Chapter Sixteen #2
“Such a…?” Vincent asked, amused. Jasper censoring himself was new enough to be intriguing. He sat up a bit and tugged Jasper’s leg onto his chest to massage his ankle.
Jasper’s foot twitched, but he didn’t pull away. “Do you have a foot fetish too?”
“No. Do you?” He pressed his thumb into Jasper’s heel, his lips twitching when Jasper moaned. “Maybe a little?”
Jasper grumbled under his breath, shooting a disgruntled frown at Vincent as he finally squeezed out some lube and got to work.
Vincent kept hold of Jasper’s ankle as he watched, sliding his other palm against the inside of Jasper’s thigh. “Good boy.”
“Because I have my fingers up my ass?”
Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Having my fingers there instead is more praiseworthy?”
“You’re so weird,” Jasper scoffed, adding more lube to his fingers.
“Outside of last night, I think everything we’ve done so far has been rather tame. And I did warn you I was a voyeur.” If Jasper thought this was weird, Vincent needed to decide if it’d be better to go slower or to hurry and give Jasper a taste of what the future could hold.
He slid his hand up to join Jasper’s and pressed a finger inside between Jasper’s two. “If it bothers you so much, you know how to stop.”
Jasper failed to completely stifle his moan, his foot twitching in Vincent’s grasp as he pushed into the extra finger.
Vincent held his finger still as Jasper moved his own, content to watch him squirm as his cock stiffened. Eventually he pulled his finger out. “Fetch me a belt from the closet,” he said, blinking at the way Jasper immediately froze.
Jasper tugged his foot free and pushed up onto his elbows with a wary expression. “Why?”
“I was going to restrain you with it, but I can use something else.” When Jasper’s shoulders relaxed at that, he asked, “Tie or handcuffs?”
“Tie,” Jasper said, rolling off the bed.
Vincent pointed him to the drawer with his ties and propped himself up against the pillows. He took the tie Jasper had picked out, trading the condom for it.
Jasper gave a dramatic roll of his eyes and climbed into Vincent’s lap with a huff. “Do I have to do everything?” he asked, ripping the condom open. Then he hesitated, fingers hovering at Vincent’s waist.
Belatedly, Vincent realized this was the first time Jasper had been in such a position with him. “Do you not want to?” he asked, resting his hands on Jasper’s knees.
Jasper glanced up, lips parting like he was going to say something, then changed his mind again. After a moment, he visibly steeled himself. “I’ll do it,” he muttered and tugged Vincent’s sweats down.
Before he could pinpoint what was bothering him, Vincent caught Jasper’s wrist and secured one end of the tie around his forearm. The marks from last night were long gone, but maybe he’d reapply them soon. “Hands behind your back.”
“I thought I was doing all your work for you.”
“I changed my mind,” he said, tugging Jasper’s arm into place with the tie.
It was easy enough to restrain him—Jasper seemed wired for any kind of submission—and the way he finally relaxed when he couldn’t use his arms settled the flicker of concern in Vincent’s chest. “Better?” he asked, trailing his fingers up Jasper’s biceps and down his sides.
Jasper’s answer was a wordless grunt and renewed erection.
Vincent fought a satisfied smirk and found the discarded condom.
Once it was in place and lubed up, he settled against the pillows with his hands resting on Jasper’s hips.
A couple of tugs got Jasper inching forward on his knees, and then he was lowering himself onto Vincent.
In this position, Vincent had a perfect angle to sit back and enjoy the view.
And what a view it was.
The hint of teeth on Jasper’s lower lip. The warm flush spreading across his light brown skin. The strain of his thighs and stomach as he balanced himself without his hands. The way the crease between his brows finally smoothed out when he was fully seated on Vincent’s cock….
Jasper let out a shaky breath as he shifted, curling forward with a groan when Vincent’s fingers found a nipple and pinched. “Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
Vincent slid his other hand up so he could properly torment Jasper with both hands. The way Jasper struggled and the tortured sounds he made went straight to Vincent’s dick. Nothing else was needed for all the banked arousal from last night to spark and ignite.
“Get moving,” he growled, his voice thicker than he’d expected it to be.
Obedient as always, Jasper shifted his knees. He ducked his head as he leaned forward and lifted his hips, effectively hiding his face.
That wouldn’t do at all.
Vincent gripped Jasper’s hair and forced his head up enough to get the view back.
Jasper’s soft sound of protest dissolved into a deep groan.
He leaned forward more as his hips sank down again, his eyes rolling back, either from the pressure on his hair or in his ass, Vincent wasn’t sure.
