Especially when combined with the annoying desire to give Jasper anything he asked for.
“I’ll keep that in mind, pet,” Vincent growled, ignoring the unreasonable urge to hang up when Jasper smiled at him. “How’s the plug feel?”
Jasper grinned and lifted the phone enough Vincent could watch him wiggle. “Feels good, Sir.”
“Good enough you can keep it in until you go to bed?”
Jasper moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Without coming.”
He moaned again, though it sounded more like a whine. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now let me watch you touch yourself. Start with your nipples.”
Jasper did whine then, but he obeyed. He rubbed a finger over his nipple, pinching hard enough to make himself arch off the bed. And he hadn’t even had to be told.
“Good boy.” Vincent stroked himself as he watched, ordering Jasper to lick his hand and pump his own cock, slow and loose enough to keep him from getting too frustrated. “That’s it,” he purred. He let out a soft moan of his own when he was getting close.
“Are—are you jerking off?”
“Mm-hmm.” Like he would let this opportunity go to waste.
Jasper moaned, turning the camera to his face. “Let me see, Sir. Please?”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, then lowered the phone so Jasper could see his cock, enjoying the whine that came through a moment later.
“Fuck, Sir. I wish I was there so I could get my mouth on you.”
Vincent’s cock twitched at the memory, and he swiped away the precum with his thumb. “Keep talking,” he growled.
Jasper flushed, licking his lips. “I’d kiss your cock and suck it clean,” he said, sounding unsure of what he was saying, but he seemed to gain more confidence once he started. “And let you fuck my mouth. Let you come down my throat. Fuck,” he groaned. “Can I watch you come? Will you come for me, Sir?”
Vincent tipped his head back with a groan as he came, spilling into his hand. Fucking brat.
“That was hot.” Jasper grinned, rubbing his hand over his chest.
Vincent’s chuckle came out as more of a gurgle, and he silently cursed himself. “I’ll see you Friday, pet,” he said once he could speak properly. “Don’t get off before then.” He hung up as soon as he heard a “Yes, Sir,” and tossed his phone aside.
Fuck.Hotwas an understatement.
He cleaned himself up, fixed his pants, and slumped in his seat to enjoy a few moments of postorgasmic bliss.
Unfortunately the lack of a warm body against his own meant it wasn’t as blissful as it could have been.
Christ. One weekend and he was already getting addicted.
With a curse, he pushed to his feet and headed out to make sure his club hadn’t burned down while he was slacking off.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JASPER EXPECTEDthe worst part of the week to be going back to mundane life, with college and work and the occasional chat with Vincent, but no. The worst part was constantly getting aroused and not being able to do anything about it.
Hecouldhave taken care of it. Vincent wouldn’t know unless Jasper told him, and it wasn’t like Vincent could really do anything to keep him from masturbating. But the few times he actually started to, he hadn’t been able to finish.
The thought of disappointing Vincent killed his boner every time. Not to mention the fact it could be considered lying if he didn’t own up to the deed.
There had to be a good reason Vincent didn’t want him masturbating. He knew Keith or Amber would probably tell him if he asked, but he couldn’t bring himself to let them in on any of the sordid details of his sex life.
