips. “I can’t—” He couldn’t hold back much longer.
Vincent removed his fingers and found Jasper’s nipple with them instead, then moved his lips to the other nipple and circled it with his tongue. “Come,” he growled as he sank his teeth into it.
“Fuck!” Jasper shouted, coming hard over his own stomach. “Oh fuck,” he gasped a few moments later, slowly melting into the bed as orgasm gave way to lethargic satiation. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Vincent cleaned him up and tossed the dildo where the plug had gone. “Do you do this for your pets, too?” he asked, utterly unwilling to move and fighting the strong desire to sleep.
“Sometimes. It depends,” Vincent replied, stretching out next to Jasper.
“Onnn?” Jasper managed to roll onto his side and snuggle into Vincent’s chest.
“Lots of things.” Vincent scratched his fingers through Jasper’s hair. “The scene. How I feel after. How you feel after. Whether or not you’re about to pass out,” he said dryly.
Jasper grumbled and nuzzled into Vincent’s shoulder. “Not gonna pass out.”
“No?”
Jasper shook his head, the rumble of Vincent’s laugh a soothing vibration against his cheek, and promptly fell asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