Not that it mattered. A few moments later, Jasper was using Vincent’s hands on him as leverage, riding Vincent with abandon.
“H-harder,” Jasper gasped, fighting Vincent’s grip on his hair like he intended to pull it out by the roots.
Doesn’t like pain, my ass, Vincent thought. Jasper only needed to be properly introduced to pain and its pleasures.
He loosened his grip on Jasper’s hair a bit, making up for it by squeezing and twisting one nipple and then the other.
Jasper tried to curl in on himself once more, but Vincent tightened his fingers in his hair again, keeping him upright. “Please.” Jasper’s moan was desperate and frustrated as he rocked his hips, grinding down on Vincent’s cock.
“Fuck, pet.” Vincent surged forward, fastening his lips to Jasper’s throat and pressing his tongue against the rapid pulse he found there. He licked his way up Jasper’s neck, tasting sweat and the lingering scent of soap. “Please what?” he growled, sinking his teeth into Jasper’s earlobe.
That earned a full-body shudder that Vincent felt all the way at the base of his cock.
“Please touch me. Please, Sir. Please.”
Vincent tugged Jasper’s head back farther and dragged his teeth against Jasper’s throat, enjoying the strangled moan he felt beneath his lips. With his other hand, he made his way down Jasper’s chest and stomach until he lightly brushed his palm over the head of Jasper’s dick.
“Here?” he asked, swiping up the moisture gathered there and smearing it down the length with one finger. At the same time, Vincent found a nipple and sucked it between his teeth before biting down.
That was enough for Jasper to thrash against him, his hips bucking and a loud moan catching in his throat as he came. Mostly untouched. And without permission for the second time.
The miracles of youth.
Vincent shifted, rolling Jasper over onto his back. He planted a hand beside Jasper’s head and settled the other on his ass. He took a moment to enjoy the dazed, half-lidded, well-fucked expression, then buried himself in Jasper’s ass with a quick, hard thrust.
Jasper’s eyes rolled back, and a loud drawn-out groan tore out of his throat as he shot what was left in him. “Yes,” he gasped, and then again each time Vincent slammed into him.
He wouldn’t last much longer. Not with Jasper’s legs clamped around him and the sweet encouraging sounds he was making. Or the clench of his ass around Vincent’s thrusts.
He moved his hand from Jasper’s ass to his stomach, dragging a finger through the mess and up to Jasper’s lips.
They parted easier than the first time, and the press of a hot tongue curling around his finger, sucking it clean, pushed him to the edge.
He leaned down and bit Jasper’s throat, his hips stuttering as orgasm ripped through him.
Jasper moaned around Vincent’s finger and continued sucking until Vincent pulled it away.
It took a few breaths for Vincent to find the strength to move.
He sat up, tossed the condom towards the trash, and found one end of the tie.
Once Jasper’s arms were free, Vincent leaned over the edge of the bed for Jasper’s discarded towel to wipe them both down.
Then he stretched out on his own side of the bed, snagged the tie still attached to Jasper, and pulled him closer.
Jasper didn’t need more coaxing to plaster himself to Vincent’s side, one arm and leg slung over his body. He let out a deep sigh and went boneless, his head pillowed on Vincent’s chest. “Mm.”
Vincent echoed the sentiment, threading his fingers through Jasper’s hair and closing his eyes.
The promise of sleep hovered at the edge of his senses, and he didn’t feel like fighting it.
They had all morning to get Jasper back home, and he didn’t have much to take care of before heading to the club.
He was starting to drift off when Jasper spoke.
“Sir?”
“Mm?”
Jasper’s fingers rubbed an absent pattern against Vincent’s chest. “Can I ask why you never take your shirt off?”
Vincent tensed, then forced himself to relax.
He stifled a sigh and gave up on getting back to sleep yet again.
He’d expected that question sooner or later, and he didn’t want to go into the second contract without answering it, but he’d hoped to put off opening that can of worms at least a little longer.
“Because of the scars,” he said, trailing his fingers from Jasper’s hair across his shoulders.
Jasper tipped his head back, a dozen questions evident in his expression. When he didn’t ask any of them, Vincent sighed again and resigned himself to dealing with this now.
“I was in a bad car accident,” he said, propping up his outside leg and enjoying the way it caused Jasper to shift against him. “It was a long time ago, but they’re not exactly pretty.”
“I don’t care about that,” Jasper said, and Vincent stifled a scoff. “Scars aren’t supposed to be pretty.”