Chapter Ten #3
At some point he heard the movie ending, which seemed to be what Vincent was waiting for. His fingers tightened in Jasper’s hair, tugging lightly to get his attention.
“Suck me off, pet,” Vincent growled, his cock thickening in Jasper’s mouth.
Jasper moaned as he came back to the present, wiggling his tongue as he forced his throat to swallow.
It took an effort not to gag at the taste of the condom, but he managed.
He gripped Vincent’s hips and bobbed his head, sucking and working his tongue as best he could.
Shayne said he gave shit blowjobs, but he hoped he could do better now.
Vincent grunted and gripped Jasper’s hair tight as he let out a soft moan, his hips lifting a bit to push deeper, hitting the back of Jasper’s throat.
Jasper gagged, his breath hitching as he instinctively tried to pull away, only for Vincent to stop him. His stomach shuddered with a strange mix of fear and excitement, and he didn’t realize he was digging his fingernails into Vincent’s hips until Vincent hissed.
“Jasper.” He didn’t sound angry, so Jasper risked a quick glance up at him. “If it’s too much, pull my shirt.”
That alone made him willing to do anything but stop.
Shayne would have mocked him. He swallowed around Vincent’s cock, moaning when he felt it twitch and thicken further inside his mouth.
He gave a slight nod of his head, sliding one hand under the towel and against Vincent’s thigh on the way to fondle his balls.
Vincent shivered with a sharp moan. His fingers tightened in Jasper’s hair, and he almost gently pushed into Jasper’s throat again.
Jasper squeezed his eyes shut as he fought his gag reflex, getting his knees under him, tilting his head to pull against Vincent’s grip, and moaning in encouragement.
Vincent let out a hoarse curse and settled his other hand on the back of Jasper’s neck, his thumb pressing against Jasper’s jaw to hold him steady as he lifted his hips again.
This time, Jasper did gag as Vincent’s cock hit the back of his throat.
Even if he’d wanted to pull away, Vincent’s hands were unrelenting, forcing him down as his hips pushed up. Over and over again, until Jasper’s eyes stung and his throat started to feel raw. Despite that, his own arousal was almost painful with how hard he was.
“That’s it, pet,” Vincent groaned, his voice rough and his breathing ragged. Because of Jasper. Because Jasper was giving Vincent exactly what he wanted.
Jasper shivered and flexed his tongue, sucking and swallowing around Vincent as he continued thrusting in deep. He gave a squeeze to Vincent’s balls and tugged, moaning as Vincent cursed, burying both hands in Jasper’s hair and gripping tight.
His hips jerked twice, and then Vincent was coming, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom.
Jasper moaned, part relief and part satisfaction, and held Vincent in his mouth until he’d stopped twitching. Once Vincent’s fingers went slack, he pulled his mouth away, resting his cheek on Vincent’s thigh.
“Good boy,” Vincent said, voice softer than Jasper had ever heard it. It sent tremors of warmth through his entire body.
Jasper closed his eyes, content to sit there while Vincent stroked his hair for the next hour.
WHEN THEY finally headed to bed, Jasper was starting to realize he didn’t mind not getting off all day.
Even without the contentment that blanketed him after giving Vincent his first cockwarming-turned-blowjob, this had been the most relaxed and aroused and at ease he’d felt since… . He couldn’t remember.
They hadn’t talked much, but he had a feeling it was more because he hadn’t dared speak first than from Vincent ignoring him.
On the contrary, Vincent had been far more attentive than he’d been expecting.
Which really shouldn’t have surprised him, considering everything else, but apparently he still had a ways to go until he stopped being surprised.
He stopped beside the bed as Vincent pulled out black straps from the top corners, shivering as he recognized the cuffs on the ends. Even without Vincent’s smirk, he knew what he was likely in for.
He stretched out in the center of the bed and lifted his wrists to let Vincent secure them beside his head.
Vincent took his time, running his palms along Jasper’s arms as he secured the cuffs and pressing Jasper’s wrists into the mattress.
Once he’d put a condom on Jasper, he straddled Jasper’s hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles into Jasper’s palms. When he leaned down, he claimed Jasper’s lips and kissed him breathless, then moved to Jasper’s neck.
