Vincent chuckled, alternating between massaging Jasper’s scalp and tugging his hair. “You’re an overgrown cat.”
Jasper let out a startled laugh. “What does that make you, then?”
“Hmm. Your owner.”
A warm flush spread across the back of Jasper’s neck, and he buried his face deeper into the pillow. “At least I found a good one.”
Vincent smiled and dragged his thumbs down either side of Jasper’s spine, spreading his fingers as he slid his hands back up and across his shoulders.
Jasper was as responsive as ever, his eyes closed as sighs, groans, grunts, and whimpers of pleasure guided Vincent’s hands.
His cock gave a valiant effort to rise to the occasion, but the antianxiety pill he’d taken earlier made that all but impossible. He didn’t take them regularly anymore, but the endless list of—mostly horrible—possibilities of what could happen if he showed his scars to Jasper had forced his hand. He wouldn’t be getting it up anytime soon, but that’s what toys were for.
And he’d even bought a few new ones recently that he’d been meaning to try out.
He reached into the nightstand again, snagging the vibrating prostate massager. Jasper’s moans turned eager as Vincent poured more oil into his hands and slid them lower. “Insatiable, aren’t we?” he murmured, rubbing his fingertip against Jasper’s entrance before pressing inside.
Jasper hiked a leg up and pushed his hips back. “More.”
Vincent clicked his tongue and landed a light swat to Jasper’s ass. “Is that any way to ask for something?”
There was a pause as Jasper went still, his fingers curling against the sheet as he answered with, “Wasn’t asking.” His face was mostly hidden by his shoulder as he peeked at Vincent with one eye.
Relief eased some of his lingering tension. If Jasper was comfortable enough to be bratty again, they were on the right track. “My mistake,” he replied dryly, adding another finger. Never let it be said he couldn’t give a sub exactly what they asked for.
Once Jasper was a writhing, moaning mess, he grabbed the prostate massager and lubed it up, then took his time slowly pressing it inside. Jasper shifted his knees wider with a moan, rocking his hips in search of something more. When he was nearly to the point of begging, Vincent turned it on.
Jasper let out a sharp, keening yelp, his back arching as he eagerly pushed his hips back.
Vincent hummed and settled his free hand on Jasper’s hip, holding the massager steady with the other as Jasper fucked himself on it. A softlitany of curses and pleas grew more incoherent by the minute as Vincent experimentally cycled through the various vibration and speed settings.
Jasper pushed onto his arms and knees, his chest and head pressed to the mattress, his skin slick with massage oil and sweat.
Vincent might have seen Jasper lost to pleasure numerous times by now, but seeing it without the haze of his own arousal or the focus of an intense scene was entrancing. Sex seemed to be the one thing Jasper let himself freely and fully experience, and Vincent hoped that freedom would find its way to the rest of their time spent together.
He’d made a mistake earlier, and he wasn’t young or naive enough to think it’d be the last, but Jasper continued to prove that taking an interest in him hadn’t been a mistake, and Vincent was finding it harder to keep from going all in.
He slid his hand from Jasper’s hip to his cock, gripping tight as he leaned over to graze his teeth against the back of Jasper’s neck.
Jasper shuddered with a gasping whimper, ineffectually thrusting into Vincent’s hand. “Please.”
Vincent pressed the button to cycle to the triple pulse and long vibration pattern Jasper seemed to enjoy the most, biting a little harder. Once he’d left a mark there, he ordered, “Come.” He loosened his grip enough to let Jasper thrust, and it only took twice before he shuddered through his orgasm with a long-drawn-out moan. Vincent pressed against the massager, grinding it into Jasper’s ass and stroking him until he whimpered from overstimulation. Only then did he turn off the toy, but he left it in place. After a few moments, Jasper shifted to the side and collapsed, chest heaving and eyes closed.
He leaned down to press a quick kiss to Jasper’s shoulder and got up, letting his fingers drag lightly down Jasper’s leg to his ankle, then lift away as he headed to the bathroom. He washed his hands and returned with a warm, damp cloth. Jasper offered no resistance as Vincent carefully pulled the massager free and cleaned him up. Only after he’d tossed the toy and cloth aside and stretched out on the bed did Jasper move, rolling over to press into Vincent’s chest.
Vincent tugged him close, contentment seeping through his limbs. He pressed a kiss to the top of Jasper’s head, more than willing to doze until it was time to take him home and head to the club.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
JASPER WHINEDas the house came into view, turning his best puppy eyes on Vincent in one final effort to stay with him. “Really no chance of taking me back home with you?”
Vincent glanced at him with a faint smile. “You have an early class, and I need to get to work.”
He failed to stifle a sigh. That might be true, but he could skip. Once wouldn’t hurt anything. Except Amber might kill him for skipping if he wasn’t sick. Especially if he did it to stay with Vincent in the hopes of having sex. “Fine,” he muttered, reluctantly pushing the door open. “Night, Sir.”
“Good night, pet.”
Jasper glanced back when he reached the house, waved, and watched the car pull away before dragging himself inside. The few hours of bliss had been nice, but now all the stress of the week was threatening to suffocate him again.
