Jasper swallowed again, a soft high-pitched sound escaping him. “Green.”
“Good.” He bit at Jasper’s ear again and slid his hand from Jasper’s thigh all the way up his body. He braced himself with his palm on the bed beside Jasper’s head, his other hand resting lightly on Jasper’s throat as he finally started moving again. Slow thrusts, far slower than the rabbiting of Jasper’s pulse beneath his fingers.
Jasper’s wrists flexed again, his breath stuttering every few breaths, but he stopped fighting the restraints and moved with Vincent instead. “Please,” he gasped, arching beneath Vincent with a soft whine that bordered on frustrated.
Vincent kept his eyes on Jasper’s face as he obliged, picking up the pace and force of his thrusts again, gradually giving in to his own burning need. He curled his fingers tight in the sheets, sliding his thumb along Jasper’s jawline, then dragging his fingers down Jasper’s body, tweaking a nipple on the way down to grasp his leaking cock.
“Fuck!” Jasper shuddered and bucked into Vincent’s hand. His eyes rolled back as Vincent gave a few quick, tight strokes, and he fell over the edge with a shout.
Liquid heat spilled over Vincent’s fingers, the sharp scent of Jasper’s cum and the tighter grip on his own cock pushing him to his own orgasm. He bit Jasper’s shoulder with a loud groan, holding on with his teeth for a long moment before carefully pulling back. He made quick work of the restraints and condom, then slumped to the bed to finish catching his breath, unsurprised when Jasper immediately rolled over and latched on like an octopus.
He stroked his fingers through sweat-damp hair. Jasper responded by pressing his entire face into Vincent’s chest and nuzzling his way up to Vincent’s lips. The easy affection still took him by surprise, especially after sex. This was something he’d been denied so long, he’d almost forgotten how much he craved it.
The kiss was lazy and sweet and lasted until they were both long past recovered. Until their bodies cooled and the postorgasmic bliss faded.
He wasn’t sure when they’d ended up on their sides, with Jasper’s leg thrown over his hip, his own tucked between Jasper’s thighs, but it was nice. Jasper’s fingers lazily flexing in his hair like a cat as he fought against sleep was nice. The pert flesh of Jasper’s ass beneath his hand was more than nice. The warm breaths ghosting over his cheek between sleepy, satiated kisses were nice.
Being with Jasper was a bit like a dream. Like he’d been underwater for years and was finally breaking the surface to breathe again.
He tightened his fingers to give a light tug on Jasper’s hair, his other hand curled over Jasper’s wrist, listening as Jasper’s breathing slowed and deepened. As usual, Jasper easily passed out after sex. Vincent tried not to be envious.
Once Jasper was out, he carefully slipped out of bed long enough to clean them both up and change, then settled back in, counting Jasper’s steady breaths like sheep until he fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
JASPER HUMMEDas he held his hand under the spray of the shower, waiting for it to heat up to get in. He’d been riding a high all weekend, nearly giddy with the fact Vincent had practically made love to him.Twice.
The fact he’d admitted to almost all his secret little desires still filled him with mortification, to the point he wanted to curl up in a ball and die, but Vincent hadn’t recoiled. Hadn’t called an end to the weekend or their contract. Hadn’t called him clingy or too much or naive. If anything, Vincent had seemedpleased. Not that Jasper could point to anything in particular that made him think so. But something had changed between them, and he couldn’t deny he liked it.
He toweled off and pulled on his boxers, deciding against other clothes, and heading downstairs.
Vincent was on the couch with his phone and glanced up briefly as Jasper stepped into the room, then looked up again with a raised eyebrow. “Why aren’t you dressed?”
Jasper grinned and settled himself in Vincent’s lap, inordinately pleased when Vincent set his phone aside and rested his other hand around Jasper’s waist. “We don’t have to leave yet.”
“Didn’t you say you had assignments to finish?”
He wrinkled his nose and pressed his face into Vincent’s neck. He did, but that didn’t mean he wanted to focus on them anytime soon. “Maybe.”
“Uh-huh.” Vincent rubbed his hand over Jasper’s arm before lightly pinching the back of his thigh. “I’m not going to be responsible for you failing your classes.”
Jasper whined and burrowed closer. He didn’t want to leave. The thought of going back home was torture. Here the house was quiet, he loved Vincent’s company, and obviously, there was amazing sex. At home there were five other people, and finding a bathroom that was free or didn’t smell was a miracle most of the time.
“Jasper.”
He tensed despite himself. Vincent sounded more amused than angry, but still. “Jas,” he corrected softly.
Vincent hummed and dragged his fingers through Jasper’s hair. “You didn’t seem to like it when Matt called you that.”
Jasper made a face against Vincent’s neck. “’Cause he’s a prick, and I don’t even like talking to him.”
“Jas, then,” Vincent said, and Jasper sighed softly in bliss. “I’ve got to get to the club for an interview soon.”
And there went the blissful peace he’d been relishing all weekend. With a sigh, he pushed himself up, resignation burning in his chest. Vincent had a life and a job that didn’t include him outside of the weekend.
“Right,” he muttered, sliding off Vincent’s lap and trudging upstairs to find his clothes. His eyes stung as he dressed, and he scrubbed a hand against them with a silent curse. Fuck. What was wrong with him? He knew the deal. Slutty sub on Friday and back to his pumpkin on Sunday.
And he’d even gone and told Vincent how far he was falling. He groaned and braced his hands on the dresser as his mind happily replayed him vomiting his feelings all over Vincent.