“I want to mark you,” Vincent growled, biting Jasper’s throat and making him jump. “Right here.”
“Okay,” Jasper moaned. “Yes.” That didn’t seem so bad. Actually it was pretty hot that Vincent wanted to mark him up. Lay a claim that others could see. Maybe he should have been worried that he got off on the idea, but it was nice to be wanted.
Jasper gasped as Vincent bit harder and moved his lips and tongue until there was surely a bright red mark standing out on his throat.
“Here?” Vincent asked, moving barely an inch.
“Yes,” he said, shifting restlessly as Vincent went through the process again.
“Here?”
“An-anywhere,” Jasper gasped, whimpering when he tried to move his arms to wrap around Vincent and was held in place.
He jumped as Vincent bit his nipple and then did the same to the other before marking up his chest and stomach.
“Fuck,” he said when he glanced down at himself.
He could feel the bright aches blossoming across his torso, but he knew he wouldn’t regret them.
He dropped his head to the pillow and stared at the ceiling as Vincent continued, arching with a gasp when Vincent reached his dick. “Please, Sir!”
Vincent hummed and bit the inside of Jasper’s thigh. “Patience.”
Fuck patience. Jasper wasn’t even aware he’d actually said that until Vincent chuckled and nipped him in warning.
“Poor boy,” Vincent soothed, and Jasper almost hated how much Vincent seemed to be getting off on his desperation. That didn’t bode well for him. Or maybe it did. What did Jasper know?
Vincent dug his fingers into Jasper’s thighs and finally, finally, licked along the length of Jasper’s dick.
Jasper groaned, thrashing as Vincent’s tongue mercilessly teased the head. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So good. And dancing on the border of too much after being on edge all freaking day. If not for the condom, he would have come instantly.
Vincent held Jasper’s hips down when he started to thrust, growling around his dick in an undeniable warning until Jasper stilled with a whimper.
“Please, please, please, Sir, please. Let me come, please,” Jasper begged. Fuck. His cheeks were wet. It wasn’t fair that Vincent pushed him to the emotional edge as easily as the physical one. Fucking bastard. He yelped as the cock ring vanished, Vincent’s fingers squeezing tight in its place.
“Nooo,” he groaned, gasping as Vincent took him all the way to the back of his throat. “Fuck, Sir, please! Please, I’ll be good—I’ll—fuck!”
Vincent pulled his mouth away with a dark laugh. “Why don’t I believe you, pet?”
Jasper whined. “’Cause you’re a dick, Sir,” he muttered, yelping as Vincent pinched his thigh. Right where he’d bit.
“That mouth again. I must be losing my touch.”
Jasper lifted his head to pout at Vincent. “You like my mouth.”
“Do I?” Vincent replied dryly, pressing a finger of his free hand against Jasper’s entrance.
Jasper gasped and rocked into it, his head dropping to the pillow. “Oh fuck. Yes.”
“Not so sore anymore?”
“No, Sir,” Jasper breathed. He let out a long pleading moan. “Please let me come, Sir. I’ll do better to please you, I promise.”
Vincent chuckled. “That one I can believe. You can come whenever you want, pet.”
Jasper snarled and almost asked how the fuck he was supposed to do that when Vincent wasn’t letting him, but then Vincent’s mouth was on him again, and there was a finger in him, and the tight grip holding back his orgasm was gone, and then he was coming.
His vision went white and spotty. Orgasm ripped through him fast enough that he hardly even realized it was finally happening until he was already coming in Vincent’s mouth.
He slumped against the bed, fingers twitching with the after-tremors, gasping as he tried to catch his breath.
Damn. That was…. Intense was an understatement.
Best orgasm of his life was better. He glanced up with a tired smile as Vincent crawled up his body, blinking when he grasped Jasper’s chin and kissed him.
“Good boy,” Vincent purred once he pulled away. He released Jasper’s wrists and disposed of the condom. Then he turned off the light and settled beside Jasper, resting a hand on Jasper’s hip with tiny soothing circles.
Jasper continued staring at the ceiling in the dark, waiting for his limbs to cooperate again.
He finally found the strength to roll over and grope around until he got an arm over Vincent’s stomach and curled into his side. “Night, Sir,” he murmured. “Thank you.”