Jasper shivered, arching into Vincent’s lips. “In me,” he murmured. “I-I want your fingers inside me, Sir. Please.”
Vincent smiled against Jasper’s throat and pulled back. There was the sub he’d been catching glimpses of. Apparently it merely needed the proper coaxing. “All right, then.” He picked up the condom, opened it, and worked it onto Jasper with his ungloved hand. That done, he glanced up long enough to find Jasper watching him with wide eyes, then bent forward. With a soft hum, he dragged his tongue up the underside of Jasper’s erection.
“Oh fuck,” Jasper breathed, valiantly trying to buck his hips forward.
Vincent chuckled, sliding his hand up Jasper’s chest to rest it loosely around Jasper’s throat. His pulse was rabbit-quick beneath Vincent’s fingertips. When he was about to properly take Jasper into his mouth, a phone went off. It wasn’t his own cell, and it wasn’t the security line. He straightened and glanced towards Jasper’s pants. “Do you need to get that?”
Jasper blinked, squinting at Vincent in confusion. Then his eyes widened. “Fuck. Yeah, probably.”
Vincent got up and retrieved Jasper’s pants. He dug the phone out and hit the Answer button before it could go to voicemail. He stepped in front of Jasper, holding the phone to his ear.
“Heeeeyyyyy,” Jasper said, clearing his throat as he tried and failed to move his legs. “I’m upstairs,” he said, rolling his eyes as the faint sound of laughter echoed from the phone. He glanced up at Vincent, then quickly looked away again. “His name’s Vincent,” he murmured. “Uh, yeah.” A frown formed between his eyebrows as he pulled his ear away. “She wants to talk to you.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, bringing the phone to his own ear. “This is Vincent.”
“Vincent. It’s Amber.”
Well, that answered the question of who’d brought Jasper to the club. “Been a while.” Only a few months since they’d last seen each other, but over a year since they’d had an actual conversation.
“No shit,” she replied dryly, and Vincent turned a bit to keep Jasper from seeing his wry smile. “So here’s the deal. You have my cousin in whatever contraption you have up there. Today is Keith’s birthday, and we’ve finished here. How long are you going to be?”
“That depends on the brat,” Vincent said, turning back to Jasper in time to see his huff of indignation. He pressed the phone against his shoulder. “Your friends are finished. Should they wait, or should I arrange a ride for when we’re done?”
Jasper eyed the phone and seemed to be weighing the pros and cons of ditching his cousin and friends, though to be fair, they seemed to have ditched him first. “You don’t mind?”
“No.” Even if he didn’t know Amber, Vincent had a standing rule that anyone in the club had a way to get home safe. “Your night, your choice.”
“Then I still want what I said I wanted.”
Vincent snorted softly, giving Jasper a pass on being vague since his cousin was in hearing range. He lifted the phone back to his ear. “I’ll see that he gets home.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Amber sighed. “Fine. Be nice.”
“No promises,” he replied, ending the call and tossing the phone onto the couch. “Where were we?” he asked. He turned back to Jasper, pleased he’d chosen to stay. It wouldn’t do to have his first taste cut short.
Jasper flicked his tongue against his lips. “You were going to suck me off, Sir.”
Vincent hummed to hide his laugh; at least the brat recovered quickly. He retrieved the small cushion from the middle of the room. He dropped it beside the table, turned Jasper’s chair to face it, then picked up the lube and coated his gloved fingers again. “Was I?” he asked, sinking to his knees on the pillow. It’d certainly been a while since he’d found himself in this position, and he ignored the mild ache in his knee, focusing on Jasper instead.
“Uh-huh.” Jasper let out a shuddering breath as Vincent ran a palm over the inside of his thigh. “Definitely.”
“You want my mouth on you?” Vincent asked against Jasper’s neck. He breathed in the scent of soap and the hint of mango on his skin as he kissed his way down Jasper’s neck, chest, and stomach until he could pick up where he’d left off. He pressed his fingers into Jasper, gripping the arm of the chair with his other hand before finally taking Jasper into his mouth.
How he loved the taste of rubber in the evening.
“Ohfuck, yes.” Jasper groaned each time Vincent’s fingers pushed into him with enough force to nudge the chair.
He heard the skips in Jasper’s breaths every time the chair rocked back and would have smirked if his mouth weren’t otherwise occupied. He made sure to keep a steady pace with his hand as he worked Jasper’s cock deeper into his mouth.
Jasper gasped, limbs pulling against the restraints as he tried to push deeper into Vincent’s mouth, his body tightening around Vincent’s fingers. “Yes,” he breathed. “Fuck, yes, please. Please!”
Vincent hummed around Jasper again and curled his fingers, enjoying Jasper’s shout. Not quite a scream, but close. He pressed his thumb against Jasper’s balls, shifting his hand to rub against them as he added a third inside.
“F-fuck!”
Vincent sucked harder, taking Jasper into his throat and swallowing around him. He found and rubbed against Jasper’s prostate. And then he held there, nudging his fingers in, in, in, enough to bump the chair back each time, and growled around the twitching dick in his mouth.
Jasper screamed, bucking in the chair as he came. He shuddered, his yell turning into a loud moan until his voice choked off with a strangled gasp.
