He licked syrup off his lips and let out a slow breath. “How long?”
Vincent took another bite. “It’s not about the duration. But for your mouth so far, I’ll say tonight.”
An entire day of Vincent likely tormenting him and not letting him get off? It sounded like torture. Wonderful torture. He really hoped the “wonderful” outweighed the “torture” part.
“Okay.” He was going to regret that, but he’d gotten through the last week without touching himself. This couldn’t be too much harder, right?
IT WASso,somuch harder. In every way.
Jasper had been half hard since breakfast, and the cock ring Vincent put on him made everything more surreal. And intimate. And arousing.
Vincent set up on the sofa with his laptop, doing Rich People Things, and Jasper didn’t exactly have anything of his own to do. He didn’t have any coursework due on Monday, so he took the chance to relax. Sprawled out on the sofa. Found a movie on Vincent’s hundreds of cable channels. Even managed to rest his head in Vincent’s lap without being pushed away.
By that afternoon, he was used to the way Vincent would casually touch him while he worked. The idle stroke of fingers through Jasper’s hair or the not-so-idle toying with his nipples. But even getting used to the touches didn’t make it any easier to control his body’s reaction to them.
He’d gotten fully hard after lunch when Vincent pinned him against the fridge and kissed him for several long minutes. Several glorious minutes that could have lasted forever for all Jasper cared. He couldn’t remember ever being kissed like that.
Like Vincent was interested in kissing him for the sake of kissing him, rather than it leading directly to sex.
And then Vincent pulled away, his hazel eyes a golden ring around his large pupils. Then he smirked, groped Jasper’s still-pink ass, and walked away.
Jasper stood in the kitchen for minutes after, still pinned to the fridge by the ghost of Vincent’s touch. Damn. He swallowed a whine as he watched Vincent settle in his place on the sofa and get back to work.
His body refused to cool down, but he didn’t mind. He liked the slow curl of heat winding its way through his limbs. His lips still tingled from the press of Vincent’s teeth.
He finally pushed off the fridge and ran his fingers over his lips, slowly making his way back to the sofa. He gave up trying to get his “problem” to go away, especially since he was mostly naked and hyperaware of every time Vincent so much as glanced at him. Which only served to heighten his arousal.
So far the “wonderful” part of this whole adventure was about even with the “torture.”
Not long after that, Vincent finally put his laptop aside and turned his full attention on Jasper. “Have you learned your lesson?”
Jasper tilted his head away from the action movie he’d found. “Was I supposed to learn a lesson, Sir?”
Vincent snorted. “Not if you’re enjoying your situation that much. If that’s the case, I’ll have to find something else to torment you with.”
Jasper licked his lips, enjoying the subdued warmth that spread through him at the non-threat. “Promise?”
“How have you avoided the scene this long?” Vincent asked dryly.
Jasper shrugged. “I didn’t think it really existed outside of porn or the web until I moved in with Amber.” He crawled across the cushion between them and settled into Vincent’s side, nuzzling at his shoulder.
“Do you know what cockwarming is?”
Oh fuck. “Basically?” He blinked when Vincent didn’t continue, realizing he was actually waiting for Jasper to agree. That was as surprising as it was a relief, but there was still a teeny tiny part of him that wanted to be ordered. Maybe even forced. That’s how this was supposed to work, after all. “Do—I mean, I’ll cockwarm you. Sir.” He didn’t even squeak.
Vincent’s eyes darkened as he spread his knees. “Get a towel.”
Jasper hopped up, taking the stairs two at a time and retrieving his towel from last night from the bathroom. He paused with his hands braced on the sink, nerves and excitement making him momentarily queasy. Gods, what was he doing? Really? He’d known this wouldn’t all be restraints and spanking, but it was still exciting to branch into other things. Even something that was basically a prolonged blowjob.
He could do this. Especially since Vincent wanted it. Wantedhim.Or at least Jasper’s mouth.
He took a deep breath and headed downstairs to hand over the towel.
Vincent pointed to the throw pillow between his feet. “On your knees.”
Once Jasper was settled, Vincent pushed his sweats down and draped the towel over his lap. He reached over to the end table and pulled a condom out of the drawer, deftly opened it and rolled it on. Then he motioned Jasper closer, guiding Jasper’s arms around his waist. “You’re going to sit like this, with my cock in your mouth. Don’t suck or swallow or try to get me hard. Understand?”
Jasper shivered, his own cock hardening again. Not that it had waned much. “Yes, Sir.”
