Chapter 24
THE REST of their stay passed in a haze of warm pleasure.
Jasper was sore in ways he never thought possible and more relaxed and satiated than he’d ever been in his life.
There’d been no further interruptions. No emergency calls.
No dire texts or bad news. At least none that Vincent shared with him.
He didn’t want to know one way or another until they got back home.
That probably made him a bigger dick than his father, but he was past the point of caring.
He threw himself completely into enjoying his vacation and having Vincent all to himself. And the sex. The sex was amazing, but that was a given.
Vincent spent an entire afternoon testing out various toys and sensations while Jasper was sprawled on the bed blindfolded.
They both learned his tolerance for pain was only slightly higher than he’d previously thought and only extended to crops, clamps, or teeth.
The temperature play was interesting, and the wax had been an experience all on its own, but cleaning up after was a bitch.
“Next time,” Vincent had promised, “I’ll shave you properly.”
Jasper had mixed feelings about that, but he was willing to try almost anything once, so long as it was Vincent.
Zach and Ash invaded their cabin on their last night.
Not that Jasper minded, since it was their last chance to hang out.
Maybe it was because they were subs, or at least in the kink community, but it was nice being able to shimmy his way onto Vincent’s lap after dinner without anyone looking at him funny.
Zach sprawled on the floor in front of the couch, rubbing his stomach with a heartfelt groan. “I ate too much.”
“No one forced you to eat three helpings,” Vincent said dryly, one arm resting across Jasper’s thigh.
Zach lifted a hand to flip him off before dropping it back to his stomach with another exaggerated groan. “Fuuuuck.”
“I can get a needle and pop you like a balloon,” Jasper offered, grinning when Zach lifted his head with a gasp.
“No. You are not allowed to have the same sense of humor as him.”
“Too late,” Jasper retorted.
Vincent snorted. “You’re just jealous because yours sucks.”
“Okay, that’s it,” Zach said. “How dare you. I even gave you a discount on this cabin.”
“Which I ignored. Be sure to clean it well. I hid the other part of the fee somewhere.”
Zach muttered curses under his breath. “You try to do something nice for someone….”
“It’s probably under the mattress,” Ash offered from where he was tucked into the opposite side of the couch with a cup of hot tea.
Zach scoffed. “That’s the last place anyone smart would hide money.”
Jasper tilted his head to glance at Vincent from the corner of his eye and grinned when Vincent caught him and pinched his side.
“I didn’t put it under the mattress,” Vincent said, exasperated.
“Bet you’re gonna move it from there as soon as we leave.” Zach lifted a hand to point at Jasper. “Watch him and let me know.”
Jasper raised an eyebrow. “Why would I snitch on Master Vincent?” he asked, unprepared but pleasantly surprised by the way Vincent’s fingers tightened on his hip.
He made the mistake of looking at him. A mistake because Vincent’s eyes had darkened to molten honey, and he was watching Jasper the same way as when he tied him down to torment him.
Zach’s chuckle sounded far more distant than it should have, but his words dragged Jasper back to reality. “Now you’ve done it. Don’t go makin’ out unless you plan on giving us a show.”
An entirely different heat flooded Jasper. “What do you mean show?” he asked, as if an answer he wouldn’t immediately perish at the mere suggestion of existed.
Zach turned his head to raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh?” he said with a soft, drawn-out and considering hum. “Whatever’s good. We’re not picky.”
He couldn’t be serious.
“Would you rather watch?”
A dying whale sound escaped Jasper’s throat as he swiveled his head to stare at Ash, his body somehow getting hotter without incinerating. “What?” he wheezed.
Ash stared back with a calm expression, like they were talking about the weather. “Would you like to watch?”
The fact Vincent wasn’t stopping this was as surreal as it was brain breaking. Did people really do this outside of clubs? “Watch what exactly?” he asked faintly.
“We can start with kissing and go from there.”
Jasper continued staring at Ash for a long moment, then at Zach, waiting for one of them to admit they were pranking him.
But they both watched him as if expecting an answer.
He finally turned to Vincent and narrowed his eyes at the amused expression he found.
That was enough to break through the shock. “Yes?”
Vincent’s eyes softened. “Zach?” he asked without looking away from Jasper.
