Chapter Twenty-Five #2
Vincent pulled Jasper’s pants down and let them drop to the floor, then kicked them aside when Jasper stepped out of them. The briefs followed, but only enough for cool air to caress his ass where Vincent’s warmth had been, leaving his dick still trapped inside them.
With a hum, Vincent placed a kiss on Jasper’s lower back, then each asscheek, before leaving bites on both. “Hands on your ass, pet.”
“What?” Jasper blinked against the haze threatening to drown out the rest of the world and managed a glance over his shoulder at Vincent’s amused expression.
“Spread yourself for me.”
He blinked again, feeling the heat creeping into his neck and face. No way. No way. That was worse than touching himself while Vincent watched.
But that had also been really, really hot.
Jasper whimpered, pushing his elbow up for balance, then dropping his forehead to the table. He took two shaky breaths before reaching his other hand back and grabbing his own asscheek.
“Good boy,” Vincent purred. “Now the other one.”
Jasper squeezed his eyes shut with a soft whine of protest, but he did as he was told.
He grabbed his ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks, his fingertips brushing against the briefs still partially in place.
It should have been mortifying, and it was, but he couldn’t ignore the way his dick twitched in approval.
The position forced him onto his chest again, the clamps digging in hard enough to make him hiss.
“Good boy,” Vincent said again. “Thank you, pet.” He shifted behind Jasper, nudging his legs a bit farther apart.
Following the snap of the lube-bottle cap, Vincent’s fingers began pressing inside.
They disappeared momentarily, and Jasper wiggled impatiently against the table, yelping as the sharp smack of a palm against his thigh made him jump.
He managed a glare over his shoulder, but only for a second before he had to relieve the pressure on his nipples.
He stilled as Vincent’s hand settled against his lower back, anticipation curling through him, but the hard, blunt object pressing into him wasn’t a finger or a cock, and he whined as it stretched him open.
It slid all the way in and nudged against his prostate, the other end tucked against his balls.
And when it started vibrating, Vincent’s hand was the only thing that kept him from arching right off the table.
His voice caught on a strangled groan, his fingers digging into his ass as he pushed back, seeking more. “Fuck. Please.”
Vincent’s hand followed the path of Jasper’s spine, leaving a warm ripple of shivery pleasure behind.
“Soon,” he murmured, pressing kisses across Jasper’s shoulders and neck, his other hand adjusting the vibrator so it continuously bumped against his prostate, making him see stars.
Maybe that was from the clamps digging relentlessly into his nipples, or the fact he couldn’t steady his breathing.
He whined and tried to lift his chest off the table, gasping as Vincent immediately shoved him down with a hand on his back and a low sound of warning near his ear.
It wasn’t quite a growl, but the rough handling still sent a shock of surprise through him, and a tiny spark of fear and adrenaline that momentarily wiped the arousal from his mind.
He panted for air as he went still, only then realizing he’d moved both arms to the table for leverage but hadn’t tried to push himself up yet.
Vincent’s hand slid into his hair, curling into a tight grip and forcing his head to the side. “Color,” he demanded against Jasper’s ear.
Jasper managed a deep, shaky breath, blinking at Vincent’s hand where he’d grabbed Jasper’s left wrist to pin it to the table.
The vibrator was still buzzing away in his ass, and now that the initial shock was fading, he noticed he was even harder now; his briefs felt practically soaked where his erection was still trapped in them.
Vincent shifted, starting to pull away, and Jasper shoved his hips back, moaning at the feel of Vincent’s cock grinding into him.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Green.” He whimpered as Vincent’s grip tightened, hesitantly fighting him when Vincent forced his hand farther up the table, past his head.
The shock of apprehension as Vincent overpowered him made his stomach bottom out, and a soft whine escaped him.
He struggled a bit harder as his other arm was shoved up to join the first, his wrists held to the table with one hand.
Vincent was stronger than he looked, or maybe Jasper was just weak or wasn’t trying nearly as hard as he thought he was.
He squirmed against the table as he was stretched out over it, chest heaving as exhilaration zinged through him.
He expected to freak out any moment, and if it’d been anyone other than Vincent, he might have already been kicking and shouting for help.
