Jasper laughed. “Can’t make it worse than popping a boner in the middle of class.”
“Did anyone see? And add another finger.”
“No, I got rid of it be-before the lecture ended,” Jasper said, ending with a hitched sigh. “Feels better now. Still awkward, though.”
“Are you moving your fingers?” Vincent asked, absently palming himself through his pants.
“And rocking my hips.” Jasper’s voice was starting to sound strained. “Are you at work?”
Vincent hummed an affirmative. “Can you get another finger in?”
“Yeah.” Jasper grunted softly, letting out a shuddering breath. “Done.”
“Switch to video,” he said, pressing the button. A moment later, Jasper’s face came into view, his cheeks pink.
“Hello, Sir,” Jasper said with a grin.
“Enjoying yourself, pet?” Vincent asked.
“Oh yeah.”
“Good. Let me see you.”
Jasper rolled to his back, lifting the phone above him as he stretched out on the bed.
Vincent raked his eyes over Jasper. Much better than his imagination. “Pinch a nipple,” he ordered, palming himself again.
Jasper rubbed his hand over his chest before pinching his nipple and tipping his head back with a soft groan. As responsive as ever.
“Again,” Vincent growled, pressing harder between his legs as Jasper arched into his own hand. “Let me see the rest of you.”
The phone moved lower, over Jasper’s stomach to his erection. If he’d suspected Jasper of exaggerating his enjoyment, he had ample proof of it now.
“Get the plug. I want to watch you put it in.”
Jasper groaned, the phone showing the ceiling while he got the plug ready. Then he picked it up again, tilting it so Vincent could watch. He pulled his legs up and apart and reached between them.
“Lower,” Vincent said, guiding Jasper into giving him the best angle. Once he had a clear view of Jasper’s ass, he hummed. “Right there, pet. You can put it in now. Slowly.”
He unfastened his pants as he watched, listening to Jasper’s sighs and moans as he worked the plug in. “It looks good in you,” Vincent purred, gripping himself and giving a slow stroke.
“Would feel better if it were you, Sir,” Jasper moaned, seating the plug completely and rocking his hips against it.
Vincent chuckled, squeezing himself. He couldn’t exactly deny that. “You like me fucking you?”
“Yes, Sir. Loved feeling you stretch me open. Loved feeling it the next morning.” Jasper moaned, sounding breathless. “Will you fuck me again, Sir?”
“Let me see your face, pet.” He pressed his thumb against the tip of his cock as Jasper came back into view, his lips parted and eyes dark. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
Jasper frowned. “Like, where?”
“If you could choose the scene and what I did to you. No dark fantasies you want to explore?”
Jasper licked his lips and fell silent as he considered. “If I could choose how it happened, I think I’d like to wake up to you kissing me and then… fucking me nice and slow. Without the spanking or restraints, and me being able to touch you, Sir,” Jasper said quietly.
Well, that was unexpected. And Vincent couldn’t deny it sounded nice, if dangerously close to something more than what he would have planned for their weeks together. Some part of him was still waiting for this to turn out like his other contracts. Brief weeks of amazing sex until they got on each other’s nerves enough to break it off.
Jasper got under his skin, there was no doubt about that. But it wasn’t the same as with Adam or the few after him. As much as he wanted to find out what made Jasper tick, there was also the need to hold him after. And the fact that Jasper let him, seeming to need more from Vincent than just the kink, was a bit terrifying.
