Vincent continued stroking until he’d milked every last bit of cum out of Jasper. Then he swiped up some of the mess and pressed his fingers into Jasper’s mouth while he was still trembling with the last of his orgasm.
Jasper obediently licked them clean, nuzzling into Vincent’s palm with a deep sigh.
When Jasper closed his eyes a moment later, his body slowly going lax, Vincent wasn’t surprised in the least. Jasper might be able to get it up a few times in one night, but his stamina vanished after an orgasm. He shook his head, contentment settling in his limbs as he ran his fingers through Jasper’s sweat-damp hair.
He waited a few minutes for Jasper to drift off completely before maneuvering him enough so that he could get up. Once he wiped Jasper down, he draped a light blanket over him and headed downstairs to finish cleaning up the kitchen. He locked the doors and flipped off the lights, grabbed Jasper’s bag, and headed back upstairs. Vincent grabbed a water from the fridge and set the items on the table, letting Jasper rest while heshowered. When he’d changed into a pair of sweats and an old shirt, he returned to the playroom to find Jasper sitting up with an empty bottle.
Vincent propped his shoulder against the doorframe. “All right?”
Jasper licked his lips, twisting the bottle cap on and off and looking anywhere but at Vincent. “Yes.”
“Come here,” Vincent said, raising an eyebrow when Jasper stood with the blanket wrapped around him. “Leave the blanket.”
Jasper made a soft sound of protest, but he dropped it to the couch. The excited eagerness from earlier was gone. Now he seemed shy and uncertain as he stopped in front of Vincent.
“The bedroom is behind me on your right. The bathroom is down the hall on your left,” Vincent said, tipping Jasper’s chin up to meet his eyes. He liked this hesitant version of him too. “Shower and come join me in bed.”
Jasper shivered and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Vincent tugged Jasper closer and kissed him soundly. “You have ten minutes,” he added as he pulled away and moved to the bedroom. He smirked as he heard Jasper scramble down the hall, the shower coming on seconds later.
The next two months were certainly going to be interesting.
CHAPTER TEN
TEN MINUTES.That was more than enough time for a shower, though the moment the water hit Jasper’s ass, the shock of the sting was almost paralyzing. And that was a novelty he hoped never wore off.
He couldn’t believe he’d finally been spanked and fucked like he’d wanted so badly the past few weeks. And Vincent was as good at sex as he was everything else. And the sounds he made when his composure finally slipped a little…. The memory alone was almost enough to get Jasper going again.
And now he was actually going to sleep with Vincent. In his bed. In hishome. And wake up next to him, and maybe do it all again tomorrow. Instead of slinking home in a not-quite walk of shame.
If his brain hadn’t been so blissfully hazy right then, he was sure he’d be having a panic attack.
This was all so unbelievable he pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Which was pointless, considering his ass hurt worse than a pinch.
Then he remembered he was on a time limit and quickly finished up. He had to dash back to the playroom to get his toothbrush. Then he barely had time to get the toothpaste on all his teeth before he had to rinse and hurry down the hall, following the only light to the bedroom.
The door was open, and a lamp beside the bed was on. Vincent was sitting up reading a book. With glasses.
Jasper was struck frozen by the sight. First the apron and now glasses…. For some reason that made him question everything. Vincent was always so refined and in control; it was shocking to see himdomestic.
“You’re staring,” Vincent said, glancing up as he closed his book.
Jasper grinned and stepped inside. “Am I not allowed to stare, Sir?” he asked, stopping beside the bed. He climbed in when Vincent pulled the covers back and pointed to the spot beside him. “Of course you have silk sheets,” he muttered, stretching out and wiggling against them with a soft sigh.
He rolled onto his side, watching Vincent set his glasses on the nightstand. “Terrance said I should call you my sugar daddy,” he said, blinking as he heard the book clatter to the floor.
“Don’t you dare,” Vincent said, leaning over to pick up the book.
“Sorry,” Jasper murmured, though he couldn’t quite help the grin tugging at his lips. He tried to hide his amusement but apparently not well enough since Vincent paused when he glanced over.
“What?”
Jasper shrugged and decided to hell with it. “Would you prefer glucose guardian?”
Vincent stared at him a moment, then rolled his eyes, though Jasper was sure he didn’t imagine the twitch of Vincent’s lips. “Absolutely not,” he said and turned off the light.
Jasper rolled his eyes right back in the safety of the dark, making a face with a sigh. He was pretty sure Vincent wasn’t annoyed, but still. The first few minutes alone with Vincent that didn’t involve kink or sex, and he was already fucking this up.
