Chapter 10 #3
Jasper gasped at the intense pleasure that crashed through him.
His hips stuttered despite his best efforts to hold back his orgasm, and suddenly his movements became much slicker.
The guilt and embarrassment for coming too soon was short-lived.
He’d barely caught his breath before he was ready for round two.
That had never happened before, but neither had he ever been balls deep inside someone before.
Even as the bliss of release wore off, he was half hard again, but with post-nut clarity he was able to focus far more of his attention on Vincent.
He settled into moving his hips at an excruciatingly slow pace and used both hands to explore every inch of Vincent’s chest before resting on his stomach. “Well?” he rasped. “Shouldn’t you be advising me?”
Vincent exhaled a laugh and cracked his eyes open. “You could move faster.”
Jasper grinned. “I could,” he said. It probably wasn’t his best idea to give Vincent a taste of his own medicine, but he couldn’t resist. Besides, he hadn’t hated any punishment yet, so he wasn’t likely to regret it.
Much. So he kept his pace slow as his body ramped up again and inched his fingers down to caress Vincent’s hips and thighs.
“Never thought I’d see you like this,” he murmured and promptly shut his mouth when he remembered he was a prince and not a sub.
Except a prince wouldn’t need to watch his tongue.
Not with his advisor. “Always so uptight. Always have something to correct me on.” He leaned over Vincent and braced his hands on either side of him as he gave a hard thrust, wicked glee sparking in his chest when Vincent tipped his head back with a sharp groan. Or was it a whine?
“Nothing to say now? Is my cock that good?” he taunted, which was apparently Vincent’s limit of Jasper’s antics.
With a twist of his lower body Vincent had Jasper flat on his back with his hands pinned beside his head.
For a moment Jasper could only stare, somehow even more turned on as Vincent began moving.
He let out a startled “Oh” that ended on a moan.
Was that what it looked and felt like to have someone riding him?
He’d tried resisting the same position himself.
Somehow it was too exposed, which made absolutely no sense considering all the ways Vincent restrained him.
But staring up at Vincent as he rode Jasper was one of the hottest things he’d seen yet.
No wonder Vincent had wanted Jasper to ride him like this before, albeit with his hands restrained behind his back.
Vincent closed the distance between them to murmur against Jasper’s lips. “My dear prince is as infuriating as ever.”
“You like when I—” He lost his train of thought when it exploded from whatever trick Vincent did with his hips.
Vincent’s smug chuckle only fanned the flames until Jasper was lost in an inferno with no desire to escape.
“Fuck,” he breathed, sealing his lips to Vincent’s.
He twisted his wrists free without much effort and buried one hand in Vincent’s hair to keep him close as he wrapped the other around Vincent’s cock.
Vincent grunted and bucked into Jasper’s hand, his eyes squeezed shut and his breaths ragged against Jasper’s lips.
That wouldn’t do at all, though the words to fix it stuck in Jasper’s throat. Taunting Vincent was one thing, but ordering him to do something, even in a scene like this—wasn’t that crossing a line? Fuck it. He swallowed hard and tightened his fingers in Vincent’s hair. “Eyes on me.”
Vincent tilted his head and cracked his eyes open, dark rings of hazel hovering an inch away from Jasper’s own.
The “Good boy” slipped out before Jasper could even think of biting it back.
The surprise that flickered across Vincent’s face was at least better than anger or annoyance, but an apology still hovered on his tongue until the surprise vanished beneath pleasure as Vincent’s orgasm hit.
Jasper gasped as Vincent tightened around him, gritting his teeth against giving in to his own orgasm and pumping his hand over Vincent as he pulsed and came on Jasper’s stomach.
A few breaths later Vincent focused on him and kept moving until Jasper gave up any hope of holding back and came a second time.
He slumped with a breathless laugh and turned his head to nuzzle Vincent’s wrist where it was still planted next to the pillow. “That was…. Wow.”
Vincent hummed and lifted off Jasper, but when he leaned to the side as if to climb off the bed Jasper stopped him with a hand on his hip to nudge him the other way.
“I’ll get it,” he said, quickly wiggling off the bed while trying not to leave a mess everywhere.
His body was overenergized as he cleaned himself up in the bathroom before taking a warm cloth back to Vincent, who was stretched out on his back with an arm over his eyes.
Heat crept up his neck as he settled on the bed, but Vincent always made a point to clean them up after a scene, so he powered through the embarrassment.
He tossed the cloth aside when he was done and curled up against Vincent, his arm still covering half his face.
“Was… that okay?”
“You were amazing,” Vincent said without moving.
Jasper tried not to overthink it, failed, and didn’t try again. “Are you okay?”
Vincent curled his fingers into a fist before releasing it with a slow breath. “Yes.”
Jasper propped his chin on Vincent’s chest. “Was it the good boy?” he asked, somehow managing to keep his voice light despite the sense that he’d done something wrong.
That was finally enough for Vincent to shift his wrist aside to give Jasper a dry look. Even suspecting that had been a step too far didn’t prepare him for Vincent’s “Yes. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Bad?”
“No.” Vincent lifted his other hand to Jasper’s hair and buried his fingers in it with a soft sigh. “Just unexpected.”
Jasper leaned into the touch with a frown. “Why? You are a good boy.” He grinned at Vincent’s unamused stare and turned his head to bite his wrist. “The bestest boy.”
“Am I a dog now?”
“Nah. You’re still the decrepit owner of a mangy cat,” he said and rolled off the bed when Vincent laughed. He found his boxers to pull on and headed to the kitchen. They’d need to hydrate before another round… or whatever Vincent had planned for the rest of the day.