From the corner of his eye he saw Zach wave a hand at them. “Oh, sure. You know I’m always down for some exhibitionism. You sure your boy’s not gonna have an aneurysm from watching a live porno?”
“Excuse you,” Jasper scoffed, but his brain still wasn’t working well enough to come up with a witty response.
Ash snorted softly as he took another sip of his tea and set the cup aside.
Then he rolled to his feet with a smooth seductive ease that had Jasper’s thoughts screeching off the rails and over a bridge.
He walked the short distance to Zach, stood over his hips, and sank down to straddle him, his body curving forward as he leaned down for a kiss.
Jasper could only stare as they moved in a way that didn’t block his view, as if they’d done this for others enough times that it was habit. The way Zach’s far hand fisted Ash’s hair, his other gripping Ash’s hips. Ash’s forearms braced on the floor beside Zach’s shoulders.
He was entirely transfixed by the two of them on the floor in front of him.
By the slow rock of their bodies, the soft sighs and wet kisses.
It was provocative and erotic, and Jasper couldn’t help but feel like he should look away, but he couldn’t.
Heat sparked in his gut, and he realized he’d completely lost his sense of Vincent when a hand settled against the inside of his thigh.
He didn’t resist as Vincent adjusted him so he was sitting with his back to Vincent’s chest, his legs resting on either side of him.
He became all too aware of Vincent then.
The solid line of a firm body pressed all along his back, the sharp, pleasant scent of his cologne, the possessive grip of Vincent’s hands as they settled on Jasper’s hips and inched towards his groin.
Jasper let his head fall back against Vincent’s shoulder without taking his eyes off the show. “You’re really okay with this?” he asked softly.
Vincent hummed and dragged his nose up the side of Jasper’s neck. “I am if you are.”
Jasper wasn’t sure of anything. That was the problem.
But this wasn’t much different from what he’d seen in the club, even if it was way more intimate, and he couldn’t possibly pretend he wasn’t staring.
Which seemed to be the point. He was still a little worried that Vincent would see them making out and realize he really wanted more or different subs, but the warm hand sliding under his shirt to rest against his stomach mostly extinguished that fear.
Vincent’s soft words in his ear obliterated the rest. “They look good,” Vincent whispered, “but they’re not nearly as bratty or vocal as you. You’re mine.”
Jasper whimpered, closing his eyes as Vincent’s teeth dragged against his earlobe before trailing a line down his neck.
“Do you want to watch them do more than kiss?”
His eyes flew open, though whether it was fear of missing out or panic of actually seeing it, he wasn’t sure.
Probably both. He’d never felt so far in over his head as he did right then, but maybe that was okay.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm his thudding heartbeat.
That was only embarrassment. Mostly. Made worse since he was sure he was the only one having a minor freak-out about this.
He couldn’t deny it was as hot as it was strange, and he certainly couldn’t hide his body’s reaction, but the bulge forming against his lower back was reassuring.
He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, admiring the lithe lines of Zach and Ash moving against each other.
“What are you okay with?” he asked, tilting his head enough to rest his temple against Vincent’s cheek.
He almost expected Vincent to say he was good with whatever Jasper wanted, as usual, but he’d been more willing to share what he wanted since they got here.
“So long as they stay over there, I’m fine with letting them get off.” Vincent flexed his fingers on Jasper’s thigh. “Maybe stick with hand jobs rather than watching them have sex.”
“Yeah,” Jasper breathed. That sounded good. Not that he’d ever admit it, but Zach was right; he wasn’t sure he could handle watching them get fully naked and have sex right there in front of him.
“No boning. Got it,” Zach murmured, flashing them a brief grin before lifting his hand and bringing it down against Ash’s ass with a resounding slap. Ash arched with a moan, grinding his hips harder against Zach.
Jasper was distracted enough watching Zach get a hand in Ash’s pants that he didn’t notice Vincent doing the same to him until Vincent’s palm was pressed against his aching cock.
He let out a strangled sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan and latched on to Vincent’s forearm.
“Not fair, Sir,” he said, though he couldn’t quite decide which part.
Vincent must have seen through him because his only response was a soft huff of hot breath against Jasper’s neck.
His other hand inched up Jasper’s chest until he reached a nipple, and then Jasper was helpless to do anything but hold on and watch, pleasure and the fluttery excitement of trying something new blanking everything else.