Vincent pulled away and replaced his mouth with his hand, another soft growl echoing in his chest as he coaxed every last drop out of Jasper. Once Jasper was spent, Vincent slid his fingers free, tossed the condom and glove to the floor, and unfastened the restraints.
Jasper was a panting, shivering, borderline incoherent mess as Vincent freed his arms. Once completely free, he sagged forward, clutching at Vincent’s shirt.
“Breathe,” Vincent murmured, running his fingers through Jasper’s hair. He helped Jasper to his feet and guided him over to the bed, then allowed Jasper to tug him down beside him.
So much for not needing aftercare. He hesitated, torn between watching over Jasper and holding to what they’d agreed to.
But Jasper curled into Vincent before he could pull away, latching on like an octopus and nuzzling at his throat. One hand wandered across Vincent’s chest, inching its way down to his pants.
Vincent caught Jasper’s wrist and pressed it into the pillow. He ignored the soft pleading whine and silenced Jasper with a quick kiss. “That’s not necessary,” he murmured.
Jasper sighed, going limp and pliant beneath Vincent.
And that was infuriating on a completely different level. Vincent suspected he could pin Jasper on his stomach and fuck him raw, and Jasper wouldn’t even protest. Vincent ran his fingers through Jasper’s damp hair and pressed his lips against Jasper’s neck, lingering against his pulse point. When he pulled back, Jasper was watching him with a satisfied smile.
“Hey,” Vincent said.
Jasper blinked, his smile faltering and turning almost shy. “Hey,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Vincent squeezed Jasper’s wrist before pulling back, sliding off the bed, and retrieving two bottles of water from the fridge. He opened one and passed it to Jasper, then sat next to him again. “How do you feel?” he asked, opening his own water.
“Good.” Jasper flipped the bottle lid in his fingers, watching it with a brief grin. “Great. That was fun,” he said, glancing up at Vincent.
“Good. Drink your water.”
Jasper rolled his eyes, but he lifted the bottle and sipped. “So that’s it?”
“That’s it. When you’re ready, I’ll call someone to take you wherever you need to go.” Vincent looked Jasper over for any signs of distress, but they hadn’t done anything too intense. “Take your time,” he added. He didn’t want Jasper to think Vincent was kicking him out. He shifted back to sit against the headboard, suspecting from Jasper’s initial clinginess that he was a tactile person and needed aftercare more than he thought he did.
It only took a few moments for Jasper to lean into Vincent’s side. He pulled his legs up as he continued drinking. “Sooo if, theoretically, I didn’t want to go yet….”
Vincent chuckled. “You want to be tied up again?”
Jasper groaned and buried his face in Vincent’s shoulder. “I mean, I wouldn’t complain if it happened.”
Christ, this kid. Amber’s cousin or not, Jasper was practicallybeggingto be taken advantage of.
“My night, my choice. Right, Sir?”
A soft chuckle escaped before he could help himself. “Utterly shameless,” Vincent muttered. Jasper might have been new to kink, but at least he seemed to know what he wanted. And wasn’t too afraid to ask for things. “I assume that means you have all night?” he asked dryly. He set his water aside and got up, opened the chest, and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs.
Jasper’s water bottle crinkled loudly as he squeezed it, spewing water all over the bed and himself, his eyes fixed on the cuffs. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yup. All night.”
Vincent took Jasper’s bottle and set it aside. “All right.” Who needed sleep when they had an eager new sub to play with? “Lie back.”
CHAPTER FIVE
THANKS TOVincent’s patience and expertise, Jasper managed to get off a total of three times, then immediately passed out. There was a vague sense of a warm body next to his as he slept, but when he woke up sprawled across most of the bed, he was alone.
He sat up with a groan, foggy and sore in all the right places, and grimaced at the lingering stickiness. But it was worth it. Even the mild ache on his left asscheek where he vividly recalled Vincent biting him.
He hadn’t realized how badly he’d needed that until he was an incoherent mess and more relaxed than he’d been in months. There was a bottle of water on Vincent’s vacated pillow, and he drained most of it as he glanced around the room.
A door he hadn’t noticed before was ajar with a light on, and he dragged himself out of the bed to investigate. Of course it was a modern luxury-style bathroom, because this club was high-end as shit. He shouldn’t have been surprised Amber could afford the membership here, considering he was living in her six-bed, four-bath house. Even with all that space, living with five other people felt crowded most of the time.
He found a cloth and cleaned himself up, splashed water on his face, and then grinned at his reflection. He’d been tied up all night by the hottest guy in this place. He’d beenpickedby the hottest guy in this place. And Vincent actually made him feel wanted.
His ex could shove a ghost pepper up his ass.
