Chapter 9
FUUUUCK, THAT sounded like a threat and a promise both, and Jasper was more than ready for it.
Not being able to see what Vincent was doing even though he wasn’t blindfolded was a whole new level of torment.
If not for the way his cock was trapped, he would have been begging for release by now.
Especially with how much Vincent was into the whole doctor thing.
He almost regretted not trying something like this before, but kink had so much to explore that he doubted they’d ever run out of scenes.
Certainly not now that he knew role-play was something Vincent enjoyed.
Trying to get Vincent to admit to liking or wanting anything was frustrating on a good day, so Jasper definitely cataloged his reaction to playing a doctor.
They’d have to try another setup or two while on vacation.
But first they needed to finish this one and hopefully get him off.
When Vincent cupped his balls and squeezed he groaned. “You call yourself a doctor?” he gasped with far less heat than he’d intended. “Taking advantage of your patients when you can’t even get me off?”
Vincent’s dark chuckle sent tingles down Jasper’s arms. “I’ll get you off. You won’t be leaving until I do.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Though with the curtain filling most of his vision, he couldn’t see much of anything and had to rely on his other senses. Like the warm pressure of Vincent’s hands on his thigh and the sudden lack of restraint around his cock.
His moan of relief quickly turned to a sob of frustration when Vincent kept hold of him so he still couldn’t get it up.
“No,” he whined, biting his lip against begging.
He shouldn’t beg. He was a patient. If anything he should be irritated and scathing.
“What kind of quack doctor are you anyway? Fucking your own patient. I should report you to the board.”
“But you won’t,” Vincent replied, sounding amused, the bastard.
“You don’t think I will?” He stifled a gasp as something tight slipped over his cock.
“I know you won’t, because I’m about to solve your little problem.”
Jasper’s indignation about his so-not-little problem died in his throat when whatever Vincent put on him began moving.
Or sucking. He couldn’t quite tell which and didn’t care because it felt amazing.
His eyes rolled back as pleasure surged through him.
For a moment he was left dizzy; all his blood rushed down to his cock as it finally got the freedom it deserved.
A long groan tore out of his throat, followed by another, then a gasping whimper.
If he’d thought Vincent’s orgasm was quick, it was an eternity compared to how fast Jasper approached the edge.
And then was left there when the amazing sensation disappeared, leaving only the tight constriction of whatever Vincent attached to him.
“No,” he sobbed.
“Oh, are you close already?”
Jasper opened his mouth to tell him off, but he only managed a choked groan as Vincent pushed two fingers into him.
“No danger of drooping,” Vincent continued, clinical and unaffected. Of course he was. He’d already gotten off so he could focus on tormenting Jasper as long as he wanted.
“Don’t be a dick,” he grumbled through his teeth.
“You want my dick?”
Yes, please. “Don’t you dare,” he snarled, or tried to.
He hoped he didn’t sound as needy as he thought he did, but even that concern became obsolete when Vincent gave a sharp tug on his hips.
If not for the restraints on both his arms and legs, he was sure he would have followed his ass off the table onto the floor.
A moment later the curtain was shoved aside, and Vincent leaned over him, a hand braced beside Jasper’s head while the other dug a bruising mark into his ass.
Vincent’s eyes were dark with a thin ring of bright hazel, and he let out a guttural moan as he pressed inside Jasper again.
“Yeah,” Jasper gasped, giving up on playing the shocked patient.
That wasn’t Dr. Thornwell anymore. It was only Vincent, turned on and focused entirely on Jasper.
He arched his body as much as he could, hating how he couldn’t get any of his limbs wrapped around Vincent, and resorted to begging. “Please. Please let me come.”
“Not stopping you,” Vincent murmured as he fastened his lips against Jasper’s neck.
His next round of pleas died off the moment Vincent began thrusting in earnest, and a few thrusts later the sucking friction returned, effectively reducing his mind to the white noise of overwhelming pleasure.
Vincent’s body was hot against his, his teeth leaving sharp sparks of bright color in Jasper’s vision.
He sank into the bliss, trusting that Vincent’s words meant he could come when he wanted.
He held off as long as he could despite how close he was, though he was sure it was barely minutes before he was riding the edge.
When he forced his eyes open, he was immediately transfixed by Vincent’s intense gaze, hovering a breath away, and the play-by-play of his pleasure.
The way his cheeks were warmed with the flush of sex, his quick breaths interspersed with soft grunts.
Vincent ducked his head as he snapped his hips in a harder thrust. A few strands of hair fell over his forehead, and Jasper desperately wanted to push them back into place. To run his fingers through Vincent’s hair, curl his fingers tight, and pull him in for a kiss.
Vincent’s lips twitched, not quite smile, not quite smirk. “Enjoying yourself, slut?”
Jasper swallowed a moan and somehow managed to find a bratty, “I would be if you were better at your job.”
“Feisty,” Vincent purred, pressing his face against Jasper’s neck, hot breaths followed by a wet swipe of tongue, and then Vincent shuddered with a low, sweet moan of release.
Jasper’s sudden disappointment that he couldn’t feel Vincent coming inside him didn’t last long before he tipped over the edge himself.
Vincent held still for a moment as they caught their breaths, and Jasper was sure he didn’t imagine the light press of a kiss against his shoulder before Vincent pulled away.
He released Jasper’s arms and legs, but Jasper made no effort to get up, remaining in a blissed-out, boneless sprawl as he watched Vincent dispose of the condoms and remove some sort of pump from Jasper, then snag a small towel to wipe them both down.
He tossed everything into a small pile before turning to Jasper and helping him sit up.
Jasper tipped his head back and was rewarded with a slow kiss. He latched on to Vincent’s sleeves with a pleased moan.
“Good?”
Jasper smiled. “Great. Ready for a nap.” Vincent snorted and helped him upstairs where he collapsed onto the bed and stretched out.
“Nap with me,” he said, holding an arm out, beyond pleased when Vincent settled in next to him.
Jasper snuggled in and tucked his head under Vincent’s chin.
“So, I was thinking,” he said, tipping his head back when Vincent chuckled. “What?”
“I’ll have to work harder to make sure you can’t think after a scene.”
“Mm, good luck.” He shifted closer and wiggled a leg between Vincent’s with a happy sigh, closing his eyes when Vincent’s fingers worked through his hair.
“I was thinking… you could stop using condoms.” He smirked when Vincent’s fingers tightened in his hair.
He nuzzled Vincent’s throat before lightly biting when he didn’t respond.
“What changed your mind?”
Jasper shivered at the rough edge in Vincent’s voice and pressed his face into Vincent’s shoulder. As if that would make answering any easier. “When you came, I wanted to know what it felt like,” he murmured.
“And you still want to know?”
Jasper shrugged then nodded, keeping his face hidden, but Vincent didn’t let him hide long before tugging his head back.
The kiss was slow and thorough and almost enough to get him going again, if he hadn’t just had one of the best orgasms of his life.
He even managed to get his fingers tangled in Vincent’s hair without his arms being pinned.
When Vincent finally pulled back, Jasper’s lips were tingling. “You like the idea that much?” he asked, only a little breathless.
Vincent studied him a moment, brushing a thumb back and forth against his jawline. “With you, yes,” he finally answered.
Jasper’s chest constricted. It was a far cry from a declaration of love, but somehow it felt like more. He curled his fingers tighter in Vincent’s hair and pulled, and Vincent followed easily. He gave up on his plan of taking a nap. Making out with Vincent was far more fun.