He gasped as Vincent kicked his legs even farther apart, the vibrations suddenly vanishing as Vincent pulled the toy free. He didn’t even have a chance to get a breath for a complaint before he was filled again, Vincent’s thick cock pushing in without resistance and burying deep.
“Fuck,” Jasper hissed, arching with a groan.
Vincent’s free hand braced against Jasper’s back, forcing him down again, and he cried out from the painful pressure against the nipple clamps.
He tried to lift up, to find any leverage to relieve the pressure, but he was well and truly trapped, pinned in place by Vincent’s hands and his cock, fucking into him nice and slow as promised.
He flexed his wrists, seeking out that spark of exhilaration again, and was rewarded by Vincent slamming his hips forward and tightening his fingers to near bruising despite the awkward grip. “L-lemme go,” he whispered.
Vincent’s hand slid to the back of his neck as he leaned over Jasper, his breath hot and quick against Jasper’s cheek. “Make me,” he taunted.
Jasper shuddered, nearly coming from the hot spike of arousal.
He struggled harder, more interested in sparking that helplessly trapped sensation again than actually getting free.
At least until Vincent growled something and landed a solid smack to Jasper’s ass before shoving his chest against the table again.
He gasped at the sharp bites of pain and pushed onto his toes, though they slid against the floor without giving him any purchase. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please, ow, please let me up.”
Vincent buried himself in Jasper’s ass and stopped moving, yanking Jasper’s arms down and then back to pin against his lower back. He held them there with one hand, Vincent’s other arm sliding beneath Jasper’s shoulders, lifting him up from the table enough to relieve the pressure on the clamps.
Jasper sobbed in relief and went limp, closing his eyes with a moan as Vincent started thrusting again.
“That’s it,” Vincent breathed, his teeth scraping against Jasper’s earlobe. “Are you going to be a good little slut now?” he asked softly.
He’d never thought he’d like to be called a slut, but he couldn’t help his deep groan from Vincent calling him one. His body clenched with pleasure, and they both moaned at the added friction.
“More,” he begged, his eyes rolling back as Vincent immediately picked up the pace. The table legs skidded against the floor with every thrust, and Jasper was helpless to do more than tip his head back and take it.
Vincent released Jasper’s wrists and slid his palm over Jasper’s stomach. He hardly had time to process the sensation before Vincent ordered, “Time to come like a good little slut,” and pulled the clamps off Jasper’s nipples.
Jasper screamed as he came, his orgasm crashing through him on a white-hot wave of pain and pleasure. It left behind an intense, tingling warmth as he collapsed to the table, chest heaving between soft whines he couldn’t stop for the life of him.
Vincent grunted against Jasper’s neck, shuddering against him as he came, ragged breaths washing over Jasper’s too-hot flesh.
A deep-seated curl of contentment threaded through his entire body, leaving him utterly satiated and floaty. The world went soft around the edges, and pleasure and exhaustion sank deep into every inch of him.
He was vaguely aware of Vincent cleaning him off, of being pulled upright and walking, but all he could really focus on was the warmth as he curled into Vincent’s chest. Vincent smelled like his cologne, a nice sandalwood scent that wasn’t too strong, and faintly like sweat and sex.
He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but he was warm and comfortable despite the ache in his nipples. As he drifted off, he couldn’t help hoping Vincent would want to explore pinning him down some more.
THEY WERE on the couch when Jasper woke up, with Vincent serving as a full-body pillow.
It was nice, though he still felt floaty.
Like he wasn’t fully there. That should have worried him, but it wasn’t like he didn’t trust Vincent.
He couldn’t remember why it should worry him that he was more interested in sleep than getting up, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
He nuzzled into Vincent’s chest and closed his eyes again, sighing in pleasure when Vincent stroked his hair.
“You awake, pet?” Vincent asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It was rough like he’d been asleep too, and that knowledge ignited a burst of contentment in his chest.
Jasper tried to answer, but his tongue refused to move, so he settled for nodding.
“Do you feel okay?”
He nuzzled into Vincent’s chest as he wiggled his fingers and toes. His nipples still ached, and one of them stung a bit. His ass protested when he shifted his hips, but it wasn’t too painful, so he nodded again.
Vincent continued stroking Jasper’s hair. “Hungry?”
If his voice would have worked, he would have whined. As it was, he burrowed closer to Vincent and shook his head. The last thing he wanted was for either of them to move.